Author's Notes: This is a story is more or less for my own entertainment. I'll be honest, I'm really into character development, so it may take months to update this thing. Please bare with me. I'd also like to note, that I am not really a writer. I'm an artist. SO... I fail epically with spelling and grammar. Please forgive my mistakes and enjoy the story!The original Soul Eater Characters are © Atsushi Okubo. All other characters are apart of Guillotine © Li Kurama.

EDIT: So I got rid of a lot of the mistakes. I'm going back and correcting it to the best of my ability so it is more understandable. I'm delighted with everyone who is excited to read more and I'm sorry I've been MIA. New update coming soon! - 11/22/2011

Madness' Insanity

Prologue- The change

Soundless, empty, and void of sight she stood a little over five feet three inches. Her only sensations left in her body were touch and scent. Unfortunately, being human based, she couldn't smell anything more than the soft wet dirt and the copper stench of blood. The rain from earlier had numbed her arms, hands, and legs, but her feet, caked and buried in the mud, could feel the tremors and vibrations of the approaching assailant.

So far this girl had managed to remove six of the seven attackers with no other senses other than the vibrations. However, these people weren't the Witch. These flunkies were easy enough to deal with, and the girl had little trouble discarding them.

Yet, her body was shaky and unstable. After being hit by the Witch with her Soul Force, her senses had scrambled. Her body's ability to cope with pain had increased and her sensitivity to movement had more than doubled, but… her insides were pounding, disrupted, and some of them torn. She was on her last legs.

Heedless of the pain she had inflicted, Cercí (the witch) twirled in a circle. Not only had she gotten rid of the useless scum she claimed as henchmen she had three beautiful Souls hanging in the air. Once more, they were a rare kind of Soul: Media.

"All the little boys are down for the count." the Witch grinned twirling a lock of vibrant pink hair around her finger, "I can't imagine how difficult this would have been if this wasn't a surprise attack." She pouted slightly letting her lip protrude out and her blue eyes to sparkle a little. Then regaining a more regal expression, she looked a the senseless Medium, "I can't afford for you to be alive." She frowned, "What on earth will I do once my attack wears off and you discover the loss of your little friends?" And with a wicked grin, the witch lunged at the child.

The young girl with her stark white hair opened her mouth and said, "Thick, slick, and red… dribbling down my head." She touched the top of her head and appeared to be examined the crimson substance that had encased her hand. 'I still can't hear anything, but I know the stickiness of this. It's definitely…' She sank to her knees feeling dizzy, just as her adversary soared over her, 'Blood.'

Cercí skidded to a stop, behind the girl, "I would have thought that clever, Medium." She proclaimed, and then let her feet touch the ground as she turned around, "But without the ability to sense me and my attacks through the air, you can't tell I'm here."

'She's behind me now. I must have just missed being hit.' The girl could have cried, but was in too much shock to cry. 'But if she's targeting me… where are the guys?' Then as if reason and thought were too much to bear she let her spine more-or-less flop over, hunching herself into a ball.

She knew she needed to defend herself, but didn't have any will power. She couldn't hear anything; there wasn't any way to sense her comrades and whether or not Cercí really had eaten their souls. Her senses tingled as she felt the approachingfootsteps with her bare feet.

The Witch seized the young girl around the throat tightened her grip, "You know, you are the hardest damn Medium to get rid of." the desperate croaks and chokes were ignored as her hands tightened further, "If I hadn't distorted you with another dose of the virus after I injected you with my Soul Force, I might never have gotten to eat the other members of your team." The Witch giggled, "Their souls were delicious."

Choking hurt, but what hurt more was the sensation of being drowned by a strange and familiar enemy. The young girl shivered and shrugged to remove herself from the sensation, but to no avail. Her body was begging for air.

Then the girl stopped moving, "Out so soon?" the cooed the pink haired witch slackening her grip.

