Oh my goodness is Lexii reopening her Soul Eater Fanfiction? Yes she is! I've redone the entire story line. Fit with NEW CHARACTERS! Maybe, MAAYBEE, there will be Soul Eater Not! characters. I haven't started the manga yet but I plan to soon when school ends and by that time I should be up to the time when they come into the story line. So, I want you guys SIKED to read this. I've been watching a lot of British you tubers for... Research... of British slang since I tend to write in a lot of British characters. So Melanie will now seem British for sure. Then, I've sadly deleted Miya from this story until I think of a way to entrance her. Sorry guys! Well you can find out more of the changes in the Fanfic if you read!
Disclaimer: xXHalloweenxMightyXx in no way owns Soul Eater. She is not exploiting this story for any reason but the enjoyment of others. If she was, she would be exploiting it to mind control you-. . . I mean to make you happy. Yeah, to make you happy.
"What's happening Ma'?" Asked a little girl's voice. Shakily, the larger woman labeled as mom pressed her hand gently over the child's mouth and whispered some instructive words into her ear.
"Stay quiet honey. Things will be okay, when I say go I want you to run as fast as you can. Find a way to get to Nevada and get Lord Death's help." The American girl whispered. Her daughter had short brunette hair that cut off at her chin and a fringe that cut straight across, running just over her eyes. The mother's hair was just as the same, except the hair was longer and went underneath the shoulders.
"Ma', I'm scared. Why is daddy so angry?" The girl whispered quietly. The woman turned her daughter around so she faced herself.
"Daddy found something out that he wasn't meant to. He found some things out about you honey, your special things." The mother repeated. The daughter's eyes widened.
"Daddy hates me?" The little girl asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"No, Daddy hates your special things." The mother kissed her daughter's forehead, pushing her fringe back. "He loves you."
The mother looked up at the closet door, opening it the tiniest crack. She peered around the empty bedroom glistening in the low moonlight. Slowly, she hid back into the closet, closing the crack back up.
"I want you to run, you hear me. Never look back. I don't care if you get scared, run. Find someway across the ocean to Nevada. Lord Death will take you in." The mother hesitated for the slightest second, staring at the glowing hazel eyes of her daughter that were glazed over with small tears. "Go." She whispered.
The little girl quickly turned on her feet, opening the closet door and running. Her father's men tried to retrieve her but she sped away from their large hands. Luckily, this particular girl had a large portion of energy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to escape. The door, already being broken open, was easy to run out of. And as half the men (The other half having taken her mother already) chased her down the Mansion steps, the little girl jumped off the step, flipping into the trees and taking that as her way out.
The men had given up by now, the chase being a huge failure.
Melanie continued on her feet, jumping on the branches until she was finally off of her old lot. She flipped off the last branch, landing on the stone ground with her hands and flipping back to her feet.
Maybe Gymnastics were going to be of some help.
Melanie zipped up her sweater and looked around. "Bloody bonkers. I'm only ten and she thinks that I could get all the way from London to Nevada by myself." Melanie muttered to herself, changing from her more aloof self to the actual Melanie. That of a smart ten year-old. Independent and dignified. No cutesy talk or tears here.
Melanie checked her surroundings, mostly normal people, unknowing of the events beyond the rich gates of Burton Manor. Melanie pulled her hood up and continued walking, acting like another one of the crowd. Unimportant to society.
Her next checkpoint was London City Airport. Surely she could find someway to get into America there. If not then she would for sure check out the docks, either way she would definitely find a way out of England.
"C-change?" Melanie's eyes wandered as she stopped in front of the homeless citizen. An elderly man sitting on the ground outside of a liquor store.
"So you could spend your money on alcohol? Do you think I'm bloody stupid? I know exactly what kind of person you are, why you're here. Instead of just bloody sitting around, why don't you get up and find a job. Clean yourself up. Head over to a bus station and wash your face. Spend the money that sympathetic people give you in order to buy proper materials of grooming. That way you'll seem friendlier. From there you could possibly get more money and spend that on food materials, maybe even a motel if you're lucky enough. Good day sir." Melanie turned around with a small 'hmph' and walked off with her hands in her pockets.
