Title: Salvation
Genre: Drama, Action, Horror, Suspense, and some romance thrown in.
Rating: M for violence, adult themes, and language.
Summary: There are some people that cannot get it good in life. There are others who do better than most. What would happen if these two worlds collided? Maka, being locked away for her body and strength, has never seen the outside world since she was 7. She has been confided to the life of a slave, only used when it was really needed. What she doesn't know is that there is someone out there that can save her, but does that come with a cost? Does this person also want her for her body, but in a different way? Follow this tale and find out the truth about this ashy blonde as she does the same, trying to uncover the truth about her life.
Snow Stained With Red.
Can I Play It, Mommy?
The screams filled the night, making each of them cringe.
They thought that they would be used to hearing the piercing screams, the ones that hit each of them in the heart. It became a daily thing for them to wake up to as the sun rose above the horizon and also fall asleep to as the moon took over for the night. The screams were never-ending here and they just seem to get worse with every day that passes.
But, of course, none of them were use to it. These were screams of pain and terror, trying to reach out to anyone that would come to their rescue. They wanted someone to come to silence it all; just let them have a night that was not filled with these screams. But the screams continued, because none of them could do anything to get them to stop.
They were useless, though, only able to let the screams continue.
"This is the worst he has gotten it." A small voice muttered into the darkness, trying to keep it quiet so that the screams did not come from her. She wanted to keep this a night full of pain, but she could not keep her thoughts to herself anymore. "What do you think he did?"
A small sigh came from the opposite side of the cage. "I am not sure, but it was not good." He muttered back to her as he brought his knees up to his chest. Another piercing scream cut through the night, making both of them cringe once again. It felt like, whenever they heard someone else scream, that they were taking the pain themselves. When one went through it, they all did. "Lets just make sure that we do not do the same thing as him, okay?"
The girl nodded to him, leaning her head back on the cool bars that blocked her from a real life. It was uncomfortable, but it was the only thing that was available to use as a pillow right now, so she made it work. "I hope it ends soon. I am tired of falling asleep with screams as my lullaby." She muttered quietly as she closed her eyes for the night. Sleep was the only escape that they had from their miserable lives and they all took it gratefully.
Anything to take them away from the pain and horror that was called their lives, they would all take it like a Christmas present.
As sleep crawled closer to the beaten and exhausted slave, another scream rang through the night. This one, however, was a different.
This one drifted off in the end, the sound trailing off for a little before silencing. It was the last time that that scream was heard by the slaves in the cages. Those screams of pain would never be heard again by anyone. It was over, finally over for the boy that was suffering at the hands of the people who thought they were better then the ones in the cages.
He was finally free, free of the life of terror as his soul floated up to the skies above.
At that moment, as the scream drifted off into its last note, each one of the slaves in the cages was envious. They all wished that they could be him right, escaping the pain that they were put through, and being able to be free. They wanted nothing more, even if it meant to be dead and sending your soul off to be at a better place, than to be free from this hell.
Everyone expect the ashy blonde that was drifting off to sleep.
The snow was coming down harder than it has been this whole week.
If she could press herself any closer to the glass of the window, she would be outside already. That was what she wanted, though. She wanted to feel the coldness of the snowflakes as they landed and melted in the palm of her hand. She wanted to fall backwards into the blanket below and move her arms and legs to form an angel around her. She had never been able to experience any of them, only able to image what it would feel like to be in the snow.
Why did they always keep her inside on days like this?
"Maka, honey." A voice called from the kitchen, forcing the blonde to turn her head away from her imagination. The light flooded into the room as the door swung open. Her mother sighed at her as they tossed the dishcloth to lay over her shoulder. "Honey, why are you always staring out that window?"
"I want to feel the snow, mommy." The five year old replied to her mother, pressing her face to the glass again. Her breath continued to fog up the glass as she let out small breaths of awe. It blocked her view, making her a little disappointed at first. She pulled her face away, wiped away the fog, and then a smile came back on her face when she could see the white flakes falling again. "I want to go play in it."
Her mother came down beside her, filling the empty spot of the bench in front of the window. She laid her hand on her daughter's shoulder, not even getting her to move her eyes to look away from the window. "Maka, honey, we cannot let you do that. I have told you about this already. It is better if you stay in here with mommy and daddy so that we can keep you safe." Her mother explained to her as she moved her hand up to cup Maka's face.
