Darn, no, I refused to be sucked into this madness, this one that Arachne created herself by way of stealing it from the Kishin. It wasn't fun if it was stolen madness, it's more fun when if comes from the direct source, why I believe I need not explain. I clutched at the area where my heart and soul were neatly nestled mere centimeters away from each other out of pain, my witch's soul, which usually pulsed in a nice, rhythmic pattern was going erratic, causing me a great amount of pain.
My boyfriend, Death the Kid, was clutching my arm as I had nearly fallen to the hard tile floor and when I looked at his face through the blurry tears that had welled in my eyes, his face looked like he was fighting hard to stay desperately calm for me. More hands grabbed me and before I knew it, I was being pulled back into a straightjacket and other assorted detainment devices and I looked at my hands. There was something abnormal, terrifying, about what I saw.
I know understood why they were putting me into restraints, Sid and the rest of the teachers- my veins were the color of my soul. Was my soul literally dripping out of my body? Or was the magic that coursed through every pulsed going to an all time high? Was I becoming a threat once more to those of which I loved around me? I howled in pain, as spikes ripped through my skin, not from an outside force, but from the force of the inside, like my brother Crona's black blood. But I didn't have black blood, so what was happening? Was my soul doing this as some sort of defense system? I was so confused that it terrified me beyond human imagination. Why? Why did situations such as this always happen to me? Not that I necessarily wish it upon someone else, but why was it always me?
This is a rhetorical question I ask myself for indeed I know the answer.