I ran through the streets, the crisp night air stinging my face. My hair whipped my back as I streaked down the middle of the town plaza.
"SOUL!" I cried out in anguish. My partner, Soul Eater, was nowhere to be found. It had been three hours since the dreadful battle in which we were separated. I shuddered at the horrific memory.
A terrific roar erupted from behind me, and I could hear the pounding of feet close at my back. I felt a tear in my coal black jacket as the creature attempted to tear me to shreds with its razor claws. Then the creature made a lunge at my feet, dragging me down to the ground. I yelped in pain as I face-planted the earth.
Where is Soul?
I flipped myself onto my back and propped myself up with my elbows. Once doing so I was face-to-face with the monster whose life I had been chosen to end. It then struck me that I was going to die, without having my partner here to save me. If only I was stronger, if only I could train as easily as Black Star, if only-
"GET AWAY FROM MY MEISTER!" an angry voice yelled from behind. Turning, I saw Soul racing towards me, his crimson eyes flashing murderously.
"LEAVE MAKA ALONE!" Soul ferociously demanded. When he reached the creature and I he stood protectively in front of me, like a human shield. I watched in awe as his arm transformed into a scythe. This part of him never ceased to amaze me.
Soul didn't wait for the once-human creature to react, but simply sliced it in half right then and there. He hungrily devoured the could-have-been Kishin soul wearing a pleased smiled across his face. Then he turned worried eyes to me.
Kneeling before me, Soul gently gripped my shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze.
"Are you alright, Maka?" he asked gently. I frowned, disturbed at the thought that he was the only reason I was still alive. That I would have been dead. That I still wasn't strong enough.
"I'm fine!" I cheerfully replied, a fake smile painting my face. He looked at me quizzically, sensing my discomfort, but said nothing of it.
"Alright then. Let's go home." He finally said. He took hold of me hand and pulled me up to a standing position. Then, he dragged me behind him as we crossed the plaza to his motorcycle.
Thank you, Soul, I thought.