Maka moved her face to look back up at her mother. "Keep me safe from what?" She asked, innocence ringing through her voice as she stared up at Kami. She had no idea what was going on in the outside world, which was better for her now. The cruelties of the world needed to be kept from her to make her life better. Well, Kami thought it would keep her safe.
"Darling, what did mommy and daddy tell you about the world outside of this house?"
"That there are people out there that will do anything to see the pain in people." Maka repeated to her mother, hearing this a million times before tonight. "People will want to take me away from mommy and daddy and will make my life bad."
Kami smiled at her daughter and ran her fingers through her hair. "That is a good girl, Maka." She muttered, leaning down and planting a kiss on her forehead. She knew that Maka was only saying that because she and Spirit have repeated it many times to her, she never fully understood it herself. At least she knew that, it was good for now. Kami stood up, walking back to the kitchen. "Now, would you like to hel-"
"Kami! Hell has broken loose!"
Those words, those five words had Kami stopping dead in her tracks. These were the words that were only used when it was an emergency, to keep Maka from understanding what was going on. As Kami thought of her daughter, her body whirled around to face her once again. She was still pressed the window, amazed with the weather that was going on.
"Kami!" Spirit's voice broke through the door as he entered the living room to join the rest of his family. His crimson hair clung to his face as some of the wetness dripped off the ends. His eyes were the things that caught the attention of Kami. They were filled with fear, something neither of them showed on a daily basis. But, staring right back at her, were eyes filled to the brim with freight and horror. "Get her down now."
"Are you sure this is really happening?"
"Yes, they are right behind me. I could not shake them as I made my way home. I needed to get back to make sure that Maka was safe. Now, please hurry! We do not have much time!"
"What's wrong?"
The small voice had both of them sent into a frozen state. The small innocent voice, the one that did not know what was going on, made them both almost forget about what was going on. But the effect wore off quickly. Both of them tore their eyes from one another to look at their daughter as she stood to face them. Her head was slightly tilted to the side as she awaited the answer to her question.
The problem was that there was no time to answer her.
"Come along, honey." Kami said as she swept Maka into her arms and turned to, quickly walk out of the main room. Spirit hurried behind them, his eyes never turning from where he was looking as they made their way to the small wall in the kitchen. "You will be fine, just fine."
Her mother kept muttering these words to her as she opened a door that came from the wall and quickly skipped down the flight of stairs. A single click went off and the room filled with light, revealing a prison like basement. Five-year-old Maka looked around, amazed with the room that she has never seen before. It was almost like a secret world in her own home.
Kami crossed the room carefully, placing Maka down on a small bed that laid on the floor in the corner. She bent down to get at eye level with her daughter. "Now, Maka honey, I want you to listen to me." She said slowly, making sure that the words she was about to say stayed with the small child. "No matter what happens or what you hear, I want you to stay down here. Can you do that for mommy?"
"Yes, mommy."
A smile came onto the lips of Kami as she gathered her daughter in her arms. She could never ask for a better daughter, one that would listen to her parents and do what they say without a single question. "Thank you, h-"
The sound of a door flying off its hinges cut the mother off.
"Kami, we must leave now!" Spirit called from the top of the staircase as the sound of footsteps echoed behind him. His voice was even filled with fear now, telling Kami that this was not going to end well for someone in this family. Looking back down at Maka, who was looking amazingly around the room, she was praying that this child would not be the one to meet her end.
Kami leaned down and kissed Maka one last time on the forehead, tears now forming in her eyes. "Remember what I said Maka, now and back then." She muttered to her softly as she stood back up. Her hands were now shaking as she played with the towel that was still on her shoulder. "Keep those words with you forever."
"Kami!"
She jumped slightly before turning completely around and walked off, only allowing her daughter to see her back. This was the last moment that she was going to see her mother and the only part of her that she could see was her back. Kami quickly shuffled up the stairs, not looking back once, and closed the door behind her gently.
As soon as the door closed, the sounds of violence began to fill the Albarn's household.
Her eyes shot open as she her body went to jolt forward, wanting her to wake up from her nightmare. But, something was keeping her body pinned to where it was laying on the bottom of the cage. A restraint was there, holding her still in an almost comforting way.
"Maka, are you alright?"
A smile came across the ashy blonde's face as she heard his voice fill her ears. She should have known that it was him; he always knew when she was having a nightmare. Ever since they were confided to this cage together, he made it his duty to protect her from her own mind. This included gathering her in his arms whenever he knew that a nightmare was caressing her slumber. It was amazing how he knew, but she never questioned.
