(10 years ago)

"Run, run! Run away twin!" " You are evil! You can never be a mage. Never!" "Run with your shadow, twin!" "You try to break your seal, you try to release your sister, you are a witch! A witch!" "You do not belong!" Taunting voices call. "Shut up! I'm not a witch! I'm not a witch!" I shrieked. "Go away Witch! Get lost!" "Die witch! Die!" "Bleed to death! Hahaha!" "Just you wait! DWMA will kill you!" More shouts echo. Tears streamed down my face as I ran. Down halls, through rooms, past more and more mages. Out of the old castle, through the shadowy woods, deep into the moutains, never legs gave out and I sank to the ground, eyes blurry from tears, curled into a ball, the calls of the mages running through my mind. "Demon!" "Freak!" "Witch!" "Evil!" "Leave!" "Get out!" "Go away!" "Die!"They had called. "Hey, sis. Don't mind them, they don't like people like us. We're stronger than them and they fear us. We're not witches, we never will be witches. We live with the land, we respect nature, we treated nature right and nature gifted us with control over it. Besides, our magic is stronger than witch or mage magic, because we are everything. That, and your a technician, I your weapon." My sister, Itachi, said in a gental voice. I nodded,"Yes, your right. We are not witches now let's go...I...I...wanna say good by to father and sensei...just one more time..."

(Present day)

"Another one? God, just leave me alone, I haven't done anything." I said, adressing another DWMA student. "Witch Tsuki, I've come for your soul. As a meister it is my duty to kill you, even if you haven't done anything, yet." She responded. I sniffed the air, she had a few familiar scent about her. Probably a friend of her's I had fought. That was the most likely reason.

"Are you friends with a loud-mouth blue-haired meister with a superiority complex? The guy says he will surpass gods..."I asked, tilting my head. "You mean Black*Star?" The girl responded. I had my back to her, but I was starting to get annoyed."So that was his name. He was an imature brat, I'm glad I sent him back with all those injuries." I smirked, standing up,"What is your name?" The girl looked furious, she charged me. Her scythe swung around fast, but I dodged, doing a backwards handspring and sticking the landing

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a seed and started chanting. "Drake, Draco, Drago, Dragon." I dodged another attack, leaping over the girl and landing behind her. "RAPID GROWTH!" I yelled, slamming the seed into the ground. Blood-red, thorny vines shot towards the whipped around, only to be impaled by my plant. "Now, please answer my question. What's your name?" I said, approaching her. "M-Maka...Albarn." She stuttered, closing her eyes. I realized she was waiting for me to finish her off.

"Alright then Maka-chan, usually my attackers can make their way back on their own, but your injuries are worse than what I intended. I will take you back." I pulled her off the vine impaling her and whistled. Kip, a black, winged wolf appeared. "Kip-kun, please watch Maka-chan for a moment." The wolf nodded and stood guard while I searched for Itachi.

"You realize your flying straight into Death City, in your wiccan garb, right?" Itachi asked me, appearing suddenly and gesturing at my dragon-based outfit. I wore a blue, dragon scale patterned shirt with matching pants, a pointed hat with a fake dragon curled around it, and a short cape that resembled dragon-like wings."First off it's witch garb. Second yes I realize what I'm doing, but I'm the embodiment of insanity. Does it really matter?" I said. Itachi looked like she was going to argue, but changed her mind. She changed into a scythe that looked like a blade growing from a gnarled tree branch, with tons of little red flowers growing on it and a large rose blossom on the bottom.

Returning to Kip, I saw Maka watching me. "That's a weapon? But, your a witch! How..." She started, but I stopped her. "I'm not a witch, okay? I'm a wiccan, my magic is used for self-defense and aiding others. I was going to be a mage, but they chased me away." Maka's scythe had transformed into a white-haired boy with a bored look on his face. "I'm Soul and why have I never heard of a wiccan before?" He asked, watching me mount my scythe."And what are you doing?" "I am ready to fly, put your friend behind me and then get on. Also, hold on tight." I advised.

"Again, I've never heard of a wiccan." Soul repeated, following my instructions. "That's 'cause wiccans are going extinct. My sister,"I gestured to my scythe,"and I are the last wiccans." The boy got an apologetic look, but I just shrugged and took off into the sky. The wings that had appeared on the shrunken blade were four large, black, spiked, bat-like wings.

Shibusen was fast approaching as we soared through the sky. "Wow, I've never seen anything like this..." I murmured, as I landed in front of the huge building. Soul helped Maka off the scythe and started walking away, but the blue-haired boy Maka called Black*Star was approaching us."Hey! Witch! I'm not done with you! You shouldn't have come here, because I, the great Black*Star, will kill you!" He shouted, as other kids appeared. I took note of everyone there and memorized their appearance.

The first I noticed was the long, black-haired girl with Black*Star. She was probably his weapon, I guessed. The next ones I noticed were a girl with short, pink hair and another girl with long black hair. Meister and weapon, most last ones I noticed were two girls, they looked like sisters, and a rich looking boy standing between them. The girls wore similar outfits, shirts that showed their stomaches and what I asumed were supposed to be cowgirl hats. Their pants were different sizes, though. Their friend wore mostly black and had three white stripes in his hair. City folk, so strange.

