We thought it was just going to be another boring mission. Same goal, same easy kill.

Only it wasn't.

The day started out like it always does, with new cities and new places. Today the job was in El Paso, Texas. There wasn't anything special about the city, but the inhabitants looked like they love it there. We spotted the kishan about a mile from the city.

His name is John Doe. There was only mutilated flesh where a face should have been. No skin remained, no eyes, just exposed muscle. What ever had been there before was now unrecognizable.

"Your soul has become a kishan egg, we will be taking it," Maka gave it the run down on its 'rights'.

"Can I just start eating?" Maybe if I wasn't so impatient it would be different.

"Fine, I'll make it quick."

It charged at us, all of them do this, in hope of winning. Blood has an unusual effect on me, like a high. Maybe that's why I have sharp teeth, my weird lust for blood. I have always liked the way it felt to slice a target, I don't know if it's the blood or maybe the thrill, I just always have.

Maka made her move to slice him and take his soul, but there was no target. The kishan was faster than we thought. Maka spun around, searching and unfortunately finding.

"Hello, children," a woman called to us, "Are you trying to hurt my pet?" A tall, boney lady stepped from the shadows. She was dressed in a puffy blue gown with hat shaped like a lightning bolt.

"We're here for its soul, please step aside."

"Oh no, I can't let you do that," the woman's voice was sweet. Too sweet, it made me want to barf.

"Why not, it is out of you hands."

"Oh, but it is always in my hands," the woman smirked, "Soul Protect."

It was like static filled the air; the vibrations entered me and reaped havoc on my insides. I felt blood burst from my nose and mouth and leak from my blade.

"Soul!"

"I'm fine; I think the vibrations are coming from that witch."

"What should we do," she asked me. I know she does not want me to get hurt, but as a weapon, it is me duty to die and live for my meister.

"Take out the witch, quickly!"

"Okay, let's do this."

There was nothing around for cover. There was just some brown clumps of grass. Dust whirled around us as we assessed the situation. Even Maka would have a hard time figuring this out, if it was even possible.

"What do you think about soul resonance?" Her worried gaze said we had to do this in one shot.

"Let's do it."

"SOUL RESONANCE!" We yelled in unison. "WITCH HUNTER!"

"Oh, you're young to have master that move," the witch smirked, "I'll just have to make you suffer more."

The air around her started to turn gray and static like. It flew at us, Maka blocked with me, but again I was filled with the same vibrations as before. But instead of it hurting me from the inside, it placed small cuts all over my body. The blood leaked out and stained Maka's gloves in red.

Maka watched as the witch recharged her static bombs. She thought about escape routes, but there were none. They were cornered in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to hide. She only had one choice and that was to…

"Soul, I can't let you get hurt again," her beautiful green eyes fill with tears a split second before she threw me away.

"Maka," I yelled as I flew through the air and landed several meters away.

Helpless to intervene, I watched as my meister was sliced across her chest. Blood drained so fast not even Stein, if he had been there, would have been able to stop the bleeding. The life slowly left her eyes, my light was gone and I was alone. This is my regret, my pain and my story.

Like I said, we thought it was going to be easy.

Only it wasn't…

I up dated the chapter and made it better. I think it's better. What do you think? Please reveiw. :3