Soul opened his eyes. He blinked twice when he did not see a thing. He was sure his eyes were already open but all he can see was darkness. Was he in his room sitting on his bed? Why was it so dark?
His head throbbed and he winced when he shook his head. He was not able to move his arms and turned to look at his back to see. Red eyes went wide when he saw his hands in handcuffs chained to the wall. And felt the cold metal on his skin.
Then it dawned on him.
The witch has captured him. And now, he was locked up in a prison in death knows where.
"What do you want?" The young Death-scythe snarled as soon as his feet landed on the ground. Medeva - the crow witch took him the instant Maka was out of sight. She was able to break them apart.
The black witch smiled mischievously. She was still floating in the air looking down at him, small orbs of fire surrounding her. "I want us to have an agreement, a deal." She continued, "You are the Last Death Scythe Soul Eater. I want you to come with me and be the King of my castle."
Soul's was caught off guard. "Huh?"
"I can give you more power you could've never imagined. YOU will be the master." She continued while waving her hands. "YOU will rule our clan and all the creatures will fear you." Medeva glared at him, right hand turned to fist - as if crushing something. "I can give you EVERYTHING." She started to descend, silk black dress blown by the night air.
She was intimidating sure. But Soul knew better.
"What do you say, MY last death scythe?" she finishes, feet landed on the ground in front of him.
The said young man looked at the witch and grinned. "No."
The witch raised her eyebrows but did not comment.
"You heard me witch. I refuse." He said showing his sharp teeth.
Medeva just stared at the weapon.
Soul was not sure but he can see something else in her eyes. Was it fondness? Admiration?
Earlier, she was ready to kill them. What changed? It made him confused. But he tried not to pay attention. "I do not have time to think about this too much. I have to go back and find Maka."
He tried to look and study the witch under his bangs. She was not moving at all. Was she procrastinating?
They were currently in the middle of the forest while the moon is at its peak. He scanned the place and weighed his options. He can run through those tall trees, hide and wait for a chance to go back to the city. "I need to divert her attention so that I can run away from here." Yes. That was the plan.
He shoved his hands deeply in his pockets and sighed. "I don't get it." He again turned to her. "Why?"
This time, the woman laughed. "Do I need to stress out the obvious?" The witch's expression changed and before Soul could move to step back, she had grabbed him on his shoulders. He almost hissed in pain on how strong her grip were.
His ruby eyes were now looking at a pair of purple eyes - like Blair's but darker. "I like you", she whispered, mouth slanted over him.
Soul's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when her lips met his. They fell on the floor, the witch on top of him.
Damn it, he can't move. Her hands were still on his shoulders pining him down while he continued to struggle against her.
But his attempts only made Medeva pushed him harder. He groaned when his head bumped on the cold stone ground. And the witch forcefully parted his lips using her tongue and she even ran her tongue on his teeth!
There was a flash of light and the witch quickly flew above the ground. She looked down on the albino - who's rubbing his mouth with the back of his left hand, right arm a red and black scythe.
"My my my.. Don't tell me you don't like it." She said innocently. "It was good wasn't it? I am a good kisser." She licked her lips teasingly which made Soul angrier.
"I will eat your soul, you witch!" He jumped to attack Medeva but she was quick to dodge him. In a blink of an eye, she was in Soul's back there was no time to defend himself when she kicked him hard. He was followed by the black woman and grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
"Death dammit. Her attacks were heavy." He coughed and opened his eyes to meet her cold ones.
They were back on the ground and she pushed him to a big tree, Soul barely standing. Arm turned back to human form. "Look my last death scythe. Why don't you think things over? It's a win win situation." Her free hand ran her fingers on his cheek.
He moved his head to the opposite side, leaving her hand hanging. "I don't need to think. Ask someone else". Coldly, he said.
Medeva smiled wickedly. "Are you rejecting me?" she sounded hurt but Soul knows she's just faking it. Her eyes turned sharper. "I do not want anybody else Eater." Her words are like venom crawling onto his skin. "I'm interested in YOU."
He turned to her but did not say anything. Soul hit his head and he was trying to think how to get out of her grasp.
"You probably thinking, 'why?'..." she teased him.
He gave in to put an end to this stupid conversation. "Why then?" he challenged.