"Nightmare." She muttered quietly as she snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel safe in his arms. Whenever she was in his arms, she felt like nothing in the world could touch. Every evil in the world would just back off from her when he was around and she wanted this feeling all day. Of course, when the guards came to check on them, they had to be at opposite ends of the cage.
It was a rule and a stupid one at that.
"The same one?" He asked her as his arms let up a little, allowing her to sit up as much as the restrictions of the cage would let her. Her back leaned against the bars as he sat next to her, one arm still around her over her shoulders.
She nodded to him without saying a word. It was always the same nightmare, the same one that came to her mind whenever her eyes closed for the night. Between the creams that rang throughout the day and the nightmare that kept her sanctuary filled with horror, she didn't know which one was scarier in this situation. It was equal in her mind.
"I wish I could make the nightmare go away, Maka, I really do." He muttered to her, tightening his grip on her shoulder as it brought her slim body closer to his side. Even in this damp confinement room, she could still feel the body heat roll off of him and warm her cold bones. "I will be here, though. I will help in anyway that I can."
"I know, I know." She repeated to him as she let her eyes close once again. She knew that the nightmare would just reoccur, but the battle against sleep at this point was a losing one. Sleep was what she needed now, even with the nightmare that came with the package. "You help me more than anyone else can."
Maka leaned into him more as a small sigh came from him. "I try, Maka." He replied to her. His voice started to become distant as sleep overtook the blonde. "After all, you are the only thing I have left in this world that I care about. I need to protect you, no matter what the price is I have to pay. It is my job."
X X X X
"Get up, you fucking maggots! You actually have a visitor that might be interested in buying one of you useless sacks of skin and bones!"
Everyone was now sitting up, trying to look as alert and awake as they possibly could at this point. It couldn't be much before 7 in the morning, a little earlier than most visitors come, but whatever worked for them. Maka sat against the bars, her slender arms folded across her chest. She didn't listen to what the guard said; she knew that she would not be bought.
Who would come and buy a run down woman slave?
The answer to that was no one, no one would want her.
"Maka, look at least a little better than that." He told her from his spot across the cage. She moved her emerald eyes to lock with his, seeing the plead in them. He wanted nothing more than to see her leave this hellhole. Even if it would tear them apart, it was better for her to have an actually house to live under. "This will be the day that someone pays the money to free you from this cage, I promise you that. I will do anything to get this buyer to notice you.
The unfaithful slave rolled her eyes at his confidence. "Sure, just when someone comes and buys Crona." She said as she jabbed her thumb at the cage that was two down from her own. A small pink haired girl sat in the corner of her cage, her knees brought up to her chest as she shook with freight. She was always scared and always shaking. Most of the others never understood why. "She will be bought before I will."
"Shut it, Maka. This buyer is going to come and bu-"
The door to their building opened up, making everyone sit up more and close their mouths in an instant. The guard walked in, the handle of the whip in his left hand and the whip itself laid in his right. This was his unspoken warning to all of the slaves, telling them to keep quiet like they were supposed to. They knew what to do without the warning, but at least one guard would continue to carry the weapon with them. It was torture.
"Right this way." The guard said, putting on a fake expression as he turned to look at the door. The whip was still held in his hands, but he kept it behind his back so that all the slaves could see it from where they were. It was like his eyes on the back of his head. "This is where the slaves ages 14-16 are being kept. There is a wide variety of slaves too, like work and sex slaves. So, chose your choice."
Two figures entered the door then, no expression on either of them. Their eyes just scanned the room, looking at each of the slaves that sat in their cages. Neither of them spoke a word, so Maka took this opportunity to get a closer look at the buyers.
Both of them were male, one younger than the other. Even as their ages differed, the looks between them were similar, almost like sibling similar. Their white hair was styled the same way, slightly mess but it was worked on. Their eyes were the one feature that stood out more than anything else about them.
Their eyes were red; the color of blood ran through them.
These eyes sucked Maka in, making her unable to look away from them. There was something about the way they looked and the expression that they had in them that made her unable to break her stare. She could see the determination in them, almost as if they were looking for the next person to send into a battle. Seeing this in their eyes made Maka almost not want them to buy her.
With the look of determination, who knows what they would do with a slave.
