I sort of like writing these horror stories.
Soul watched with horror how he crushed Black Star's skull. Soul's terrified scream echoed through the room as He tossed the body aside and the blood started dripping down his watched it running down his pale fingers with mild interest before turning His attention to Soul. Soul was beyond scared: he wanted to run, run far away from this place and forget the horrors that came with it. Despite his fear, he forced himself to look at Him. He still had somethign he wanted to know.
"Where's Maka?" His voice was slightly hoarse, but it didn't matter. The figure smirked at him before bursting out into cold laughter. "She's right here, under these bodies. But I'm afraid I overdid it a little. Her face is way beyond recognition." His voice did not hold even an ounce of remorse. But what would you expect from a serial killer? Nonetheless Soul started searching. Searching for hope. But all he found was dead bodies. Most of them were innocent citizens, the once happy faces twisted into grotesque grimaces. The figure was watching him as he silently worked his way through the bodies, his lips curving up into a smile when Soul recognized someone.
He had killed Professor Stein, Lord Shinigami, Maka's father, Chrona, Tsubaki, and even the twins. Their bodies had been crushed,torn,sliced,stabbed and even burnt, but what really hurt Soul were the faces: The expressions of horror mixed with the sadness of betrayal. He could not have imagined what Patty and Liz must've felt. He tossed the thought aside. He had to find Maka before He got bored. Soul would not bear it if he couldn't see the face of Maka once again.
Finally, he found the familiar brunette, even though he only recognized her thanks to her clothes. He had been telling the truth: The face was completely crushed, so even Soul could not know what pain Maka had gone through. He pressed the lifeless and already cold body against him, suppressing the tears that threatened to leak out. The figure chuckled happily.
"I like that expression." Death the Kid said, as he took the sword he had been using so far."But sadly, it's not symmetrical. But my world has to be perfect. You'll be a great sacrifice, Soul. I'll make sure you'll be remembered." The last words were spoken with mockery as He lunged at Soul with all his might. Soul didn't have the time nor will to react to the attack. The last thing he noted when the sword pierced his heart, were the white strands Kid hated for ruining his symmetry. Oh, the irony.
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