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Daisy.
The Turned
by: Freak Show Daisy
Soul Eater Evans
Soul Evans finally reached the top of Mount Illia. He marveled around dangerous and life-threatening routes, passed through tribes who spoke various languages and consumed a lot of time all in all. For that, he smiled often, enjoying himself as he tiredly took pictures and rode his bike. But reaching the top was a wonderful opportunity to see the view that he came for in the first place. Since it was almost 6PM, the sun was low and the sky scattered waves of pink, red and orange. Almost instantly, the mountains around him turned into silhouettes and he sighed with success once he took pictures from his pocket camera.
It was the middle of August in the outskirts of Illia, a surprisingly large urbanized city with mountains that came along on the side. He saw in a brochure the infamous capture of the top of the mountain, he had to see it for himself. He has two days hiking in Mount Illia, a whole week for himself and the rest for work.
Soul Evans. Soul Evans is one of the influential and well-known musician in the industry as Soul Eater, a stage name he didn't think twice of that immediately led people to remember him for his striking red eyes, bleach white hair and sharp jagged teeth. And he didn't mind, in fact, he liked it.
Those weird features unfairly fitted him well, really good enough for girls to want him and he had the skills of a professional to back up his surprisingly confusing personality. He started from joining minor labels, working his way from tours until he became the root of soul and jazz, even collaborating with famous artists.
Soul remembered what he really came for, what he was really here for, is to have a meeting and hopefully, a contract with the mysterious record producer in the city.
He finally settled to go, remembering that his ride might be waiting for him. And the driver had to wait for him for two days.
In books, a silent car ride meant a drowsy and sleepy one ahead but that had never happened to Soul. Not to him, because he's always awake no matter how quiet the car ride is and when he glanced at the beeping clock, it was almost midnight. Glancing out the window, they were in the city, and it was happy and alive with lights flickering everywhere and people going to and fro; it was like being in Las Vegas without the casino and stuff.
The ride was going to last for more than three hours if it weren't for the driver halting the car to a stop. He whipped his head around, curiously looking over the driver's seat.
"Look..." The driver pointed his index finger forward and Soul had to lean forward to see what it was. But once he did, he was just as surprised as the driver.
There was a girl unconsciously lying on the road.
"Let's check on her" Soul said. He thought that no one else bothered or noticed the passed out girl, he's the first to care. Once they reached her, the driver flicked a flashlight at her while he checked her pulse and temperature. Normal, everything about her was normal except for the white evening bloodstained dress she was wearing. It made him think of how weird it was.
"Soul look..." The driver turned the girl on the other side, revealing a patch of blood running down her arm, like someone or something had clawed her. Soul closed his eyes, picturing to himself how it must have hurt like hell.
"Bring her to the back... She needs help" The driver nodded before carrying the girl into his arms.
Soul sat at the passenger's seat, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to check over the unconscious girl.
"Soul, should we take her to the hospital?"
He shrugged his head. "No... The hospital is at least an hour from where I'm staying... I'll take care of her"
It wasn't long until they made it to the house. The average looking house completely out of place compared to the towering skyscrapers a while ago, no wonder the owner rented the house really cheap.
"Place her in the living room" The driver politely obeyed while he trailed behind him.
Soul turned on the lights, revealing a neatly-kept living room before them. He guessed, the owner must have cleaned the entire house for the renting. The driver gently placed the girl on the cream-colored couch, staining it in the process.
"I'll take it from here. I'll call you when I need anything" It didn't take long for the driver to obey. Once the car pulled out of the driveway, he started looking for his first aid.
He started treating her wounds. The trickle of dried blood indicated that she was passed out for a long time, maybe hours and he couldn't imagine what happened to her, there's nowhere to start guessing, especially when she doesn't have anything to identify herself. The only solution he could think of is to wait for her to wake up, but for now, the girl needs to rest.
After treating her wounds, Soul decided to clean her face from mud or dust or something that made her look quiet dirty. It didn't take long to reveal her porcelain skin that almost matched her evening gown. When he was contented with his work, he placed her leg properly on the couch that dangled before.
Soul felt tired as well, he propped himself on the loveseat opposite the couch, gazing at her, just for the interest of falling asleep. It was as if the plan worked immediately, his lids were getting heavier and heavier, mind groggily settling to sleep, until one of his eye caught a slight glimmer.
