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The Spirit of Halloween

By: Mandar

Screams resonated through the dark hallways; fog crept its way past the girl's feet as horrifying music pounded against her eardrums.

"B-Black Star?" Maka's tentative voice swirled around her as she reached out a timid hand towards the wall to gain her bearings. The dark was closing in around her, and she couldn't stand it. She was terrified.

Maka swallowed and took in a big gulp of air before fighting down the fear that crept its way up her throat as she took a reluctant step forward. As nothing popped out at her she took a couple more and rounded a corner, coming to a fork in the elaborately set up maze.

Maka silently cursed her childhood friend for dragging her into this horrible situation. She had been happily sitting in her apartment, reading a book contently. Maka had distantly heard Black Star's loud yell, and thought she was imagining it. Sure enough, though, his voice grew louder steadily until, with a giant bang, her window in the kitchen smashed inward. When the dust from the broken drywall cleared, Maka saw her friend standing in her kitchen on a pile of plaster, glass, and drywall, beaming with his hands on his waist.

Let's just say that Maka's arm is now sore because of the intense… workout it got. Her book also lost some of its pages while being used in a way that was not meant for books.

Dragging herself out of her thoughts, Maka chose one way in the fork of tunnels, and soon regretted it. Someone- thing- popped out at her, its bloody hands making grabs towards her, attempting to drag her towards its massacred face and dagger-like teeth.

Maka screamed.

It was just a joke.

Soul didn't mean to actually scare the piss out of someone, but she girl who was quivering on the ground in front of him literally looked like she may have wet herself.

Soul had stopped grabbing at the girl after she had collapsed onto the floor, screaming, emerald eyes wide. He became stiff, scared that he would get into trouble with his boss for tormenting someone this much. But then again, Soul thought, she is in a haunted house.

He was just embracing the spirit of Halloween.

Soul reached up to slide the mask off of his face after about a minute of staring dumbly at the girl on the floor.

She looked to be about two or three years younger than him with large green eyes that were now tightly shut and a rounded, juvenile shaped chin. She had sandy blonde hair, and her arms were wrapped tightly around her legs, which were pulled up close to her chest.

Soul smirked when he realized she was wearing a short skirt. Hah, idiot. Too bad her panties were a plain white.

After deciding that he had seen enough of this girl being terrified, he knelt down to her height, balancing on the balls of his feet. He rested his elbow on his knee and his chin on his fist.

"Hey," Soul said, sounding a bit fed up.

The girl froze, her eyes snapping open. Her head shot up, her wide eyes meeting his, deep emerald clashing with a fiery scarlet.

Soul didn't know what happened right then, or if she felt it too, but at that moment, all time seemed to stop. The music drowned out, the mist disappeared, the lightning flashes blurred together to create a pallid gray as Soul's world came to a screeching halt. He took a deep and sharp breath in, attempting to keep his face expressionless and bored.

"Wha- Who-…" The girl's face was taken over by confusion, and she tore her eyes away from his to look around the maze, searching in vain for the hideous monster that scared her senseless.

As soon as eye contact was broken, Reality seemed to catch up with Soul and give him a hard punch in the face, demanding to know what the boy was doing.

He would not have had an answer for Reality.

Soul caught on immediately when he saw her gaze drifting around the room. "It was me." He simply said, and her gaze was once again on him, with the same electrifying pulse that there was before.

"Sorry," He continued, breaking the somewhat awkward silence that surrounded them. "I didn't think you'd flip out as much as you did. I mean, if you get scared easily, why come to a Haunted House?" He was rambling, and he knew it. He just couldn't seem to gain control while her enchanting eyes were on his, watching.

He was so uncool.

Soul was not one to talk a lot, and anyone who knew of him, personally or not, knew that. So why all of a sudden was he inwardly screaming at himself to shut the hell up?

"It's… it's fine." The girl said, recovering from the effects their eye contact had on her. She lowered her eyes from his once again, lowering her knees and straightening her skirt, realizing her indecency. "I mean, I am in a Haunted House." She reasoned.

Soul sat back on his haunches, no longer leaning towards her. He had been getting closer to her without meaning to, and instantly recoiled when he realized it, hoping she hadn't noticed. "I'm guessing you didn't come here by choice," He said coolly, recovering from the awkward silence that had come between them.

She again raised her eyes to meet his, the same effect taking over Soul's body as before. This was starting to feel like some sort of horrible pattern.

"How did you know?" She asked, wincing at her weak voice.

"Nobody who gets scared as easily as you just did would come here on their own free will." Soul said flatly, his eyes becoming bored and flat.

The girl sighed at her obviousness and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. My idiot friend Black Star dragged me here. He didn't even tell me where we were going until we were in line here. Then, as soon as we got in here, he broke his promise and left me all alone. I shouldn't really be surprised, though. He really isn't a very trustworthy person."

Black Star, huh, Soul thought. Soul knew the obnoxious boy, but for some reason that he couldn't fathom, he didn't tell the girl. He and Black Star went to different schools but met through a common friend, Kid, and instantly hit it off. They would often play basketball together and sometimes would go to each other's houses to play video games. They were what people would call best friends.

"Well," Soul began. "How about we find that idiot for you?" Soul said, surprising both himself and the girl, as shown clearly by her eyes widening and her mouth opening into a small gape.

Soul quickly wracked his brain for a valid excuse for the words that slipped out of his mouth without running through the filter in his brain first. "Helping you will get me in less trouble for scaring the piss out of a little, tiny-tit, baby like you."

He never found out where the book came from.

When he came to, the girl was standing above him, leaning up against the wall.

"Are you ready? I want to get out of here." She offered him a hand, meeting his eyes once again. This time, though, there were no effects on his body or mind.

Soul reached for her hand, a smirk growing on his lips. He was beginning to like this girl.

The girl pulled up, backing up when his body was launched towards hers. "I'm Maka Albarn." She said, standing tall with an air of confidence surrounding her.

"Soul," He said, facing Maka. "Now let's go find your idiot."

Soul smirked and began walking forwards, Maka following not too far behind.

It's great to be back, guys! So here's what you missed: I got my first computer a month ago and have been writing nonstop ever since. Currently I'm working on about ten different fics, but they're all long, so they should take a while to post. I also recently bought a Tablet, so that's fun.

And that was basically my life in the past year.

Please leave a review! I plan to update this about two or three times a week until it's done… I don't really know how long it's going to be as of right now, so I'll just leave the story to write itself as I go along. I do know that chapters will be relatively short, though. I'm thinking there will be around five chapters.

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