Maka Albarn lay unconscious next to Soul Eater Evans covered like the surrounding objects in her own blood. Soul was also unconscious as well had a piece of metal sticking out of his shoulder that had covered the ground in a pool of blood underneath him. He blinked many times before he opened his eyes and his mind to what had happened. When he opened them he saw the night sky was covered with smoke. He could see that they were lying in a destroyed alley way. He tried to sit up and at first he failed miserably, but eventually he was able to sit up and drag his meister over to him. He placed her head in his lap cradling her head protectively in his arms.

Maka blinked forcing her stubborn eye lids to open and stay that way. She looked up into her weapon's deep red eyes as she laid there numbly. Soul took his heavy jacket off and placed it on her bloody side and attempted to stop the bleeding. She winced at the pain and tried to sit up. He gently pushed her back and brushed the hair out of her eye passionately.

"Don't move," he told her the worry was clear on his face. A tear unwillingly escaped his eye as he looked down at her, he cursed at it as it feel and he stiffened looking up and avoiding her eyes, looking around them insisted. She raised her arm and slowly caressed his cheek with a bloody hand, smearing his face. He immediately looked down meeting her gaze, and grabbed her hand gently.

"We need to get back to the DWMA," Maka stated as she tried to get up again. She feel back with a thud and frowned, "I am sorry, I-," she began.

"Shh,"he put his finger to his lips. He stood on his shaky legs that threatened to buckle from beneath him as he picked her up and began to walk toward their school around the ruins.

When they were at the doors, Soul's face was frightfully pale and his body shook and he pushed the door open, stumbling through the doors into what the believed to be safety.

As soon as the two of them were within the school's walls Soul feel and slumped against the nearest wall and passed out along with the already unconscious Maka. Death the Kid's eyes spotted them almost immediately and ran forward dropping his possessions and falling to his knees beside them. He called out for help and hysterically ran to the nurse's office to get Dr. Stine. The professor would have to do Kid thought to himself, running to fetch him.

"W-What happened?" Soul asked sitting up in the white shits in the, all too familiar, hospital bed. He looked over at the bed beside him and his expression fell even more seeing his partner like that.

"You just came in through the doors, half dead, covered in blood," Kid explained. "I have no idea what happened. But I think it has something to do with the attacks that happened down town earlier tonight."

"Maka will be fine," Stine stated, seeing the boys look of utter horror at the knocked out body beside him. "She has lost a lot of blood though, so she should take it pretty easy." Soul sighed in relief at this bit of information.

"Who attacked Death City?" Soul asked, tearing his eyes almost unwillingly away from Maka to face the two of them.

"We're not sure," Kid replied, "But…"

"We have a suspicion that witches were involved." Stine finished.

Soul sighed and leaned back in to the fluffed pillows. "Of course," he muttered under his breath. Kid and Franken Stine exchanged looks that made Soul look at them expectantly. "What?!" he asked impatiently.

"Medusa Gorgon." Kid replied. Soul automatically looked at Maka and groaned. Stine looked down as if remembering some past memory he was very fond of and for the briefest of moments grinned madly to where no one could see.

"No!" Soul shouted, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Stine said flatly regaining his composure.