Her grin was scary, deadly. She stepped closer to him, just an inch away. "Why? Why you..?" She gently put his two fingers on his flat stomach. "Because you're Shibusen's last Death Scythe." Fingers slowly going up to his chest. "...you're masculine", to his neck, "..handsome...and..." Her fingers stopped on his jaw.
He swore he stopped breathing when she said, "...your blood..is black.."
All turned to darkness.
He heard a door opening. Soul raised his head, squinting his eyes against the bright light. Was it morning then?
He saw Medeva walking towards him, a smile plastered on her face. "Fuck. I want to erase that smile on her fucking face".
"Hi my dear Deathscythe. Have you been thinking of joining me?"
A man was behind her holding a chair who put it down not too far from where he was and the witch sat. The said man also put down a lamp and its light illuminated the small room.
Ah. It looks like he was in a tower. An ancient tower made of bricks. Great. He looked around under his bangs and there's no other way out other than THAT door.
"Do you like it here? Of course, you will be moved to the castle as soon as you changed your mind."
He chuckled. "Even if you lock me up here, my mind will not change. I will not join your little clan and be your King." He almost spit the last word.
The witch just grinned. "You're stubborn. I like that."
Soul grimaced and red eyes looked at the black witch. "Yeah? You'll be surprised."
"Let's see." She turned to the man near the door and nod. The man walked towards him and took something from his pocket. It was a tube with a three thick needles on the end. Bigger than a normal syringe.
Wait. He had seen that before. Medeva stood up, while the man walked to him.
'Think Soul, think."
"This will just be quick my dear." Her voice echoed in the background.
Right. He saw the same image in one of Maka's books when they were studying about witch's tools. Sure, he didn't pay much attention but he can remember it clearly. That thing will only bring great agony to a weapon like him.
*Shit, this is bad.* He tried to move his hands but it was futile.
The witch laughed. "What? Are you afraid of needles?" she added sarcastically, "I hope not."
Soul looked at her behind the man who was now in front of him, doing something with the syringe. "What are you planning to do?"
She just shrugged. "Nothing. I will just extract some blood from you and have them tested." Medeva moved to the side. "Do not fear Eater, I told you I like you remember? I will not kill you."
He clenched his jaw.
"I asked Mr. Troy to do it for me though. Come'on my love, don't make it too hard for us. It will not hurt." she added to comfort him.
What was she, a doctor talking to a kid patient before a flu shot?
Shit. He cannot even transform one of his fingers to cut the chain. This witch might have put a spell on them to prevent him to become a scythe. Or, this entire cell was under a spell.
"Do it Troy."
'Troy' walked to him but when he was on Soul's reach, the demon scythe quickly caught his feet and pull him to the ground using his legs. Troy grunted and fought to stand up again but Soul wouldn't let him. He was tied up, and exhausted, but he can still put this big man down.
After being the 'Last DeathScythe', he endured countless trainings - for both his mind and body - including physical fights. He learned multiples techniques and strategies to outsmart his enemy. He can fight now even without a meister - that is when the time calls for it - like today.
He might not be as great as 'The Great Blackstar', but he knows what he is capable of.
Troy was being trapped between his legs and he was having a hard time to breathe. Soul was about to end his misery when suddenly, he was stabbed in the shoulder. It was then that he felt intense pain. Electricity running fast in this body he can almost taste it.
Soul cannot help but curse. It was a trap. Big man Troy was just a decoy.
"Dammit." He fell down to the ground scrunching like a fucking retard and the decoy managed to escape from him. Troy immediately went out.
"You should not play hard to get, my last Deathscythe." On his blurry vision, he saw her walking to where he laid, heels of her shoes loud on the floor.
Why did he not hear her footsteps? Was he not paying attention to his surroundings, that she was able to attack him like that?
She got down on one knee and laughed. "Do you think that was easy?" Not wasting another second, she pushed the syringe deeper into his flesh.
"Argh!" Soul shut his eyes tightly. "Fuck! It hurts!" He cannot stop himself from trembling.
She pulled the syringe and got up when she got the amount of blood she wanted. Smug, she dusted her black dress and looked at the young weapon. "It did not hurt a bit, right?"
He hardly turned to face her, still lying on the stone cold floor trying to regain his breathing. "No shit."
"I was right. I know you'll do something like that." She said while examining the tube. Her eyes furrowed when she saw that the blood is red. She was expecting black like the information she received. But well, she will test his blood and will go from there.
After effect was still in Soul's body, paralyzing him. He still cannot move, dammit.
