She grabbed the red hood on her back and flipped it over, so it rested on her tiny head. Her feet gracefully made their way over to the old wooden door, but stopped a few inches from it. She turned on her heels and ran her eyes over the man asleep on the blue striped couch. "Goodbye father." She mumbled before slipping out of the frail cabin.
She knew what she had to do: get the hell out of here. Everything was just spinning out of control in her life right now. Nothing was right. The man that seemed to sleep peacefully on the petite sofa, was not at all so when he was awake.
On good days, he would simply clutch a liquor bottle in one hand and his broken heart in the other, staring at the picture that hung on the wall. On bad days, he would scream and shout and blame the world for his misfortune, making Maka hide in her bedroom until he passed out from intoxication.
It was his fault, no one else's. If he hadn't have cheated on the women in the picture he constantly watched, God knows how many times, she would still be here. She'd be in the kitchen now, making chicken and dumplings and humming a soft tune, like she always did on Saturday nights.
Men were pathetic.
But, she had to admit, even though she extremely disliked her father, she loved him. At least he didn't leave her, like her mother. At least he didn't travel the world, putting his ambitions above his daughters, like her mother did.
Women were selfish.
Sighing, she grabbed her bike, and in one swift motion positioned herself on the seat. She lifted her head and set her eyes on the dirt road before her. This was really happening.
'No turning back now, Maka' Her mind told her as she began peddling. She didn't know where she was going, she just knew she had to leave. Her eyes darted around frantically once she entered the luminous green forest. She didn't know what was out here, she didn't know what to expect.
It felt like she had been riding for hours (which she probably had) before she finally decided that her legs needed a rest. Once she spotted a small suitable cave, she stopped peddling, and propped her bike on the rock wall outside the small opening, and grabbing the bag from the basket.
She carelessly entered it, not even bothering to keep quiet, and slumped on the hard ground. Her body ached, she was tired, she was cold, she didn't care. Her arms lifted the worn-out bag, and searched for the small box of matches.
Once she found the item, she looked around the cave for dead leaves. She slowly carried her body to pick up the dead matter, and once she had enough, set them ablaze.
God she was tired. She pulled out the torn sleeping bag from her satchel and spread it on the ground. Her body found itself in the middle of the bag, and for once she was calm, still greatly depressed about her life, but all the same, calm.
Her eyelids drooped over her emerald orbs, sleep slowly caressing her fragile mind. She was so tired . . So tired . . .so . . . tired.
Her eyes shot open, as fear swarmed her tiny frame.
She wasn't alone in this cave.
She sat up, and her head spun towards the direction that she sensed the soul, only to be greeted by green eyes, and a huff of warm air.
"Look what we have here." The childish male voice snorted, "Fresh meat."
Maka froze, what was this thing? It had a soul but it wasn't human. It was . . .?
"What's going on Black*Star?" A more mature voice said from behind the male.
"I think I found some dinner." The childish voice said coming into view. Now she could tell what it was.
It was a wolf. A wolf with a soul. It's fur was an astonishing sky blue color, that matched his eyes, while a silver streak ran down the middle of his back, continuing on to the end of his tail. His large claws were pitch black and they seemed like they could rip a steel block in half.
The matured voice came into eyesight also. He was the same, a wolf with a soul. His fur was as black as night, with three white stripes that cut along the left side of his body. His eyes were as gold as, well, gold.
His claws were white, but shorter than the ones the wolf named Black*Star had.
"Mhmmm," The black one said, "She looks tender. Liz, Patty, Tsubaki, Soul," He called with a sly grin "Meal time."
Four more wolves appeared from the dark part of the cave, making Maka gasp in surprise. Two of the wolves were a caramel brown color, and both had deep blue eyes. They would have looked exactly alike, if it had not been that one was smaller than the other. They were female, it was easy to spot which gender the wolves were.
Another, had beautiful, dark brown fur. Her claws elegantly thudded against the cold stone floor, and they were a surprising indigo color that echoed into her eyes.
It was the fourth wolf that Maka marveled at though. His dazzling snow-white fur swished with his agile steps, as his claws were silent and charming. His eyes, though. They reminded her a lot of hers. They were filled with sorrow and despair, but the emotions were well hidden beneath a wall of crimson red color. He stared at Maka, in confusion, almost like he didn't understand her.
"Well, little girl, aren't you going to beg for your life, like all the others? You know you want to." Black*Star grinned, almost like he was mocking her, as the whole pack started to encircle her.
Maka let her eyes bore into the white wolves, while replying, "No." She simply stated.
The blue beast stopped in his tracks and looked at her in curiosity. "Why? It's no fun if you don't!"
The blonde tore her gaze away from the albino creature and let it rest on Black*Star.
"Something's just aren't worth begging for." She meant every word she had spoken. She was depressed, lonely, and unloved. It didn't matter to her if her life ended right then and there.
The milky wolves eyebrows raised in surprise. She wasn't like the others . . .
The blue beasts' lips curled back into an evil smile before he gradually advanced on her.
Man, she was so sleepy. She softly laid her head back on the sleeping bag and closed her forest green eyes, and she slowly awaited eternal sleep to wash over her.
She heard the thudding of claws against the rocky floor, that was followed by an Ooof! and then everything was silent. But no pain found itself in her body.
She partially opened her tired eyes and saw before her the white wolf standing over her in a protective manner and lips parted in a terrifying snarl. She glanced at the rest of the pack and saw their faces fill with shock, as they starred at the blue heap of fur on the ground. Black*Star. What was going on?
Her eyes started to slip closed again as unconsciousness swept over her body. But before she could fall into its dark embrace she heard the white beast growl at his companions.
"Don't touch her."
A/N : I know guys this chapter was WAY too short :/ But if you guys like this story, then I'll make the chapters longer and update a lot! J
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