He easily woke up. He hated it though, being so easily shaken from sleep and being cautious the next second. But it did help because he noticed something.
The girl was wearing a necklace, not just a necklace, it had Albarn on it.
Maka Albarn
Maka stared at the view from where she's standing, thirty five floors on the balcony of her suite. With a drink in hand, she watched as the busy day got busier. She would have stayed there a bit longer but seeing the full moon, it means that she had to feed now. It started like any other situation, her head painfully throbbing to the degrees of being unbearable, she started yelling and grunting. She could feel her body radiating heat, more like it was burning hot deep down, she curled on the floor. It couldn't get any worse except for the fact that outgrowing wings were extremely painful and losing your mind in the process too. She had little to nothing in control of her own body when she turned to this, as she describes it, a monster. A beast. A killer.
She slowly stood up from the floor, gaining little control of her own body, she faced the bathroom mirror. It still surprises her though, how her appearance widely changes into something she can't name. She looked closer in the mirror, staring at her eyes, the left glowing in gold while the right in its evergreen state, the only feature more human than the rest. That's how she knows she's not completely losing her mind, herself. Somehow, she was flooded by relief.
Not until the beast inside her felt famished, violently hungry. She jumped from her balcony, her dark pitch black wings looking invisible in the night sky, she flew with the wind like an eagle; fast, strong and unrelenting. But like every other eagle, she stalked her prey with so much attention. She had her eyes settled on a guy far away from the city, driving alone in his pearl white volvo, a perfect opportunity and prey. She soared through his direction like she planned to crash heavily like an airplane, letting out a vicious growl that imitated a wolf's.
Control. Control... Turn away and leave him alone, NOW! Somehow, her own familiar voice rang in her mind, replacing the difficult unbreakable silence in her head. Her body seemed to follow this, as she turned away before she could ravage the victim's body. But Maka knew she had to do something about the beast's hunger, she looked around on the forest below her before the beast gets full control of her.
From the blood of the beast on the left eye, she sighted a bear not far from where she's flying. Target the bear... Kill it and eat Maka commanded.
She obeyed almost instantly, landing on the hard ground with a muffled sound, the bear didn't noticed. She slowly walked up to the bear lying on the ground, from her hand, she produced the handle of a sharp object, its long blade glittering in silver. Without hesitation, she swung the sword over her head, hitting the creature in the arm. Its blood spurted out instantly as the creature cried out in pain.
She stepped aside, readying herself to claim her meal. With a little stagger, the bear lunged its uninjured arm to claw at her which she easily avoided. Maka knew the bear is a sturdy yet a slow creature, she had an advantage to use. She swung her sword over the bear several times, hitting its side which only made it more vulnerable than before. The bear lunged at her with full power, using both its claws to attack her. She attacked it several times, out of wrong timing the bear managed to disarm her, sending the sword flying.
She backed away one step at a time, taking note that she's taking more control of her own body but in her situation was bad, if not terrible. The eagerness to kill and devour was sluggishly replaced by fear. The bear, now a few feet crawling back at her, growled in disgust. Its beady eyes glaring at her in displeasure, it roared at her with all its might, she fearfully smelled rotten meat from its last meal and death. The bear clawed at her once again, this time its claws digging deep in her arm. She grunted in pain, blood seeping out of her fresh wound.
Maka glanced at her bloodied arm, fueling her lungs with oxygen and instant rage. Her evergreen eyes both turned gold as she strikes the creature mercilessly with her newly produced blade while it begged with growling cries until silence overtook the rampage but she continued slaying until the bear no longer looked like a bear. Eat... I SAID EAT! She growled before beast fully devouring her meal.
Maka lurched towards the river, she stooped on her knees hurriedly and started washing her dirtied face. It was something that she found the river, everyone knew that the river flowed near the roads and she was close to one. She hated getting lost in the woods and trying to find her way out in the process but it was better than eating an innocent victim out of her control, she couldn't live with that.
Every time the beast got satisfied, she immediately returns to her normal self, all the ravaging power drained out from her. Even so, now, the immunity of the beast is completely separated from her. The patch of wounds on her arm becoming less and less bearable...
When she finally reached the road, it was still dark and she wished it wasn't because she couldn't see, now that she's losing her senses bit by bit, guessing from the blood still trickling on her arm, she collapsed. The last thing she remembered was how her feet hurt with all the walking.