"And this is all of the ones from this age group?" The taller one asked as he stood next to the guard. He broke his gaze from the slaves to dive into the conversation with the guard. "There aren't any more?"
"This is all of them. Out of all of our groups, this is the least populated one." The guard explained, shrugging a little bit. "It seems that this age group cannot handle the pain of this lifestyle and they die off like flies. It is a shame, seeing as a lot of people come for slaves this age, but who really cares? They are worthless anyway."
From where Maka was sitting, she could visibly see the younger one of the two men cringe from the guard's words. He continued to look around, even began to walk through the aisles of the cages. His hands were behind his back, making him look like he was browsing through a library of books, wanting to choose the right one.
"That is alright, I am sure that we can find one to our liking." The older when said as he turned back to watch the younger one walk through the cages. "Any luck, Soul?"
Soul shook his head, not looking up from the cages. "Not yet." He muttered, as he grew closer to Maka's cage. She refused to look up now, not wanting to see his eyes pierce down at her. She almost wish that she could be invisible right now, not wanting him to see her. She still had this feeling about these two, almost not able to trust them enough to want them to buy her.
The sound of his footsteps quieted down as soon as they got close to Maka, making her feel a little more nervous. She still didn't look up, afraid that he was standing right in front of her. "You, look up here." He called out into the room. Maka was now praying that he was not talking to her.
A small kick to her foot from her partner across the cage caused her to curse in her mind. He was looking and talking to her. Why did it have to be her? Out of everyone else in this entire room? Another kick was sent into her foot, causing her eyes to shoot up from where they stared into the ground.
The moment their eyes met was the moment that her life changed.
"This one, she is the one I want."
Maka's eyes went wide as his crimson ones looked down at her, not breaking the gaze even to talk to the guard and the older one. The way he was looking at her, she felt like he was looking into her soul. Almost like he could see every secret and lie that was stored inside of her and now he just knew everything there was to know about her.
"Are you sure, So-"
"Yes, this is the one." Soul responded right away, not even allowing the older one to finish his sentence. The gaze was finally broken and Maka sighed a sigh of relief as she moved her eyes to look back down at the ground. Anywhere else than in his eyes was better for her now. "I want to buy this blonde slave. What is your name?"
Maka didn't respond to him, not wanting to talk to him. She felt herself close up into a shell, unable to communicate with anyone that was around her.
"I asked for your name." He repeated, a little louder this time. He thought that she was deaf, but he was wrong. No matter how loud he said it, she wasn't going to listen to him. He didn't officially buy her yet, so there was no need for he-
The crack of a whip had the blonde let out a small shriek.
"He asked for your name, wench!" The guard said as he looked down at her. Maka looked up at him, seeing the anger in his eyes as he brought the whip up again. "Talk now or this will connect with your skin next time!"
"Maka." She said immediately, her eyes not tearing away from the whip that hung over her like a gun. If she looked away from it, it would be connected with her skin the moment she looked away. "My name is Maka."
"Maka." Soul repeated, bending down on his knees to look at her more closely. Maka tore her gaze away from the whip as she locked onto his crimson eyes once again. A shark smile came onto his lips as he held his hand through the bars. "Well, Maka, I would like to buy you. You are my new slave now."
Ah, a new story.
This was actually a request from one of my friends. She told me to write a story about slaves and put it to Soul Eater. It was a pretty broad idea so I had to take time to think about what to do with this story. I finally figured out what to do with this idea and I am excited to finally share it with you guys. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I do when I write it out.
I must say that I am sorry for the mistakes in this chapter. I wrote it out with out reading it over fully again. So there will most likely be mistakes in this one, but that won't be a consent thing, trust me.
Also, for those of you that read my story Ghostly Image, I took that story down. I had the perfect beginning for that one, but then I had no idea where to go with it. I thought I had it planned, but my mind kept blanking whenever I sat down to write more. So, when I finally figure out where that is going, it will be back up. Don't worry, I haven't abdoned it.
So, please review if you would like to know more and I would like to thank my friend for telling me to do this idea. I have a feeling this will be one of my best stories yet. The plot will be coming in more and it will clear up some things that you guys are probably questioning right now.
Don't worry, all your questions will be answered at one point. If they don't, then just ask me and I will tell you the answer if I know it (:
I hope you enjoy and I hope to read some amazing reviews when I wake up tomorrow (; ahaha.
xoxo Alysha
