An Arrow Through My Heart
(A compilation of MedusaxStein fics)
*Do not own Soul Eater, Just a huge fan...
*Love and hatred...Sanity and madness...All sides of the same coin. Those who dare blend one side with the other step into a state of mind that creates it's own comprehension of emotion life. A mad doctor who struggles for normality and a wicked serpent who pulls at inner malice like puppet strings. Sometimes it's okay to let go...
Ch 1: Screwed in My Head
He leaned back in his chair as he let out a sigh, a sigh disguising inner agony as boredom. The patchwork doctor ran his fingers back and forth as another wave of pain rushed through his head. These grievances were becoming more and more common; the pain he felt every day, trying to keep himself falling into a black pit where no light shines.
Every night he had nightmares and every day he was lucky if he could turn off the gruesome images in his head. But that wan't a problem, of course it wasn't! Nightmares mean nothing to a man who has spent most of his life living one.
Every nightmare is eventually vanquished by the light of reaching consciousness but in the nightmare of "life", there was no light at the end of the tunnel; but instead another darkness. It was a darkness that stood with a different shade, differing it from the world around him. This lone color of evil appeared to him in the form of a serpent, and like a serpent, slithered into his life to cause malice and sin.
"Medusa..." he murmured to himself. The word was like a puff of air that needed to escape his mouth. "Medusa". it pleased him to say her name at the same time it angered him. The name instantly brings to mind visions of blood, sweat, and madness that he must blind himself from. But a part of him didn't want to turn away. A part of him couldn't let her go, for whatever purposes.
"Yes, Doctor Stein...?" the words touched his ears softly in a way that he could even feel the smile they came from. He heard the voice but he could not find the owner. It's not as if he simply couldn't locate it, but more along the lines that he didn't want to turn around.
What would be the point? What is to let him know what is real anymore? Will he turn around and see that black clad serpent standing in front of him? Or has the voice come from nowhere? Either answer would lead to a result that he didn't want.
He thought maybe if he ignored his surroundings, whether a dream or reality, he could just turn of everything around him. But the serpent thoughts were like his, but hers were not so clouded. She would not allow herself to be ignored.
He pulled himself closer to the desk in front of him, laying his head down on the surface with his arms crossed in front of his face. Ignoring it is just the coward's way out, but in this case it was the way of someone who didn't have many options. He tried to hide himself from the surrounding madness around him but as he closed his eye, he felt the soft touch of her hand on his back. Her palms slid down the sides of his back and around to the front of his torso.
ignoring her was becoming impossible and this was not the first appearance of this specter in his home. Every night, she slithered into his home but was she really here? Was her presence genuine or was even she not aware of the visions he had of her. It could either be her silky elegant arms wrapping around him or the madness that surrounded him trying to break down any grasp of reality he had left.
He quickly reached for the screw in his head so that he may grind away all these thorns in his mind, but as his hand came towards to metal object in his skull, her own hand stopped his and kept it from ceasing his pain. He felt her gentle hand guide his away. He could feel her lips pressing softly against his neck, becoming harder and more aggressive as she trailed down to the rim of his collar bone.
This reality, it had to be, but that wasn't entirely a good thing. Now he Knew; knew that he was trapped in this little room with a venomous dragon. A beast that would tear away at him not physically, but mentally and emotionally.
She brought her face close to his and whispered into his ears: "Do you know why you're always so stressed?" her voice, he hated to admit, was almost like a gentle breeze of peace that had broken through a wall of flame against his face.
He did not respond to her words. If he were to respond then she wound have reason to stay; he would be inviting her in were she could swallow him whole. But the inside of his head was ablaze with mixed emotions: some wanting to pin her down and tear her apart, and some wanting to accept her into his life, to open the gates of his personal hell so that she may walk in and paint everything black and red, with blood and darkness.