Medeva took the lamp. "I'll be back tonight my love. Please reconsider." And she left him just like that.
"We need to find him now Professor! It's been a day and Soul has not returned." Maka cried to Stein when the latter stopped upon seeing them in the hallway before entering their Crescent moon classroom. Tsubaki was behind her and both are waiting for the man's response.
It was yesterday when Maka and Soul encountered the crow witch. The Scythe meister has been waiting since then for her weapon's arrival. It was a long night and she cannot endure it anymore thinking that Soul has not come back, the possibility of him being hurt or trapped was what makes the young meister anxious.
Stein looked at her. "We are doing everything we can to track him, however, it seems like this witch is using her Soul Protect to hide Soul from us. And Soul cannot reach us either." He said truthfully but in a calm manner.
Maka sighed. Yes, she tried looking for Soul as well using Soul Perception but she was not able to find him. She was starting to panic because she was having a feeling that her weapon was not okay.
They were fighting a kishin and defeated it but when they were on their way back, the witch appeared before them. It was odd, Maka thought but they decided not to fight her and get the fuck out of there. But a strong wind blew and they got separated. When she came back, the witch was nowhere to be found, along with her scythe.
If she just acted quickly, this will never happened.
What else can she do?
The white haired teacher put his hands on Maka's shoulder. "For the meantime, try to remain calm and do not think of doing something reckless." He said as if he read her mind. He whispered. "Please go to Lord Death's room after your class." then smiled.
The girl wearing pig tails understood and nod.
"Hello my dear." Medeva said while walking and stopped in front of him. "How are you today? Did you sleep well last night?"
Soul did not comment. His whole body was sore sitting all day - or maybe all night, with hands chained behind his back. It was a good thing he ate a kishin soul two days ago but still, after a few hours, he will be hungry and at the moment, he badly needs water.
He heard the door creaked and on his peripheral vision, he saw Troy entering the room.
"Soul Eater, are you awake?" When he did not answer, the witch got down on her knees and looked at him, but she cannot see his eyes because of his bangs.
She was about to touch his hair when he spoke: "Now it's not hard to talk to you since you're not standing anymore." Soul raised his head. "My neck hurts looking up y'know."
Medeva smiled. "My, my, my? Have you decided?"
The young weapon snorted. "In your dreams."
The witch glared at him for a good three seconds before she stood up. "We have a lot of time. I'm sure I can change your mind." She said and talked to Troy then walked back to him - holding the same thing as before. "I need a little more blood my love."
Soul just shook his head. He was expecting this. "Go ahead."
"Oh, aren't you being submissive now? Why is that?"
"Really?"
Even if he resists, she'll do it anyway, so why waste his energy? He needed to reserve them to more important things. Like escaping.
Medeva waited for his answer but the scythe did not respond. She just smiled again. "I will do it gently this time." She started to reach for his arm.
"Was it not enough, or the results were not what you expected..?"
Soul's words made the witch stop.
He turned to her, burgundy eyes looking intently at her.
"What -"
"What are you trying to do with the black blood?", the scythe asked. "Are you following on Medusa's research? Or is it entirely different?"
"Medusa? The snake witch?"
She looked puzzled and lost. He was not able to contain his sarcasm. "Did you not do your homework?"
The witch roughly grabbed his hair and forced him to look into his dark purple eyes. "What are you saying?!"
The demon scythe just gave him a blank look.
"Talk!" It's funny how confused Medeva looked right now.
Soul sneered.
Her eyes turned to slit and when he did not say anything, she hit him - hard. When he didn't bulged, she hit him again and again while still holding his white locks.
"You wanna do this the hard way? Fine." She hit Soul again and release the hold of him making him fall.
He coughed out blood.
The crow witch took a deep breath. "I still like you Soul Eater." Troy has grabbed and hold him while Medeva ready the syringe. "I told you I'll do it gently right?"
It was amazing how she can change from calm to mad to one crazy bitch witch.
Troy pushed him to the wall to steady him and when Medeva held Soul's arm, he left the room.
The young scythe can hardly open his left eye. He felt a cut on his eyebrow and he can taste his own blood in his mouth. His breathing ragged because of the beating he took.
Medeva smiled wickedly. "Are you ready, MY last deathscythe?" She said while holding the needles. "I hope you are, but, let me first ease the pain".
She grabbed his chin and kissed him. At the same time, injected the syringe into his arm.