Well – here is another Manga/Anime that I plan to abuse horrible – I mean…write an awesome tale about.

Hehe.

So, in case you haven't read any of my masterpieces before, this will be told from an entirely different pov and character profile. If you don't understand, maybe you should look into my profile and check out the chick that I randomly insert into my stories, haha. This story is obviously about a Sword Meister, so it's safe to assume that there's another character (or a few) inserted into this tale, and deftly weaved into the lives of our favorite Soul Eater characters.

Personally, I'm really excited about writing something for Soul Eater, I've wanted to for a while now - but inspiration somehow kept alluding me. But - here I am, with a wonderful new take on the who deal with madness - and also inspired by the latest Soul Eater chapter (83). I'm not quite sure if this has any real timeline in keeping with the manga...but, I do think that Soul will be a Death Scythe...he's just cooler that way, lol.

Anywho – this will somehow involve the main characters of Soul Eater – and it will blossom into absolute beauty! If you want to know more about it, look it up in my profile, or PM me - or, you could just trust me when I clear my throat...ahem...and say: SOULMAKA!...heh...

Oh, and as always, READ and REVIEW please! I'm a horrible editor, so I need you peeps to tell me where I have a spelling/grammar/completely missed word mistake, m'kay?

Alright – let's do this.

I don't own Soul Eater, any of the characters, or any Soul Eater paraphernalia. Aw. I made myself sad.

Part One:

The Call of Death

-Who could be calling?

We do not understand.
We do not comprehend….
But we are not made to.

-Who could be calling?
We wonder:
Perhaps it is the God of us
But we are not permitted to wonder so –

This is the stage – these are our lines
We are called only to act and save -
Now let the curtain rise…
We Are Ready.

Begin Chapter One:

"Well," Selene watched the sun drop out of the sky, and then be swiftly replaced by a ghoulish looking moon, "This is new."

Her back still hurt from landing in the middle of nowhere, but she was quickly getting over that. Not only did she not know where the hell she was, she also didn't know how she was going to get back. She tested her shoulders - pleased when they didn't ache. Then her knees. Then her feet. Wonderful - so it was only her back then, she could live with that. Looking around, she took in the slightly scary looking buildings that surrounded her, and wondered about what sort of place this might be.

"Oh, this is so not cool!" Selene let her head fall into her hands, groaning and moaning, not caring if the people walking in the streets saw her. She was in the middle of a crisis – it would be nice if somebody in the world cared! She had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming both in frustration and annoyance.

Okay Selene, she thought to herself, get a hold of yourself. All you have to do is figure out where the hell you are, meet some nice people, and then figure out how the hell to get back.

Back to where again?

She didn't know…there really wasn't a place to go back to – but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was plopped down in a strange place, with strange people, and a strange moon to top it all off and what was expected of her was that she-

Wait, was it laughing?

Selene shivered – maybe she shouldn't pay attention to that. No, she should pay attention to her surroundings – this was a town, a city even – there was a center to this city, where she could probably find some information about it – and hopefully as she wandered around she would run into somebody who could help her out.

God, she hoped she wasn't here alone.

The last mission she had faced alone had ended…slightly tragically. Getting up, Selene patted her pants, brushing off the dirt and dust.

Well, what was she supposed to do now?

Right – she had to follow the call, find out whoever managed to call her here, and see what the problem was. Simple enough…

The moon was still laughing – creepily, moodily, freakishly – it sent shivers down her spine. But, then she wondered why it even bothered her? Wasn't this the same moon that she's seen every night since she was young? The same moon that has welcomed her midnight presence since before she can remember?

That's funny to her, because she doesn't remember anything about it – but now she has too. She was responsible to assume any memory that she needed to help her achieve her mission, and her brain was already cataloguing everything about this new place and making some make-shift memories.

Resolved, Selene faced the mood – watching it laugh with admiration instead of fear. This would be the first of her memories – just her and the moon, together night after night as she would begin her quest to save yet another world.

There's a world she needs to get back to, she recalled suddenly, but that thought is soon sent back into her heart. She wouldn't think about that again. Now, there was only that moon – and that laugh, and then she laughed too.

This was one of those moments – the type that people never forgot, not even after they were old.

"Alright," Selene made a silent promise to herself –to never fear that moon again, and anything else in her entire life. Useful, she deemed, in a world she knew nothing about.

The streets suddenly looked very welcoming – warm and bright and long – with the moonlight shimmering against the cobble stone.

Her heels click against the ground – she realized for the first time that she was wearing old khaki pants and a white tank top.

Still white? That's surprising – but that thought didn't make any sense, so she ignored it.

"Are you still wondering, deep soul of those we seek – don't let this life be daunting, for this is the life you reaped," She sang to herself, in a low, rough voice. She was alone – but she didn't feel alone, not with the echoes of her voice returning to her from all directions, and that moon hovering huge and maniac above her.

