Heh, heh, heh...

Maka's breath came in short gasps as she launched herself towards the Kishin with yet another attack, her weapon blood causing her to sprout a lethal blade from her right arm. A large gash poured blood from somewhere on her head, the red liquid running down her face and into her left eye. Cuts and newly arisen bruises littered her body with such fierce intensity you would have thought she fell off of a cliff.

"Weak human," Asura's words rang out in her mind, causing her to fight even more violently. Maka kicked, she punched, she slashed with her blades, but to no avail. None of her attacks would work and she knew it, but she kept fighting. For Kid. For Black*Star. For Soul.

Soul.

The name triggered something in her thoughts, overtaking all the insults Asura had thrown at Maka during their battle, overtaking all the attacks she'd tried. Something about Soul just made that reaction arise when she thought of him. Asura had injured him. Nearly killed him. And Maka would not take that lying down.

"Die, damn you!" As soon as she yelled that, and took a swipe for the Kishin's neck with an even longer scythe blade sprouting from her arm, Maka knew she had made a mistake. While trying to decapitate the insane monster, she had failed to notice a small block of concrete of the many that littered the ground. She tripped, skidding on her knees on the hard ground and crashing into a stone wall, opening even more wounds on her scarred knees and arms.

Maka struggled to get back on her feet as Asura loomed over her. Oh my god, get back up Maka, you have to, you're gonna die if you don't, get back up, Maka willed herself. Asura grabbed her by the collar, and forced her down to lay on her back, then snatched her by the neck as he opened his mouth and let out the full force of his weapon. Maka let out a throat-ripping scream before the full blast crashed into her.

I've failed.

"...Is it over?" Crona's timid voice reached out as the crew stood, watching the black barrier fade from the battle scene. "I don't know," Azusa breathed, gazing in wonder at the disappearing wall. Spirit wiped his face with his hand again. Please, Maka...

"Hey, look, I think that's one of them n-" Marie's cheery and hopeful voice fell flat as they all watched a figure rise higher and higher into the air. A red burst of light crashed into the room, narrowly missing them all by half an inch. "Holy-!" The figure rose higher, and came closer towards the large hole in the brightly colored room. A deep, triumphant voice fell over the skies. "I've won."

Then there was Asura himself, holding an oddly shaped figure in his arms, wrapped in the bandages that he wore so strategically. "Your little plan has failed, Death," he smirked, his words directed at the torn figure before him. "I just thought that before my own plan succeeded, you'd all like to hear something, hm?" The bandages opened.

Never had anyone in the room heard a sound like this before, the hysterical, fear-filled scream that left the blonde's mouth at that moment, brought back to life by Asura's command for just a moment, so the men and women in the room could be torn apart by such a tortured cry. "Silence." Asura commanded, and the corpse went back to it's dead state.

"Maka!" another scream rang out this time, horrified, heartbroken and just as tortured. Spirit sank down to his knees, hands holding his hysterical face. My daughter. She's dead.

Dead.

So... uh, hi! My first soul eater fic, and I'm somewhat sorry to say that it's made up of the tears of Spirit. Yeah.

In case you hadn't realized, this showed the final battle between Asura and Maka, and it's a somewhat alternate ending. Maka ends up dying, and Asura brings her back to life to torture Spirit with her last moments. What inspired this? Nothing, actually. Just a bit of spare time on a Monday night. ~Maiden