Original Desc:

He swore not to give in.
He promised not to let go.
He thought he could control himself.
But nothing could have prepared him for the madness that ran in his veins. The Black Blood remains, and a certain little demon is back. Soul can't handle it this time, and his friends have no way of saving him. In complete desperation, a certain shinigami takes matters into his own hands, ultimately almost losing his soul.
Will they ever turn Soul back to normal? Or will the crimes he commit only bring him deeper into this world without fear?

Madness In His Veins

Chapter One

Soul could have sworn he had been in his bed only seconds before. Now, there was no soft mattress positioned next to his window, and their definitely wasn't any sign of the sun he usually saw when he woke up. Each roam of his eyes only meeting darkness, and each attempt at breathing only sent him into a coughing fit. Many attempts at getting air were given, but failed as he only fell into another fit again.

'What's going on?' he thought, sensing his abdomen begin to hurt from the forced hack. 'Where am I? Where is Maka?'

His lungs were now desperately begging for air, but he was unable to do anything. The weapon now realized that he couldn't move any limbs, and was sent into a panic. If air had been able to penetrate his lungs, he would have been hyperventilating. Now coming to horrible conclusions, he couldn't help but narrow it down to one theory.

'Am I dead?' He searched his memories desperately for an answer.

Nothing.

His mind was empty and dark. All he knew was that there should have been a mattress underneath him, perhaps a cushion? Wait, had he really been in his bed? He began to doubt even the memories that were with him. How could he know they weren't just made up? Ignoring that possible theory, he began to ask the more important questions. Where was he? Was he lost? Was he dead? Was he dying? Had his soul been eaten by a kishin? What was going on?!

He now also realized that his lungs were screaming for oxygen, and that if he wasn't dead already, then he would be suffocated to the brink of it. His mind was racing. The desperation of air not filling his lungs began to push his strength forward. Breaking free from what now looked- and felt -like a liquid restraint, he reached out in front of him. A bright light ahead of him influenced him forward. As he broke through whatever the substance was, he was finally able to feel daylight.

Gasping for air as he stretched his arms, he saw only sand around him. Checking each limb for proper function, he relaxed slightly when he saw that everything was working fine. Turning to examine his lower body, Soul suddenly felt his blood run cold and his eyes widen in terror. For a minute, though, it felt like hours, the weapon could not form words. Mouth opening, only to close and along with it shut his eyelids, his heart racing and mind hoping to eliminate the gruesome image before him. But it was far to real in his sight.

"M-Maka?!" he finally screeched out, the sound echoing horrifically in his mind; her eyes became lifeless. There were no words to form the excruciating pain Soul felt at this moment. Not physical, but- in the worst way -emotional.

A scream filled the classroom, and all the students frantically looked over to the source of such a noise. Grasping at his temples, was none other than Soul "Eater" Evans. Eyes glued shut, mouth open on a terrible yell of pain; his meister, Maka, was shocked far more than the others.

"S-Soul!" she cried out in panic, dropping her textbook in the process. "What's wrong?! Soul!"

He continued to shriek, hurting most of the ears of his friends around him. There was no sign such a sound stopping. He grasped out for Maka's hand, and she allowed him to take it. The blood drained from her head, and a cold sweat broke out almost immediately.

"Soul, what on Earth...?!" Death The Kid yelled, standing up and turning to face the young weapon. His face just as worried as his friend's meister.

"Is he alright?!" Tsubaki yelled, standing up as well.

"Stay in your seat." Stein calmly ordered, not looking away from the chalk board.

Though he now had a tight grip on Maka's hand, Soul's voice still emitted the (what seemed to be rising) shriek of pain. The students were growing restless, disobeying the order Stein had given and slowly edging away from their seats, frightened by the weapon's terrified howl.

Maka desperately made attempts to calm him down, soothing him, whispering in his ear, hugging him, but nothing worked. He simply squirmed, only pausing in his shrieks to get air, which he seemed to choke on here and there. Stein finally looked away from the chalkboard.

Almost all the students were gathered by the door; this was only disrupting class. He watched the weapon's terrified expression, seeing as he squirmed when Maka got too close, pushing back against the end of his seat to gain more space between them. He only wanted to hold her hand, it seemed.

As his shrieks calmed down, he took a long inhale of breath, choking on it as it came to his lungs. Thrown into a coughing fit, he felt something move in his throat this time. Eyes widening, only narrowing to adjust to the light, he felt the desperation of not being able to breath again. He couldn't have that. He wouldn't have that. Coughing again and again, he felt whatever it was begin to edge towards his mouth. Coughing twice as hard this time, he aimed into the left sleeve of his jacket. It came out in a devastated splatter, dripping off the leather clothing slowly.

Trying to fight off the drowsiness that now overcame him, he heard the muffled, worried yells of his friends. But all he could focus on was the dark liquid now dripping from his coat. Slow, dark, and a horrible stench. His eyes widened once more, but slowly closed as he felt sleep overcome him.

'Black...blood?'

And then he was gone.

The beginning was written very late at night, so, sorry for any illegible grammar. I originally posted this on WattPad, but decided to publish it here as well. Hopefully I get a bit more feedback. Please tell me what you think, and constructive criticism is encouraged. Thanks for reading!

- exdemonofheaven