This started off as a drabble, but I had decided to keep writing on it. Criticism is highly welcomed, I'm a newbie at fanfiction (this is only my second story!). Hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.

Feet pounding on the uneven ground- Maka ran, dodging trees as she went. She knew she wouldn't get far, not with that dumbass behind her who apparently has a thing against silence. This 'mission' she took was just supposed to be a simple one, go with Mr. Altman to a party. Not the usual type of mission she was used to taking. Maka was more of a guns and knife person, not a 'Oh let me pour that tea for you, kind sir' person.

Maka was tempted to just leave the loud man after he tripped and she had to go back to help him up. "Get your ass into gear, Altman, do you want to get caught?" She had hissed, pushing him in front of her as she ran. This man would be the death of her.

Literally.

"There they are! Don't shoot! We need them alive!" Shit. Maka felt a tingling in her right shoulder, something she always got when something bad was going to happen. And she was pretty sure this is a pretty fucking bad situation. Maka sprinted ahead, her black gloved hand gripping Altman's tightly as she tugged him after her. She was getting payed to keep this stupid rich guy alive, and was not about to go down without a fight.

"Please... miss...slow down. I can't run this fast."

"Sucks. You want to get out alive?" She puffed, pushing herself faster. Alone, she would have been on a train home already.

"Y-yes." He was gasping now, his chubby face red and damp from sweat. Maka sneered at him, not caring that if he reported it she would be in trouble.

"Then shut up and run."

He glared at her, apparently not liking the attitude. Yup. Sooo getting reported. Maka would have sighed if she had the breath. She thought back to those black boots that she had wanted. Not getting those then. Gotta pay rent.

Maka's head snapped back as ran into a fist. She skidded to a stop, falling on her ass before rolling to the side, narrowly dodging a boot to the face. Shit, shit, shit. She chanted, pushing herself off the forest ground to launch herself at the man.

She pinned him down and punched him once- twice and he was out cold. Maka swung her head, stopping when she located Altman. He was being held by three men, all the big muscled type that it seemed to have the hired thug of choice look.

Maka grinned when one parted from the group to go after her. Settling into her fighting pose, she motioned him forward with two fingers. He apparently didn't like that, his face scrunching up with fury and he reached his arms to grab her neck. Rookie move, buddie boy.

She ducked underneath his arms, quickly head butting his chin. He cried out and stumbled back, blood running down his chin. Maka twisted her body and brought a leg up, round housing the man. Maka watched as he went down, feeling satisfied. Two down, two to go.

They two men looked at each other, nodding before punching Altman in the stomach. Maka winced as he went down, gasping as he clenched his ribs. Thats gonna count against me too...

"Come on boys, two against one?" Maka joked, her hip cocked as she watched them step over Altman. The separated, one on each of her sides. Maka sighed before readying herself. "Fine then, gentlemen's choice."

The one to her right suddenly relaxed, a smirk of his face. "M-miss!" Altman wheezed, his face alarmed.

Maka froze as the cold barrel was pressed against her head. Shit. "You forgot about me, Albarn." The voice who yelled from earlier whispered in her ear, causing shivers. He chuckled and ran his tongue over her ear. Maka clenched her fists, green eyes glaring at the darkness of the trees in front of her. This guy isn't going to be able to reproduce when I'm done with hi- Maka's internal ranting was cut short as a flash of white caught her attention. Eater.

"Well figuring that I've never met you..." She decided that she would play it safe, try and keep Mr. Creeper-Guy entertained until Eater could do something. There was another chuckle in her ear, and Maka forced herself to stand still as the gun to her head was gone. No doubt that its still ready to shoot.

"Did you seriously think I would allow you to get away? Really, Maka Albarn? Second rank in the Spartoi division? You may have not met me, but I'm positive you've heard about me." His last words sunk into Maka like poison. Her eyes widened as he stepped in front of her, his appearance fitting all of the reports she read. Black hair, check, red eyes with cat like pupils, check, big ass tattoo on his forehead, check, gross blueish tint to his skin, check.

Maka was trying not to panic as the man grinned. "Ahh, remembering, are we?" Shit. Maka pushed her panic away, eyes going hard as she made eye contact.

"Asura."