R.I.P Prologue
My eyes were heavy and my heart raced. My hands were numb and my breathing was very rapid. I was lying on the floor I think, my life flashing before my eyes. I saw a blur of white above me and felt several drops of water on my cheeks. "S... So... Soul" I choked out, looking up at the white blur above me.
A firm hand grabbed mine, assuring me that Soul was present. My wound was bleeding dark crimson as I looked up at my weapon. "Stay awake, Maka" the white haired teenager told me, his voice stained with regret and sadness.
I remembered how I received the wound but it's a bit blurry. The witch soul we needed belonged to a woman named Othia; she specialized in fire and duplication spells. She had made herself appear in a circle around me then used fire and a white silver blade. The witch got away after she had given me third degree burns and ripped through my chest and stomach.
Before, I knew it I couldn't breathe anymore, and the white blur was starting to disappear above me. I knew this was the end but I can't believe we failed. I just hope... that he finds a new meister...
"S... Soul..." I whispered, my voice hoarse and barely loud enough to hear. "Hold on Maka, Stein is on his way" he yelled, fear and sadness in his tone. My hand touched something warm and smooth with water dripping from above. I then realized that my hands was pressed up against his cheek. "...Soul... goo...good...goodbye..." I whispered and my world became darkness and all I could hear was my name, a yell of pure and utter horror and sorrow. It was his voice, his voice, his voice yelling my name, Soul's voice...