"Maka?" He shook the limp body in his arms. "Maka?!" His voice did not want to come out, it hurt to talk and he struggled to breath as he let afew tears escape his blurry eyes. "MAKA LOOK AT ME DAMIT, SAY SOMETHING!" He cried, the body becoming cold to the touch. No, it can't end like this. He can't let his Maka slip away from him, not like this. They had been fighting a witch, hopping to gain their final soul. But thinds began to crumble when Maka misjudged an attack and was struck acrost her stomach leaving a painful gash on his miester. He lifted her up and pleaded "Please anyone just HELP ME!" "Relax Soul give her to me." Soul whipped his head around to see stein standing there like he was talking about the weather. Soul thrusted Maka into his hands intrusting in stien to save her life. Stien checked for a pulse... he checked again. He sighed and let his eyes fall to the ground in anguish. "What the hell are you doing! Don't just stand there HELP HER!" Soul didn't understand why was stien not helping his miester WHY! Stien rose and cautiously placed his hands on Souls tremling shoulders. "Soul before I tell you this, I need you to calm down." Stien sudgested knowing how Soul would react to the devistating news. Soul's eyes buldged with madness. What, tell him WHAT!? "CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MAKA IS DIEING WE NEED TO HELP HER!" "No Soul."...What. How DARE he not help Maka! If Stien would not help her then HE would. Soul tried to go around Stien but he just kept getting in the way, holding him back, keepjng him away from his miester! "Soul..." Stien struggled to look the poor boy in the eye. "Theres no point now..." Soul felt his whole world drop and shatter into a million pieces. "W-w-w-" Stien stoped him from finishing. " Soul... Maka is dead."