"Tsubaki!" Black*Star yelled, and the girl with him tramsformed into two scythes conneted by a chain. "Jackie, transform!" The pink haired girl said. Her friend turned into a lantern-like object. "Liz, Patty, transform!" The other boy said, and the girls turned into guns. "Please, I am not here to fight, so let me go in peace." I said."No way! Your a witch! You can't wander around so freely!" The pink-haired girl said. "Yeah! Tell her Kim!" Black*Star yelled. I sighed, if that's how they wanted to be, then I'd fight. "Very well, I'll fight for my freedom." The girl, Kim, attacked first. She had thrown her weapon in my direction and I barely avoided it.

I kicked off the ground in time to avoid being hit with Black*Star's scythes. Once in the air I found it easier to dodge their pitiful attacks, gliding through the air above as each attack wizzed harmlessly past. For some reason I felt stronger at the moment, adrenalen...maybe? I wasn't sure, but it was an oddly familiar feeling of super-human strenght and limitless power.

"Kidd! Now's your chance!" Kim said, snapping my attention to the boy with the guns. He shot at us, hitting my arm and the blade of my scythe. Itachi's wings disappeared and we fell to the ground. We crashed, sending Itachi skidding away from me as I flew the other stayed in her weapon form, as I had told her, so they wouldn't turn on her. I rolled out of the way as one of Black*Star's scythes came at me, and jumped to my feet. I hit Black*Star with an uppercut when he turned to face me. The suprised meister went flying and landed about ten feet away. Not the farthest I'd ever sent someone by hitting them, but still decent.

Kim tried to attack, but I kicked her weapon, meeting it in mid-air, so that it went back towards her. She was hit square in the chest and was knocked unconcious. Black*Star tried to attack again, but this time I was ready. I held my ground as the scythe swung my way and let it clip my good arm. As it went past, I caught the chain and pulled. Now Itachi always said I had a hard head, but I didn't think she meant literally. As Black*Star was pulled towards me, I headbutted him and heard his skull crack. He was sprawled on the ground, unconcious.

"Two down, one to go." I said under my breath, scanning the area for the other boy. "Don't move," someone said from behind me. I could feel a gun on the back of my head. "Why? So you can shoot me? Well-," I stopped mid-sentence and swung around to face him, punching him in his stomache so he'd move,"I don't think so."I ran at him, staying low to the ground, like a wolf hunting a deer. While he was stunned from the last attack, I leapt at him, kicking his chest. He hit the ground hard and dropped the guns. Now was my chance, I sat on his chest and held his head down.

"What's your name?" My usual question, of course. "Why should I tell you?"He demanded. "Tsk, tsk. Your a brat, a spoiled daddy's boy. Do you not realize that your life is in my hands? I could kill you right now." I said in a cool voice. "Kill me then, witch." He snapped. Being called a witch really bothered me. I'm not a witch, I know I'm not, but everyone treats me like one. I cried myself to sleep each night, because of it.

I must've started crying, because suddenly everything was blurred. The boy sighed," Why the hell are you crying witch?" That was it. I was sick of this. It was "witch" this and "witch" that day after day. I pulled my arm back and slapped the stupid I was angry, no, I was seriously PISSED.

"I'M NOT A WITCH! I'M NOT, I'M NOT, I'M NOT! I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE A SOUL THAT PEOPLE MISTAKE FOR A WITCH! I NEVER ASKED TO BE TREATED LIKE A CRIMINAL OR TO BE HUNTED LIKE AN ANIMAL!" I shrieked, hitting him over and over. He was bloody, I couldn't see it, but I could smell it.

"I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE MAGIC! I NEVER ASKED TO BE CHASED FROM MY HOME OR TO BE HATED BY MY MOTHER OR HAVE MY FRIENDS TURN AGAINST ME! I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT! I NEVER WANTED MY FATHER TO DIE, OR MY TEACHER! AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT FOR THAT!" Now I was shaking him, my hands around his neck, gripping tightly.

"GOD! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS LIFE? I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG! NEVER!" I could feel him trying to pry my hands off, but I only tightened my grip."I'VE NEVER HURT ANYONE WITHOUT REASON! NEVER BEFORE!" I could feel him gasping for air, his attempts to release my grip were getting weaker.

"WHY DOES GOD PUNISH ME? DOES HE PUNISH ME FOR LIVING? WHY WOULD HE? I DESERVE TO LIVE, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! DON'T I?"My nails dug into his pale skin, drawing blood. The bright, ruby red of the blood clashed with his pale coloration.

I could feel the boy, still struggling, before he went limp. His hands fell onto his chest as I removed my hands slowly. I...killed him? Checking his pulse, I was relieved there was one, but there were voices close to me. I felt a hand pull me away and was glad it was Itachi. She had summoned Kip and was leading me to him as a white-haired man in a lab coat and glasses came running out.

I noted the stitches on his body and the large screw in his head. Kip launched into the air as the man approached. "Running again, it's cowardly Itachi." I muttered. "Well your little fit of rage is what got his attention." She pointed out. I nodded, too tired to argue. "By the way, I think I found out something about your nameless victim." I looked at Itachi, curiously. She shook her head and said, "You almost killed Lord Death's son." "Itachi...I-I'm sorry." I muttered.