Hello, everyone! Welcome to the prologue of my new Soul Eater fanfiction, The Witch's Madness. This is an idea I had recently, and kinda just decided to go with it and see where it led. I don't even know why I'm doing this, since I'm still trying to work on my Naruto fanfiction, but I just... got an itching to write this. So, here's a start!

Anyway, it's basically about this girl who has lost most of her past memories and her quest to get them back. Along the way, she joins Death Academy and forges relationships with characters, such as Maka and Soul... probably the other kids as well. Stein is also going to play an important role in the story, because Stein is just really awesome and I adore his insanity.

So... this is rated Teen... first part of this chapter is a little violent and possibly disturbing. I don't think it's all that graphic. But... just warning everybody ahead of time, just in case.

I hope you all enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

Prologue

Descending into madness wasn't quite as frightening and painful as she had thought it would be. Gruesome pictures of death seeped into her mind, of herself taking something, everything and everyone, apart with her weapon and chopping them up into pieces. She could already almost taste their screams mixed with the blood staining her blade. It should have terrified her; but all she could do was laugh.

Not only, in that moment, did she find the idea of dismemberment disturbingly humorous, but she had the overwhelming impulse to do it herself with her own two hands. If she'd been in her right mind, she never in her wildest dreams would have imagined herself committing such a despicable act. But tonight, she thought on it with a smile and a chuckle on her lips.

Kill... dismember... destroy...

Biting down on her lip until she tasted blood, she gripped a fistful of her hair between her fingers and burst into hysterical laughter in the middle of the otherwise quiet street. Incidentally, if asked, she wouldn't have even realized that she was standing in the street, at all. Although self-aware enough, she had no inclination to pay attention to her surroundings or anything happening outside the realm of her own mind.

Somewhere deep within her, she knew that there was no reason for it. She had nowhere to go. She was alone.

Well... not completely alone, she thought to herself, her spine tingling with excitement and intrigue when she heard a noise down the nearest alleyway.

Her vision was slightly blurry and it was difficult for her to walk normally, but in her current state, she paid the feeling no heed. With a sway in her step, she approached the dark alleyway and continued forward until she could see two figures in the darkness. She licked her lips as she heard the familiar crunching and snapping of a fresh soul being devoured.

Suddenly, with wild eyes, the Kishin whirled around and moved in front of the soulless human, looking like a guilty child caught in the act.

"Tasty soul, Mr. Kishin?" she asked heavily, moving closer to the Kishin.

His mouth stretching out into a grin, the Kishin replied in a raspy tone, "Not as tasty as yours will be!"

The Kishin lunged at her with full force, going directly for the kill. But the instant that he made his move, her fighting instincts turned on, and she maneuvered out of the way at the last second. The Kishin had been unprepared for such a reaction, and during the few seconds he remained stunned, she grabbed him and picked him up by the head. Laughing maniacally, she turned her free hand into part of a scythe and said, "Night night, Mr Kishin."

He never had the chance to scream before she brought down her scythe and sliced into the side of his head. Blood spurted everywhere; but she didn't mind. In fact, she relished the moment. As she proceeded to slice the Kishin into pieces, she hummed happily to herself. And after she was all done, she took each of the remaining pieces of the Kishin and arranged them neatly to make him look whole again.

Letting out a satisfied exhale of air, she stood up and reached down to pick up the Kishin's soul. Opening her mouth wide, she popped the Kishin soul into her mouth. She savored its crunchy texture and juicy flavor before swallowing.

Nothing like a good old-fashioned Kishin soul for a midnight snack.

Upon finishing her meal, she turned her scythe back into a hand and left the dismembered Kishin and the dead human behind in the alley.

As she walked the deserted city streets, her legs started to feel heavier and she began to feel sleepy. Her blurred eyesight continued to worsen as she struggled to stay on her feet. No longer did any visions of dismemberment or death plague her mind. She only felt emptiness and exhaustion.

Slowly, she raised her head and gazed up with squinted eyes at the crescent moon's face in the sky. She watched absently as his mouth seeped red blood.

