First fanfict XD

this fanfiction is actually inspired by i book i just read. so there be a mix of that to the story. and sadly, i do not own Soul Eater grrr.

Prologue: Prison Break

Maka

Maka couldn't think straight at the moment. She's currently trying to stay-the fucking-alive with oh, who knows, thirty? Or even, fifty wardens chasing her? She highly doubts the government could much less afford a guard in a number, higher than a fifty. But the fact remains, that fifty is a high number of guards, just to keep a girl with a twig and petite body from causing any harm to innocent bystanders. Plus, the fact that there's lots of sadistic-police, chasing her to her demise kept her energized with all the running that she's doing. Especially since the asylum so called, "The house of special purpose" only supply her with a small bowl of soup. Containing only chicken broth with meat and an almost expired bread.

Though, multitasking between contemplating and running kept her mind active. She rather not remembers of the time she spends there. This would be hard since, all of her life she wast kept there—well, not all, but the majority.

So Maka decided: Why not reminisce the time where it was actually decent! The time before she turned eight. That time in which she was still a typical normal girl. Who's full of ambitions of becoming a doctor or a writer. Just… normal jobs. No, her time in that place didn't change the fact that she is and always will be an ambitious girl. But with just a slight different goals. I mean, really. To think that even a place like that could destroy her. I mean, she's indestructible—mentally that is. She is Maka Albarn, after all. And No way that some doctors and aggressive guards could break her like that. No way. No fucking way.

Wait. Where was I? Right. Reminiscing. Well she couldn't possibly forget her best friend, Black*Star. He's maybe a tad-bit of an egoist, a slight bit of narcissi, full of (too much) energy, and highly annoying, in which one can accuse him of having ADHD and/or a bottle of monsters for his everyday essential breakfast. But in a way. the guy act that way (especially to her) mainly because he's comfortable with her. Since, after all, they are best friends. He understands her all too well…even if he doesn't seem like it—you just have to look deep into Black*Star. Real deep. And his way of comforting her was so—Black*Star ish—no, it's not bad per se. he's just not the type of: "the man with the words."

Thinking of the blue hair doofus made her giggle. Forgetting that she was still being chased down by a hungry pack of wolfs with blood in their eyes. Just thank shinigami that her leg is on autopilot.

But…then came a sudden late thought…where the heck is she even running too?

Hold on. There's that place…

And again, thank shinigami for her strong and highly trained photographic memory that she remember the location of her destination. It's like having a GPS just there! But…it had been what? Ten years. The landscape must have changed. For all she knows, the secret police must already have destroyed them. Or—

Her thought was interrupted when she saw something uncanny—a shadow. And she felt its presence, it's faint, but it's there. But…then it just…disappeared…

"They cached up on me already? No way."

Suddenly, the next thing she knew. She was being pulled by a shadow underground. And turns out, there's a secret underground cave beneath her all this time. She saw a figure; she can't really tell if it's a male or a female. Does it matter? She's caught! She's screwed!

Then suddenly, it approached her closer. She would run away or kick the person in the shins or something! But everything suddenly went blurry and everything started to faint into the oblivion. Great. She reached her limit…damn.