When Hunters Become the Hunted
Chapter 1: Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any Soul Eater characters.
She stood still, the snow nestling in her wind-blown hair. Blood slowly dripped from her hands. Someone was coming.
"Are you okay? That was pretty intense… Hey, you still have blood on your hands. You're going to get frostbite."
She didn't respond. They placed a cold, bloody hand on her shoulder. Hypocrite. The thin fabric of her long sleeved shirt did little to prevent the cold coming off of their hand from seeping through and reaching her skin.
"Hey… we're going to be okay. He's going to be okay, now, too. You know that, right?"
Once again she chose not to respond. How do you respond to a question for which the answer is unknown?
She asked more questions instead.
"Why is this happening? Why us?"
Soul removed his hand and sighed, grabbing her forearm and leading her back into the center of the small abandoned building.
"Come on, Maka. It's warmer where everyone else is." He knew it was a lie. The windows were all broken, but this little building was the only safe place for miles.
What are we going to do?
