*My name is Autumn, this is my first "fan fiction" it plays off of "Soul Eater" but it is all mine. I do reference the manga/anime.

Reach out and touch faith, says the song I listen too. But, why should I-the one that seems too have bad things happen too her every time she lets her guard down, reach out and touch faith? Just yesterday it was my parent's who were burned up in a fire. How the hell could one find faith after that? But, today the weirdest thing happened. A man calling himself "Death" called on me at my home, requesting me too come too his "castle in a far away place" too train. I had asked of course what I would be coming and training for. He said I would become a Handler, one who takes a person who turns into a Weapon and train them too become one with them self. I laughed in his face, and told him I had watched "Soul Eater" there was no way people who turned into weapons were real.

He showed me other wise. He let go of the scythe that he had been holding, it floated there for a moment and suddenly turned into a man. A man, might I add, who looked shockingly like my daddy. The tall dark man shot me a smile and bowed deeply too me. "You my dear, are going too be a special asset too the Academy." the man who had previously been a scythe murmured. If I was special too something then that would be a miracle. I pinched my arm and felt nothing. Just another dream, I sighed opening my eyes. I had fallen asleep on the couch, yet again. Going too bed in an actual bed would require me walking past their room. I wasn't up for that just yet.

There was yet another knock on the door, it never seemed too stop anymore. Everyone was worried and wanted too make sure I was eating right. None of the food they had given me was being eaten though. I was just going too waste. I got up and slightly limped too the door, cursing my foot for falling asleep. I opened the door to some kid dressed in all black, his eyes were a bright purple, and the grin on his face was almost terrifying. I was greeted with, "My names Zak." he said it like I should already know that was his name, and that all he was doing was humoring me with telling me it out loud. "I've come too pick you up." he added pushing his way into my house. "Master Death wishes too see you." he mumbled as he walked around the house. "Have you not packed? No matter, he will just buy you new things." he grabbed my arm and whipped me off too a place that wasn't even on maps.

Master Death was waiting in the conference room, as I called it. The kids there called it the Death Room. "Ah, there you are." both men from my dream greeted. "How was your trip? Hopefully Zak wasn't too hard on you." the scythe guy grinned. You could tell they were related, him and Zak. Father and son, I thought looking back and forth from each of them. "Now," Death whispered. "How is it that we didn't know of you until just yesterday when your parent's were killed?" he added looking at me with a questioning stare. I was supposed too know?