Author's Notes: Hey, Soul Eater fans and newcomers! I decided to write a fanfiction about my favorite series, aka my FIRST fanfiction. So, can you guys please not rain hot coals of fire on it, please? However, any critique for improvement is welcomed with open arms. Enjoy!

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Written Note

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater, it all belongs to the rightful owner(s). This is also nonprofit, I mean it's frigging fanfiction! You don't make money!

Prologue

Fire… it lit the shadowy night, yet blindly cast dark, foreboding figures. The sound of clashed weapons and gunfire seemed to surround and encase the echoing screams of the young and old alike. Dozens of shadowed figures fled into the surrounding desert, only to be downed by the weapon wielding shadows. Flashes of a multitude of colors could only be glimpsed in the inferno's light. A fleeing trio knew the feeling of helplessness all too well.

Their hearts were weighed down by sorrow and minds clouded by fearful confusion, they knew they must leave the smoking remains of their home and family behind. The biggest of the trio pushed the two smaller ones along, urging them to keep moving, but escape proved futile as 10 of the "assassins" locked on to them was the last resistance of the village fell.

They were surrounded, grabbed by the arm by two "assassins" each. Now, it was clear that the trio was children as they struggled and kicked as hard as they could, their captures were far stronger and no one can help them as the sound of battle is distant, help was nowhere near.

It was too dark see, the fire is gone and the moon is new. But that didn't stop the Eldest of the children from recognizing a voice of a woman in the formation around the three. "Sleep love, "daycare's' not so bad. We'll take good care of you," the woman's voice purred with a hollow reassurance.

Suddenly, it was hard to keep their eyes open. As the darkness encroached sight, the Eldest saw several figures rushing towards them and he know, somewhere inside, they weren't "assassins." The one at the front had blazing blue eyes, the glow of which pierced the dark night, and the shadows seemed to shift with the "assassins'" part.

A Man with silted, gold eyes chucked as with a snapped of his fingers the attackers vanished with their captives. "Gorgon!" a distinctly male voice roared out from the one with blazing eyes as the shadows shot out tendrils aimed at Gorgon's heart.

They never reached him as he, too, vanished. All that was left of their existence as the smoldering cinders and black smog of the former village.

The blue-eyed man slowly trekked through the ruins of his home, the fire he and his team put out. There was nothing good that he could make of this and his eyes darken when he remained the previous night. The mangled bodies, the smell of burnt flesh and blood, and the screams of children. He had scanned the area with Soul Perception in hope that someone was still here, but not a soul as found.

He snapped out of his musing to see that his feet had subconsciously brought him to his home. As tattered and burnt as it was. Steeling himself, walked through the doorway that was missing its door. A squelching of the blood-soaked carpet made him sick, but he pressed on. And what was left in his living room make him regret that decision.

Two corpse were there: one completely dismembered and the other hanged. He swallowed heavily, immediately recognizing the bodies, his brother the hanged one and his wife was spliced into so many pieces. He also noticed a note on the coffee table, but that wasn't important now. With a loving gentleness he laid his wife's body correctly on the floor, then took his brother off the noose made out his own intestines and laid his brother beside his wife.

Now, the note and what was one it made his blood boil: Dear Widower, did you enjoy your divorce gift? It was really hard moving and setting up those bodies! Do what you what with them, they're leftovers. – Gorgon

A small wet dot appeared on the paper and another and another as angry tears fell. He crumpled the note and tossed it into still smoldering embers and watches at it catch flame. His breath was low and shaky as he turn his back to head to Death City to planning a proper funeral and to find Gorgon.

Author's Comment: And~ that's it. So how did you enjoy it? You can answer me by either reviewing, following, or favorite-ing the story.

Rol out!