He wanted to stand and send her away, maybe even kill her, but he knew he couldn't kill her. She may have been a witch but she was still so much more. For this was a creature that could not simply "die". "Death" did not even hold a place in her mind as something she was capable.
But even as he tried to lift himself, he found the world around him fading to black and his vision swirled into a cyclone of wild colors and thoughts. Before he knew it, everything had gone dark and his consciousness once again lost.
An unknown amount of time later...
The doctor's eyes slowly opened. It was still dark and he could not decipher where he was. He felt around for anything that could let him no what was happening or what "had" happened. He felt that he was underneath something soft and lying on top of so similar. He brought his head up and realized where he was, his vision slowly staring to cope with the darkness.
He felt himself lying in his own bed, disrobed and sweating. Two golden eyes then gleamed in the darkness, separating his vision from anything else. Those twin golden eyes with their black slit pupils, they were beautiful. As comprehension seeped back into his mind, those burning golden eyes were all he could focus on. They were the eyes of a monster, a devil in an angel's skin.
He reached out in attempt to touch whatever those eye may be attached to, it was as if a child had found something pure and new that fascinated it. As he reached out, the creature with eyes of flame in front of him reached out as well and grabbed his hand. It gently placed it against it's face, stroking it down it's cheek.
It continued to have him stroke the side of it's face until he was stuck in it's rhythm and he began stroking it on his own will. The creature smiled as he began to pet her hair, feeling it's softness. He eventually started to realize what had happened and ignored his shame knowing that what had happened could never be taken back.
He could only blame himself for falling into this temptation, for he had foreseen the evil serpent's intent from the beginning and he was drawn in like a moth to a flame. A flame... A flame is what perfectly described what he was constantly feeling. A FLAME of temptation, hatred, MADNESS, AND SANITY! AND EVEN THOUGH THE IMP IN FRONT OF HIM HAS CAUSED SO MUCH DESTRUCTION AND HORROR...he still could not imagine life without her. At this point, she was both his tourniquet and his damnation.
If he had drove himself away from her early on, then he would not have come to the point where he knows that life without her is nothing. What is he suppose to say? "I can't let her win"? "She must be stopped"? No...he knew that she had already won. And it TORE HIM UP on the inside to know that this woman had bested him. It's not that he was giving up, but rather that he had accepted what the end result of all this would be.
The demon in front of him rose from the bed, the sheets failing of her slender frame, revealing her magnificent body. she stood in front of him naked, still with that mocking smirk stitched to her face. as he looked up at her, she spoke. "It's because you try to hard..." she said with a smile.
The sentence that came from her mouth was the answer to the question she had asked him. It was as if she had crawled inside his mind a picked apart everything she would need to make him his.
The snake began to walk away, picking up her clothes from the floor as she approached the door that led into the light. As she walked away, he reached out for her, her being was simply a thing that he now must have, to see her go was UNBEARABLE! But she did not turn back and the last thing he heard before she opened the door blinding him with the light of the outside world was: "I love you..."
And she was gone...
Emotions of pain and torment rushed into his mind the instant the door had shut away the light along with her beauty. IT WAS MADDENING! Several thoughts entered his head as he shot up from his bed. Killing...Murder...Slicing...Tearing...without her at his side, he nearly lost all reason and humanity he had until he realized...She'll be back tomorrow...
That was enough to now that everything would be alright...
This fan fiction is a venting system I am going to use to write a MedusaxStein thing whenever I want. What i mean by that is: Every chapter will be a different story (still dealing with Stein and Medusa of course) but the stories will all flow on the same continuum. These stories really don't take place anywhere in the story of the anime or the manga. I probably will very rarely have anything happening in the actual soul eater world referenced while Stein and Medusa are doing what ever they are in the middle of. There will be some things included that HAVE to have reference to the events of the actual story, like Medusa will have arachne's body at some point. I might even have the stories not take place in order but still all part of the same continuity. For example; this story is after Medusa has been confirmed as evil, but I want to do one where she is still the nurse.