The Model
Prologue: Incident On and Off a County Road
Author's Note: This story has an odd choice for a villain but if you've ever seen "The Emperor's New School" You'll know why.
From a panel on Soul Eater
Audience Member: Ms. Albarn? How do you react when someone makes a dojinshi that violates your character?
Maka: I just laugh
Franklin county road 255 was a winding twisting affair with tree lined chicken wire fences to hold in whatever critters lived on the farms. Dave Stillmore was driving this road on the cold January night but not because he had to. His house was only forty five minutes from work but somehow the detour signs led him here.
"Fucking ODOT," He said tuning in Sunny 95 the soft rock station, his headlights shining on the orange detour signs, "Wish they'd just leave the damn pavement alone!" and relaxed. It was then he saw the girl standing on the side of the road. The plaid skirt she was wearing was torn, her blouse too. One breast stood out of her shirt. Dave slowed down and pressed the window button on his Ford.
"Hey? You okay?" He said. The girl stared at him with lonely emerald eyes. He stopped his car and got out, he noticed her panties were blood stained and torn in the front. "Good lord what happened to you?" He asked the girl looked at him.
"I don't remember." She said and collapsed to the ground. Picking her up Dave went to his car and lay her on the back seat. Reaching in his glove compartment he pulled out a GPS. He rarely used it but he needed to find the nearest police station and on a road like this no one would ever find you. Maybe that's why she was out there.
Grant Hospital's waiting room was normal in the rudimentary sense, chairs a TV and some vending machines filled with sugary soda and bad coffee. A young man with white hair sat with his hands folded in a sense of desperation. His girlfriend had ended up here, supposedly raped, drugged all to hell and to top it off he wasn't there for her.
"Maka, I never should have let you leave my sight." Soul said softly as he saw a pair of black shoes come into his field of vision. Looking up he noticed the shoes belonged to a young detective. His hair was trimmed close almost like a buzz cut, a small spit curl of hair stuck out from the neatness, chaos and order in one hairdo.
"Mr. Evans I am Detective Umbridge from the Columbus Police's Sex Crimes Division. I want to ask you a few questions if you don't mind?" The man said. Soul looked at him perplexed.
"Sex crimes? What exactly happened here to her?" Soul said as the Umbridge pulled out a notepad.
"A man found her on a rural road near Centerburg. We're in the process of performing a rape test kit on her, but as of right now we have no suspects. We should have the blood tests done in about three days give or take but more than likely she was given some kind of date rape drug and aphrodisiac combo." Umbridge said. Soul put his head in his hands and began to weep.
"How could I be so stupid?" He hissed through his tears, Umbridge sat down next to the Death Scythe.
"I just need to know what you can tell me about Maka and where she was. If you can help me I can help you find this bastard." he said. Soul looked at him.
"We were doing a panel at Ohayocon this afternoon afterwards she went to find one of our friends. He has this obsession with symmetry, and he was having a fit because the tables in the dealer's room were not symmetrically set up, she went to the men's room to get him. That's the last I saw her." Soul said. Umbridge sighed.
"Does she have any stalkers, obsessive fanboys, anything like that? The detective asked. Soul shook his head. Umbridge stood up and handed Soul his business card. "Give me a call if she says anything." He said and walked out. Soul looked up at the TV and waited for Maka to come out.
He sat there, watching the recording, pausing to get the drawings just so. He couldn't believe he had accomplished this, he lived out his fantasy that night and that fantasy was going to make him some money come next Ohayocon. He paused the recording and looked at where he had made her a virgin no more, trying to approximate the blood spatter on the outside of her vagina. Drawing he let the tape run and listened to her moan and scream a bit. As he finished the recording he set the playback up again and shut off the volume. Pressing the remote for his iPod speakers he heard the familiar strains of Rammstein's cover of the Kraftwerk classic "The Model" and began to draw.
TBC
