-Maka's P.O.V.-
I didn't really know how to feel when my dad came in that morning, tears in his' eyes, red hair messy and tie halfway un-done. My white haired partner, Soul, clenched my shoulders as I sat down, trying to ready myself for the impending news my father would bring. He didn't try to dull it down, but was rather blunt. "Your mother is dead. Murdered by a crazed psycho path on her way here to see you." He whispered, hanging his head, making his' crimson hair cover his face so I couldn't see it anymore. Numbly, I realized it was almost the color of Soul's eyes. Right now, the blood-red eyes pierced me, searching for a reaction, holding me in a position that if I had not just heard of my mother's death, I would have melted in.
Taking in a breath, I tucked a piece of my sandy blonde hair behind my ear. "When…When did you hear of this?" I shakily asked.
"Just this morning…" My father replied, still not looking up. Tears were stinging at my eyes, but I hardly noticed them. Sure, in most of the books I read, the heroine's mother died, but most of the books I read were sleazy at times, so that meant if I followed the life of my book, Soul and I would be getting it on tonight.
Um, no thanks, I think I'll pass on that.
I had a bad habit of trying to cheer myself up in sad or sappy situations by remembering something funny. So when I was at Papa's brothers wedding, I began laughing as he slipped the golden ring on his' new bride's finger, earning a few weird glances.
That was the last time I did that.
But right now, even remembering the funny look from everyone in the chapel, I was still crying. I was shaking uncontrollably, and that was when I noticed it was raining outside. It felt like even the heavens were crying with me, for the loss of the only motivation I really had to get better. I always wanted to be just like Mama. My dream was to make Soul an invincible death scythe. The one day, I'd go see Mama. I'd show her all I'd done, all for her.
But just like my heart, that dream was shattered. As Papa leaned over to hug me, I let him. Even though I'd denied him of ever being my Papa, now, all I really needed or wanted was a parent.
"Maka…" Soul whispered, stroking the side of my face. I stood abruptly, Soul jumping off of me, Papa looking up solemnly. He was a mess. I was one too.
"I need to take some time alone…I'm going for a walk." I said, turning and heading for the door.
"Take an umbrella!" Soul cried. I simply ignored him though and took off into the cold night, rain drenching my clothes immediately.
I was wearing my black trench coat with a white dress shirt and yellow sweater vest underneath, and a red plaid mini skirt; my battle outfit. Soul and I had just come from defeating a Kishin egg, earning our 44th soul, after a mix up with the cat Blair sent us back to square one. Right now, though, my green tie with white stripes now seemed to choke me.
I stood in the rain (dramatically) and continued crying, my tears mixing with the rain. I felt stiff and uncomfortable in all of my clothing. Groaning, I yanked off my tie and threw it into a puddle. My coat, sweater vest and boots followed, and I stood there, in my white shirt and skirt, no shoes, and let out my hair which was in very messy pigtails. I stood there and looked up at the maniac moon, still crying. I was being a total drama queen, but right now it seemed to feel okay. All these emotions I kept bottled up, acting like a book worm, lashing out randomly; none of it was really ever me.
As I stood there, I barely noticed the shadowy figure lurking. I ignored it, keeping in the light. I wasn't too bad of a fighter, and when my adrenaline is high, I can do almost anything.
But as the small beam of light I sought refugee under flickered then died, numbness crept over me. What's the point?
"Your soul…It looks so tasty!" A voice called out. I turned in the direction of the voice, my heart normal, my breath shallow, nothing abnormal, even though an alarm was going off in my head.
"Thanks." I replied lazily. I was going into a state of bliss. As the man approached, I noticed a silver blade in his hand. "That's a nice knife you got there."
The man grinned, revealing sharp teeth, like Souls'.
Wait…Who's Soul? Nothing seems right now. Everything is twisting and morphing. I'm drifting…Slowly drifting…
The man tied a cloth in my mouth, and then pushed me down. I stared back up at him, un-phased. He looked rather displeased at that, though.
"Scream, little girl!" He yelled, "It's no fun if you half enjoy it!"
"Uh, okay." I said then, with as much emotion as a brick, I said "Ahh. Stop. Please. Nooo."
"Making a fool of me, eh?" The man growled, holding up the giant machete.
I shrugged. "Just doing as you told me." The alarms inside my head were starting to annoy me. I had to relax. Everything was pretty dark. I wonder why.
Above me, he started laughing crazily. I twitched slightly, still numb, but even as my conscience was failing, I could sense danger in this situation.
As he laughed, he reached down for my left leg. Taking the blade, he began to saw…Back and forth…Back and forth… Red blood was everywhere. As feeling began to leave my leg, I drifted into the darkness, giving everything up, not caring.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!" An unfamiliar voice cried out. A man in red with a blonde braid kicked the man off, who apparently was holding my leg. "AL! SEE IF SHES ALIVE!" He yelled.
A giant suit of armor approached me. The last thing I saw were his' red eyes staring back at me before everything went black and I succumbed to the cold darkness.
