Okay so this is my Soul Eater Story.

I don't know if this will continue.

Please review and let me know.

Thanks

Prologue

"Maka!" Soul shouts before I stumble to the ground.

My chin burned, it is bloody from falling to the ground. "Soul?" I gasp.

I know it's just a scratch but.

Damn. The blood from my wound won't stop spilling out,

Quickly, I grasp my side "Soul, I can't get up!" I shout. He turns back into a human and helps me up.

"Are you sure? We might not get another opportunity like this. I mean, Look the nice witch is kindly waiting for us?" He pointed out..

"Alright. Fine." I let go of my wound "Soul. Scythe mode." I say determined.

I feel the cold, bitter-sweet blood pooling out, I can only imagine my flesh being covered in red.

"Right." He said as he turned into his weapon form.

I hold him tightly, This could be the last time he and I will be partners. Mom would be proud though.

I take a deep breath, "Thanks for waiting witch! But prepare to die. You're going to regret this."

"Soul Resonance!" I shout and Soul's weapon wraps around me, our souls wave lengths connect.

I've learned how to hold him, carefully. I can control the power and maintain this form longer.

"Finally, I was getting bored with you two. " She declared while studying us.

She growled "Foxes are magnificent aren't they? But are they considered more of a cat-like creature. Or a dog?" I considered this.

"Stop rambling and fight!" I shout annoyed.

Fox witch then. She'll have claws for sure. I can't ignore this pain inside me.

I run up to her and slice her in half but just in that half a second she claws me. Her body then breaks and her soul remains.

I fall to the ground. "You're a death scythe now Soul!" I smile because I'm proud but then reality kicks in and I scream.

I can taste the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth.

I hear Soul's footsteps, "Maka no!" He shouts.

I falls to my knees which now hurt from the impact of the concrete.

My head is screaming, but no words come out. Just the thoughts of darkness, disability, and death.

As thoughts are swarming through my brain, I finally say,

"All stories have an end and some have a new beginning. This is my end and your beginning Soul. I'm proud of you." I say before closing my eyes.

As I say this, I manage to convince myself that Lord Death had probably said this before he died.

"Stop with this damn book stuff. Come on don't leave me." He shouts desperately.

He scoops me up in a heroic manor, "I know this isn't the end."

As instinct my hands clench to his shirt and I know I'm safe, that Soul wouldn't give up on me, I feel protected as well because I know he's a death scythe and at the same time I'm overwhelmed with stress.

But I know it was worth it because I have done what I was born to do.

I wonder, what will Soul do without me If I die?