"Crona, what are you waiting for?" Medusa's calm voice fills the silence of the room. Her hand is placed on her hip. "You have to do this, Crona."
"I..." Crona's voice shakes his head as he stares at his feet. His purple hair falling into his eyes. "I don't know how to deal with this."
"Yes you do, Crona. You have a choice to make so go a head a do it already." Medusa's cold glare is fixated to Crona making the boy squirm. "If you don't make the choice I will. I'll just kill the both of you." The snakes on Medusa's arm move slowly as she raises her hand into the air. "It will be so easy, I'll send my snakes down her throat and have you watch and they rip her up from the inside out."
"No." Crona takes a step forward. "That's my friend."
"You have a choice, Crona. You can either kill yourself or kill her." Medusa steps aside to relive a door. A smile laid across her face. "Do you remember this room? The dark room where you would be sent if you didn't obey. This will be the last time you ever have to go in there if you just do what I say."
"Just kill her, Crona. It's not like she is anything of importance," Ragnarok says while pounding on Crona's head with his little white fits. "The only good thing she does is make lots of food. We can get someone else to do that for us."
"I don't know how to deal with this."
"Yes you do." Medusa swings open the door to relieve a sight that makes Crona's heart stop and a pit form in his stomach.
"Maka!" Crona runs into the room to try and help the poor girl. Her hands and feet are tied and silver tape covers her mouth. His fingers shake as he tries to get a good grip on the tape, tearing it off in one swift movement.
"Crona!" Maka screams rips through the air. The pain that rests in her eyes. Crona wants to make it all end but then the voice that haunts him at night comes again from the doorway.
"Crona, don't be such a baby and kill her. She is of no use to anyone."
The words of Medusa stick to the inside of his head, like her words often do. No matter how much he tries to shake them off he can't help but feel like he must obey his mother. Crona's head turns to Maka. His face held a smile much too large. "Did you know that my blood is black?" Crona holds out one of his hands and Ragnarok changes his form into one of a sword.
"Crona, you need to snap out of this," Maka pleads. Tears are forming in her eyes.
"M-maka?" Crona's head spins. What is he supposed to do? He doesn't know how to deal with this. Madusa made the terms clear, it was either him or her. If he doesn't end one of their lives than they will both be killed. He wants to save Maka at all costs but he can't. He doesn't know what to do. Never in his life was he put up to killing someone he cared for like Maka. Crona's hand grips his forearm while he tilts his head to the side.
"Crona, it's okay. It will all be okay," Maka whispers.
"No it won't. I can't deal with this. I don't know how." Once again the boy's eyes find their way down to his black shoes.
"Kill someone now," Medusa demands. Crona's shoulder shake as his brain spins trying to find a way to overcome this situation.
"I do, I do know how to handle this." Crona lifts up his eyes to meet Maka's. "Forgive me."
"Crona, no!" Maka screeches as Crona lifts up the sword. She eyes slam shut, ready for the impact of the blade to meet her skin but never feels it. "No," she whispers while opening her eyes. Tears roll down her cheeks in steady waves. "No!"
Crona stands, the demon sword protruding out of his stomach. Blood steadily followed from the wound and Medusa's laugh enters Maka's ears. Crona glances down at Maka as he fell down to his knees, being with her for his very last time. "Please, Maka, forgive me."