The movement was smooth and swift. A bare foot collided with the Witch's face toppling her over into the tree four feet behind her, "What the hell?" demanded Cerci full of hot indignation. But, her anger disappeared with a devilish laughter.

The young woman with her white hair twisted herself into a standing position. Slowly she pulled her head and shoulders back. The once violet eyes were wide and a strange ring of orange outlined the pupil. The grin was all that of a madman and her mannerism had changed into a sugar high killer.

"Hee heee ha ha ha!" her laughter unnerved the older woman, "Wat's the matter?" asked the girl.

Instantly on guard the Witch ground her feet into the dark earth. In this moment, Cercí knew that something had happened to force the Soul Force to become irrelevant. She could feel the sudden stagger and sway of light, color, and reality. A strange shiver went through her body and she was suddenly aware of the stench of decaying corpses.

The white haired girl sauntered forward. Each step was drunken, but delicately taken. The injuries the body had, were completely irrelevant. However, it didn't change the fact that the blood was pouring out of the injuries. "I like where the worms are." Rambled the maniac, "I think you'll like them very much too, Circí."

The witch felt slightly sick, "How do you know my name?" she demanded, "I cut off your senses before I introduced myself." Suddenly something clasped her tightly, "What the hell!" she demanded again and looked down. To her amazement, from the earth dark green colored vines bound her legs and quickly strapped her arms to her side.

"Hee hee! I think the pumpkins wanna show you around." Giggled the girl.

Circí glowered at the girl, but smirked, "Fine by me, but I'll come back. I won't be dead." She grinned, "None of your physical techniques will kill me, little Medium!" she proclaimed, 'and her blood loss will kill her before she'll have a chance to get rid of me.'

"LOLLY!" screamed a voice shattering Cercí's perception of the warped reality.

The girl's grin became wider and she extended her hand behind her. Someone in the darkness reached out and grabbed her hand. In a blinding flash of white light, the person turned into scythe. She drew the weapon back, allowing the laughing moon to reflect in the metal, "Lets cut you down to size!"

'It can't be… She's not a Meister! How can she be the one who altered my vision?' Circí screamed and the scythe came down and sliced her in two.

At that moment, the extra dose of the virus became accepted into the girl's genetic pattern. It was evened out in the bloodstream and spread through the body, stabilizing its owner. Lolly, the white haired girl, felt her mind snapped back to reality. Violet eyes watched the blood and gore spill and splatter all over the ground. Some of the blood smacked her in the face. Lolly jerked her hand up to shield her face and dropped the weapon on the ground.

In another flash of white, the weapon resumed its former human form. His brisk black hair and gray eyes could see the pain in his friend's face. He reached out his bandaged hands and grabbed her firmly just below the shoulders, "Lolly?" he whispered in a resolved voice.

She choked out a sob then screamed. Whatever was left inside her must have been thrown out to the world. In that instant all the pain that had been shoved to the back of her mind was brought out into full view. Her organs were falling out of her body, stopped only by her stained, shredded shirt she had tucked in. If not for the belt for the too large pants the bleeding may have become even worse.

The realization and loss of her comrades was pounding in her. She now felt the loss of their life and could clearly see the illuminated orbs hanging suspended in the air. It was an overwhelming weight that hit too fast, too suddenly.

The Weapon felt the warm tears hit his hands and Lolly felt him flinch.

"Damn it all!" she finally managed to yell out hoarsely, and then in a raspy whisper croaked, "What happened? How did this… how could this-" and that was where she always woke up.

Lolly was familiar with the fear of that past mission. She blinked several times, trying to figure out why there was so much noise around her. A scent of smoke and blood hung in the air. A strange pressure was in her chest, and Lolly shook her head a few times trying to clear her head. Her poor eyesight finally stabilized and she then recognized the blurred shape of Lord Death.

A painful feeling began spreading up from her arm and she swallowed hard. Determined to at least be polite while she faced execution she went to lift up her hand. Her mind only registered the shock wave of pain that shot through her body, and as she saw the blurred shape of her hand several meters away.