Her breathing became heavy. "Mother," she whispered, "I don't... feel like myself..."

Then, her eyes drifted shut and her knees gave out beneath her. The last memory she had was of hitting the pavement. There was no pain, as her entire body had grown numb.

Someone was speaking.

Wait, no. There was more than one.

"Soul, help me out, here! I don't know if I'm doing these bandages right."

"Maka, come on. How hard is it?"

"Just help me! I don't want to do it wrong!"

"Ugh, Maka... You just... Ah, forget it. Let me do it."

"Wait! I think she's coming to!"

The girl's head was pounding and she felt extremely nauseated. As she slowly opened her eyes, she had to blink several times to get her vision to come into focus. It was then that she realized that she was lying down in a place she didn't recognize, and hovering over her were two strangers. One was a childlike brownish blonde-haired girl with pigtails, and the other was a white-haired boy with a headband.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue felt heavy. "W-what...?"

"It's okay, now," Pigtails said, reaching out and dabbing at her forehead with a washcloth. "You're safe here. Do you remember what happened to you?"

Ignoring Pigtails, the girl pushed the washcloth away and tried to sit up.

"Hey!" Pigtails exclaimed, pushing her down. "Don't do that. You're still hurt. It's okay, really. We aren't going to hurt you."

Swallowing roughly, she forced words out of her mouth. "I don't... remember what happened..."

"We found you collapsed out on the street covered in blood last night," the boy said in a deep voice.

Blood...?

"It's all right," Pigtails said with a smile. "You just woke up, so you don't need to worry about remembering anything, yet. Here. You've got some pretty bad cuts and bruises, so he'll bandage you up. I'm going to get some water. You need to drink something."

While Pigtails left the room to retrieve some water, the girl allowed the white-haired boy to bandage her wounds. Neither of them spoke; she just tried to focus on something else while he handled her sore limbs.

She was lying in a bed, in one of the two's bedrooms, no doubt. Based on the pinkish color scheme, she guessed that it was probably the girl's room. For the most part, the room was pretty ordinary, with a dresser and a closet, and a few personal possessions. Beside the bed was a huge window that looked out over what appeared to be a city. By the position of the sun outside, she thought that it must have been around mid-morning sometime.

A few minutes later, Pigtails returned to the room with a glass in her hand. "Here you go," she said, handing it to the girl in front of her. Then, turning her head to the boy, she said, "Hey, lift her head up."

He did as ordered, and the girl took the glass, murmuring a quiet thank you before putting the glass to her lips. "Don't drink it all at once, now," Pigtails said, smiling. However, the girl was far too thirsty to heed those words, and as the first sip of smooth, cold water slid down her throat, she couldn't resist downing the rest of the glass in about five seconds.

Pigtails stared at her for a moment, but then laughed as she took the glass back. "Wow, you must have been thirsty!"

The girl nodded, but then regretted it as she put a hand to her throbbing forehead. In response, the boy gently set her head back on the pillow.

"Not feeling too well, huh?" the boy murmured.

"That's fine," Pigtails said in a friendly tone. "Really, you don't have to worry about a thing. You can rest right here until you feel better!"

The girl glanced up at Pigtails questioningly. "But... where's here?"

"This is our house!" Pigtails replied.

"No, no..." the girl whispered, carefully lifting an arm and pointing to the window. "I mean... where's here? Out there, I mean. And who... are you guys?"

"Oh," Pigtails said. "Well, this is Death City. I'm Maka, and this here is Soul. What's your name?"

The girl's breath caught in her throat when she realized that she had no idea where Death City was or how she had come to be here. Her mind was clouded with hazy discomfort and shrouded memories. And although she lay in a soft, warm bed, with two people who seemed to have been kind enough to take her in and dress her wounds, she suddenly felt very afraid.

But upon hearing Maka's question, she was able to form one word in her mind, and it came out of her mouth in a hoarse, gravelly tone. "Luna. I'm... Luna."