Selene decided that this wasn't so bad – just the moon and her – and this late hour. Maybe she could stay like that forever. Her tune screeches to a halt as her voice faltered, off key.

What was she thinking?

Shaking her head, she wondered if there was some magic in this world, which kept her from thinking straight. Who the hell cared if the moon was with her? It was a moon - and this wasn't a world filled with celestial deities. She could tell that it wasn't, but at the same time - something about the madness that seemed to seep out of a moon like that made her feel as if she was being pumped full of...something...

This meant that she was crazy, didn't it?

She really hated this. Having to fight every inner instinct that she had ever accumulated – it was like being a human contradiction.

Slumping to the ground again, not fifteen feet from where she had started walking, she moaned into her hands again. The back of her eyes were starting to hurt – how long had she been awake? Long enough, obviously, for her eyes to feel like they were slowly being scraped out of her sockets.

It started to creep up on her again – the hazy, high feeling of floating, and the moon was started to look bigger and bigger.

She closed her eyes, pleading for it to just go away – she wanted to remain sane, this thing that kept creeping up on her – it felt strange and deep; like the muck scraped along the bottom of her shoes. Like that muck was slowly seeping into her mind, plugging up her rational thinking, making her think that everything was wonderful and amazing, and that she should just wander off without a care in the world or any concern for herself.

Everything was not wonderful – or amazing, and not even remotely close to safe enough or her to wander off.

Something was trying to make her forget about whom she was and where she was trying to get back to.

Standing, she wobbled slightly, the force of that insanity weighing down upon her, but she shook her head and summoned her strength. She would not be going insane tonight.

Suddenly, she clicked her tongue, realizing that this must be another 'evil'. The evil of this world – the thing that she would be battling against. It was strong – mental and physical at the same time – it had attacked her without remorse as soon as she had landed. What amazing force of evil this world held.

It was harder than it should have been, walking down the street – she had to rely on the walls and other carts and shops to keep herself upright. Once in a while, she had to stop and breathe carefully, before summoning enough strength in her bones to keep on.

She arrived to an open area – one that was in the middle of the town. There were some shops still open here, with people laughing and having a grand ole' time.

Couples danced around, careless and fancy-free, clicking their heels and being cheerful and jolly – something that she wished she could embrace. But, there was something she had to do, and that gnawing madness trying to crack into her skull wasn't going to let her be fancy free anytime soon.

"Come on Soul, you won't know until you try."

"Yahoo! Don't be chicken Soul, though I know it's tough to be the coolest with me around, being the biggest, coolest man of them all!"

"Patty! How could you! You're dress isn't symmetrical anymore – it took me hours to fit that on you straight!"

One group in particular was louder than the rest. Selene's eyes found them easily – and then she cocked her head in confusion.

Ah – how interesting. She had seen these children before – in someone else's memories, moments before she had opened her eyes to this place.

There was the person who had called her here, yes – she had seen then in those memories. That meant that whoever she was looking for was connected to these children somehow…

All of a sudden, they weren't the center of her attention anymore, and she forgot anything about remembering or trying to follow the connection.

A strawberry blonde was lurking amongst the shadows, face wide and peaked as she tried not to draw attention to herself. Selene didn't know how she had noticed her in the first place, but it was like her eyes had automatically zeroed in on the shadows, finding her before she was out of sight forever. Her voice was muted – hoarse from being so shocked, but she spoke anyway – and amazingly, the blonde heard it, eyes snapping to Selene before widening with familiarity.

"Georgie?"

It was natural – the name was easily brought from the dusty recesses of her mind – Georgie had rushed forward and wrapped her hands around Selene's neck, tears streaming down her face.

"Selene!"

Ah – there it was – thank goodness. Selene had been concerned that Georgie wouldn't have remembered her – considering what problems she was having with her memory herself.

"I was so freaked out! Have you seen where we are? What kind of freaky town is this, do you see that thing?" Georgie pointed to the moon, which was still ghoulish and creepy. Georgie turned her attention back to Selene, and gave her a once-ever, taking in Selene's wide, hollow eyes, "Are you okay?"

"Just fine," Selene's head was clearing – the blurs around the edges were starting to become clearer – but the damp darkness in her mind refused to let up. Would this pressure forever exist in the back of her head?

"I don't know where we are – I was hoping you would know – and I have a bit of a headache," Selene laughed, "probably from the fall."

Georgie shook her head, "Now that you mention it," She turned her attention to her bottom, gently tapping her sore rump, "My butt is killing me – and you landed on your head?" Georgie suddenly shot her a concerned look, "How are you not unconscious?"

"I guess my head is just that hard," Selene ran a hand through her short, spiky hair, "But, that's enough of that – we're here now, regardless of how we got here, and what pains it took to do it. It's time to return to the mission."