The London streets were always just plain dangerous at a time of night like this, but nonetheless dangerous than her own home. No, not home anymore. House. Her old shelter, that's more like it. Now she needed to find shelter with a man she knew nothing more than a boss to her mother. Her mother, Emilia Burton, was a teacher at the DWMA. Emilia was just like Melanie herself, a weapon. They both transformed into guns.
Melanie shook off the thoughts of her mother. Emilia was long gone by now, most likely being interrogated or if she was lucky, dead.
"Excuse me, what's a young girl like you doing out so late?" A voice asked, snapping Melanie out of her daydreams. Melanie shook her head and looked up at the man standing in front of her, inspecting every aspect of him. Messy dark brown hair, green eyes, olive skin tone, lean frame. Couldn't be much more than 6 feet. Melanie blinked a couple times.
"I'm going to America." She said, surprising even herself. This man just looked so, trust able.
"America?" The man let out a chuckle. "A small girl like you, all alone?"
"Yes." Melanie muttered through clenched teeth. She rolled her eyes as the man lent down to eye level with her.
"Alright, I'll get you there. I don't want you getting hurt and all." The man smiled before his eyes widened for a second. "Sorry, I must seem like a complete pervert! M-my name is Alex. Oh gosh, I seem like a pedofile don't I?"
Melanie nodded with a straight face which quickly turned into a smirk.
"Don't worry mister Alex sir. My name is Melanie. I won't call the cops but I won't hesitate to shoot you if you do any weirdo stuff." Melanie said with a large smile.
"W-wait. A little girl like you doesn't have a gun, does she?" Alex asked with bulging eyes. He stepped back a bit staring at Melanie as she laughed.
"Actually, since you're taking me all the way to Nevada. I might as well tell you that yes I do have a gun. A pistol as a matter of fact." Melanie looked at her arm and wrist, studying it confidently.
"Y-you. You're one of those reapers aren't you?" Alex asked, also studying Melanie's arm. Melanie nodded.
"Actually, I'm not a reaper. I'm a weapon." Melanie stated matter of factly. The two began walking down as Alex began to ask fascinated questions. "Why are you so interested in this?" Melanie questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Well you see, I lived in America for a short while. I went to an academy, DWMA I think. A meister, I was a meister." Alex looked lost in his memories as his mouth spread into a smile.
"Did you have a weapon?" Melanie asked, pulling Alex from his thoughts.
"Yeah," Alex nodded. "Yeah I did. In fact, I married her. She's doing some things for Lord Death currently so I've just been wandering around my home country till she gets back." Melanie nodded slowly. "Nevada, so you're going to the DWMA?"
"Yep. I have to talk to Lord Death about a couple things. My mother is or... was." Melanie's eyes glazed over for a second. "A teacher there. She was a weapon just like me."
"Wait, was? You mean.. Oh man I'm so sorry, now I'll for sure get you to Nevada." Alex lent down to eye level again with Melanie.
"You mean, you doubted ever taking me there in the first place."
Alex's eyes widened as he began to deny ever thinking those thoughts. Melanie smiled.
Cute. This guy can't be older than 30 and he's already married. It must be someone that he really loves. Yet I can't get how she deals with him, he's like a shy 5 year old. Melanie thought, blinking at Alex.
"Man, how old are you Mel?" Alex asked as they were just up the block from the airport.
"10." Melanie said monotonously.
"Wow, just like my son!" Alex exclaimed, amazed. Melanie's eyes widened at the mention of him having a son.
"You, you could reproduce!?" Melanie jumped up, surprised.
"Is-is it that much of a surprise?!"
Melanie and Alex went on forth through to their adventure to Nevada. They took an airplane using Melanie's expert ninja moves and Alex's money. They told each other their history, Melanie finding out Alex went to school with her mother. Melanie also found out a little more about Alex's son like how he went to a boarding school.
Sooner or later, Melanie and Alex were in Nevada. They both stepped out of the airport and looked at each other with looks of understanding.
The end of their journey was now here.