Hello people ^^ Me (**Suzann**) and my friend (Jane) have made this account for the both of us to share and write fanfic ^^ the symbols are important because they represent who wrote what story for example if you see ******** its me (Suzann) or if you see Spades it's my friend Jane ^^ in the event we forget to put these symbols you will be able to tell the difffrence in our writing or you could just ask :) Ok so for our first story we are each doing a ten song fic. We will probably update at different points so look for the symbols. We have I think one maybe two of the same songs but they will be different. So without further ado here is our storys:)

Disclaimer: We do not own Soul Eater or anything related to the anime/manga ^^ **********************************************************************************************************

First Song: Raised by the Wolves- Falling in Reverse

Those bastards. They left me. No, they deserted me, left me for dead, I'll kill them, I'll kill them all. Just you wait you backstabbers. I always knew they would do this to me. I just never wanted to believe it. They'll never see me coming, yes a surprize attack from their blind spot. The walls around me started to glow shades of soft blue and red signaling me to run. The blood on my hands reeked of a metallic substance, this never would have happened if the jackass with pigtails kept her fucking mouth shut. The little whore got what was coming to her.

Shit! A dead end. I can't scale the wall without being spotted and going back would be instant death. Those damn assholes! Looking around for a makeshift hiding spot the lights get brighter and the noise I had yet to notice was at a shrilling screech. This is the thanks I get, I've spilt my blood for them, they've let me down one to many times. A gunshot is fired whizzing past my shoulder grazing my black blazer leaving behind a sent of gunpowder and a sharp stinging sensation right were my shoulder connects to the neck. To late I've been caught.

Having your arms forced behind your back and then having cold metal wrapped tightly around already damaged wrists is never what you want to feel. The ride to the station was painful I've lost all feeling to everything below my elbows.

The cop that arrested me happened to be the pigtailed whore's father; 'escorting' me into the station he grabbed my hair and pulled my ear to his lips and with a growl he whispered into my ear, "I will make sure you rot for the rest of your life in the cell they force upon you." What a fool. I'm already rotting on the inside some cell won't do much.

The next three week went in a blur, fingerprints were taken a cell assigned and a court date filed. The judge I was assigned reeked of nothing but hate all directed towards me. His blue eyes filled with disgust as the guards removed the restraints from my person and smoothed out my black with white stripe suit. As the guard that is assigned to restrain me walked to judge know as Law, his demeanor faltered and I could smell his fear seep around the room surrounding me. His shaky hands reached over to Law and handed him some papers which I assume are mine.

Law took the papers, waved his hand to dismiss the guard, and read them over. "Death the Kid? Stand up. Your sentence has been decided and your bail has been revoked." Law hadn't the slightest hesitation his eyes clouded with anger and he read the paper aloud listing all the crimes I hadn't done but was convicted for. I didn't feel like listening so I focused on other things such as: who would be my cellmate, would I be put on death row, does rehab have coffee like on the t.v shows, and when I get out they'll all pay.

Zoning in only once in awhile I made out some things such as no bail, eight years in prison, and mandatory rehab everyday for six hours. Not so bad I guess. What did stick was the wonder of why I was getting off easy. Never look a gift horse in the mouth; my father's all too cheery voice rang in the back of my head.

Two years had passed and not a single visitor, call, or letter. Not that I cared in the slightest. Fuck them all, I was getting out early for 'good behavior' despite the pig slut's father tries to rally me up. Although two years doesn't seem long, doing nothing but rehab and pumping iron, had put a damper on my looks, my use to be scrawny arms filled out to tone sculpted muscles as well as my legs my stomach went from underfed to ripped abs, nothing to beefy though, to much muscle would make anyone look like a monster.

The suits that had been taken were now in my hands and have been altered to fit better as I wait my turn in line for the restroom in the main building to change. Leaving the building I headed for the first place on my list, my father's, Lord Death's, manner. Not even bothering to knock or alert anyone I was home, I walked down the hall to his home office. Catching a glimpse of myself from one of the mirrors in the hallway, I looked just like my father only the three white stripes I have are more vibrant than his now greying ones.

Opening the door his stunned expression quickly changed to one of confusion as I walked to his desk and sat down on one of the two chairs placed in front. Smirking I gave my hellos and then went right down to business.

Finally it was mine all mine! Every last thing from the manner to the company to the police station that signed over to me after it had went bankrupt. My plan was almost complete. Oh how sweet revenge shall be. The time is almost upon. The moon has almost taken a full. I no longer will play by the rules. *****************************************************************************************************************

So, what did you think? The next story Hit and Run is done by Jane so please review:)