Georgie screwed her face up in a frown, her blue eyes dark and even in the moonlight. She looked around, "Well – maybe…maybe…we'll find them eventually; we should just lay low or something and get some clues."

"Find them? Oh, right!" Selene looked around as well, seeing the people wandering around – the group from before was gone. Darn it. There had been something about them, something that had had something stirring in Selene's stomach, "Hmm. Maybe we should walk around for a while – see if we can sense anything."

Nodding, Georgie took a step before latching onto Selene's arm, "I wish that moon would shut up." She grumbled, causing Selene to grin, looking up at that moon again.

Her head pounded – black spots dance around her vision – once, twice, she felt her brain snap, everything pitch black, until she was aware again.

It barely took any time – Georgie didn't even notice – but Selene's stomach churned.

"I guess it's something we'll just have to get used to, Georgie."

There was no trace of the calm, confident humour that had previously been laced within her tone.

Now there was only fear.

End Chapter One

Bonus:

"Isn't this exciting? Everything is so beautiful!" Tsubaki was sparkling.

"Can't we go home already? I'm tired." Soul was grumbling.

"Yahoo! Let's get wasted! Drinks on me!" BlackStar was…BlackStar-ing.

All in all – it was a nice night. Drunken men and scantily dressed women aside. Maka was enjoying herself – she had written a test today that she felt really good about, and she had gotten another book for herself to mark it. She couldn't wait to go home and start reading it, but she couldn't get over how tonight was such a nice night.

It wasn't often she felt like strolling around this late – but sometimes she couldn't help it. The fresh air – the conversation – just being with her friends, she didn't mind it at all.

"Hey look here!" BlackStar exulted, running up to a vender who was serving alcohol, "Such a big guy deserves to get the best! Four shots, please!"

Maka rolled her eyes. He really was an idiot – no one was going to sell and underage kid like him alcohol.

Her eyes bulged out of her head when he pulled out a fake I.D.

"BlackStar!" Tsubaki was behind him, eyes also wide, "Where did you get that?"

"What are you talking about?" BlackStar said after collecting his purchase, "I've always had it – why wouldn't I?" He laughed and handed Soul a shot glass, "Here you go, Soul!"

Soul regarded the drink in his hand with pursed lips, "This doesn't sound too cool, BlackStar – we're underage."

"Are you kidding me? Only the coolest guys drink alcohol! Drinking underage should increase your cool level like…" BlackStar had to think for a moment, "A lot."

Maka fought the urge to roll her eyes again. There was no way that Soul would do something so stupid, only BlackStar was that much of a moron.

"Sweet." Soul laughed and downed the cup, causing Maka to…of course…

"Maka Chop!"

"Ah," Soul rubbed the back of his head, "What the hell Maka? I almost choked!"

"You idiot," She knocked the cup out of his hand, giving him the most disgusted look that she could muster, "Don't you know what drinking does to you? It'll make you even stupider than you are, and then what will I do? I can't have a stupid weapon, Soul."

"Oh, come on Maka – that's dumb. Drinking doesn't do that-"

"Really?" Maka didn't want to say it – but she knew that she had to, or else Soul might drink some more, "What do you think happened to my Papa? He drinks. Look at how he turned out."

On cue – her papa could be heard slurring his words in a high pitched squeal while he was surrounded by ladies gawking over him - he was wearing a loose, blue kimono that barely went to his knees. A mentally scaring picture that would forever be burned into Maka's brain.

BlackStar came up to Soul again, another drink extended to him, "Here's another one on my buddy!"

Soul took one look at it, before knocking it away, "Are you crazy? Get that away from me!"

"What?" BlackStar looked at Soul, concerned, "What's the matter? It's only one drink." He stepped closer to Soul, who backed away quickly.

"I'm serious BlackStar - if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't ever touch that stuff again!"

Maka smiled.

Soul really wasn't like her papa at all, was he?

"Selene!"

A loud, almost desperate sounding yell caught her attention. Two girls were jogging towards each other - a short blonde and a tall blonde. The taller one seemed oddly jubilant - Maka could sense a soul wavelength from her spot a good distance away. Her soul rippled with barely contained excitement. The shorter one, however; her soul seemed to shimmer calmly, without any ripples or changes, but there was something off...the tone of it...like it was too thick or...was veiled the word she was looking for?

Intrigued, Maka called upon her Soul Perception eyes and in the moment she would have seen their souls, she felt her shoulder be grabbed by someone, and was spun around.

"Come on Maka!" Patty jumped and clapped her hands, "Everyone's already left us!"

Oh. Maka realized that her group had already moved onto the next interesting display, leaving her to herself, and Patty to...whatever she had been doing...

"Thank's a lot, Soul." She muttered, before looking back to the girls - and then they disapeered in the crowd, and Maka shrugged to herself.

In Death World, strange things seemed to happen everyday. You think she'd be used to it by now.