A/N Hey guys, I've edited this story and rewritten some of it many times trying new things and I think I'm just going to stick with what I have and build from there… I am way too indecisive, it's actually ridiculous…
Thank you all for sticking with my other stories through annoyingly sporadic updates and such, it means a lot that people still read my work!
I also want to clarify that the partner that goes missing is an original character, so don't hate! They're important to the story-line!
I guess that's all for now.
~Gabi
PROLOGUE
Maka's weapon partner, Grace Wilkinson, stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus to take her home to their apartment.
It was pouring out and Grace was drenched because she had no umbrella. Her short brown hair was starting to curl and her eyes were getting red from constantly having wiping them to see clearly.
She was just at Tsubaki's house for tea because she didn't want to be alone at the apartment. Anyway, Liz and Patty were out somewhere, doing only god knows what. And Maka was at her boyfriend's house. Maka and Kid insisted that she should come over but Grace didn't want to intrude on their alone time. And she really would have been the third wheel; which she definitely did not want.
Finally she saw the bus's headlights appear and she heard it screech to a stop. She sat alone in the back of the bus and looked out the window watching the city pass by in a wet blur.
The bus stops and Grace gets off. She heads into the building complex, climbs the stairs to her floor and opens the door to the apartment.
"Oh, it's unlocked. That's odd, Maka must be home."
Grace opened the door and stepped inside the apartment. The lights weren't on and the house was dark, only being lit up every once in a while by lightning that flashed in the window.
"Hey… Maka?" she asks cautiously.
Grace had this weird feeling that someone was in the house but when she looked around there was no one there. She tried to turn on the lights but they wouldn't turn on.
Thump.
Grace spins around and her eyes dart to where she heard the sound. It came from her bedroom.
She slowly walks to her bedroom, the door was slightly ajar. Grace pushes the creaky door open and looks inside, no one was there.
"Creepy," she says.
Grace starts to head out of her bedroom but freezes. A chill ran through her spine.
She slowly turns her body back to where she had just stood.
There was a cloaked figure standing in her room. Just standing there.
Then, the person lunged at her, and she let out a yelp. She tried to throw a punch but she was too late. The world went black.
A few minutes later, Grace woke tied up with blurry vision and an aching head. But before she could pass out again she saw her captor do one thing; in something red, the attacker wrote on the wall.
She's not coming back