The vision started like it always does, I got light headed and Woozy. I fought against it; I didn't need this on top of everything else. I had an exam to take, why do the damn kishin always pick the wrong time to mess with me? My attempts to be rid of the vision were futile, it over took me and I was over whelmed with the sounds and smells. The vision was of a little boy, two blocks to the west. The kishin was hot on his trail. If someone didn't do something quick this boy wasn't going to live.

The vision stopped abruptly. When I came to I was gripping my desk and gasping for air. My classmates were all staring and leaning away to get as far away as possible. My teacher looked scared and worried, like she wasn't sure what to do. They never did. She hesitantly walked up to my desk.

"Ms. Albarn, do you need to go to the nurse's office?"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Nancy, but I think that would be best."

I put everything in my bag and quickly left. I could feel the little boy's soul getting weaker. The kishin was absorbing it. If I didn't hurry, I wouldn't make it in time. I ran out of the school and towards the boy's soul as fast as I could. I dodged the people walking and picked up my pace. The kishin and the boy were in the ally-way up ahead.

I ran into the ally-way to see the kishin taking the soul of the little boy. I wasn't about to let it consume that soul!

"Hey kishin! Your soul is mine!" I yelled and charged my soul wave length. The kishin left the boy and his soul and came after me. When it got close enough I hit him with my soul charge as hard as I could.

The kishin screamed in pain and disintegrated. All that was left behind was a red soul. I opened up my bag and pulled out a big jar. I put the kishin's soul inside with my collection of all the other kishin souls I have collected. After I put the jar away I walked up to the little boy. He was breathing and had regained some color in his face. I shook his shoulder, but the boy didn't move.

"Come on, please wake up."

I sat down beside him and synced my soul with his. I found his consciousness and pulled as hard as I could.

The boy sat up fast and looked around terrified, breaking our synced souls.

"Where is it! Where did it go!" He screamed.

"It's ok, it's gone." I told him gently.

"Who are you? What happened to the monster? Is it going to come back?" He asked hurriedly.

"My name is Maka Albarn. No the monster is not going to come back, it's dead."

"Dead? How? What happened?"

I sighed. So many questions that I didn't want to answer.

"Listen, all you need to worry about is getting home. Don't worry about the monster. It's not going to come back."

He looked uneasy but stopped asking questions.

"So, where do you live?" I asked shouldering my bag.

"Um, about four blocks from here." He said shuffling his feet.

"Four blocks? You were running away from that thing that long?"

"Yes." He sniffled.

I reached out for his hand. "Come on, I'll walk home with you."

He smiled up at me, "Thanks!"

We walked in silence for a while.

"Thanks for helping me earlier."

I looked down at the boy, "You're welcome."

He stopped walking and stuck out his hand, "My name is Ethan."

I took his hand and shook it, "Maka."

He looked frightened all of a sudden, "Maka Albarn?"

"Yeah?" Didn't I just tell him that?

That's when he looked in my eyes, daring to do what no one else ever does, except my Papa.

"Let go of me!" He yanked his hand away and took three big steps away from me. His soul was no longer peaceful and quiet, nope; it was now vibrating in fear and struggling to find an escape.

"You know what, never mind. I can get home by myself from here." Ethan said and took off running.

I sighed, put my hands in my pockets and started walking home.

Every time I try to help someone, this happens. They seem all grateful one minute then I tell my name and they freeze up. I'm the town freak. I have visions about monsters and my eyes scare everyone just because they're not normal. My eyes are a cold, icy, frost green color. The part that creeps people out most though is that I don't have that black circle in the middle of my eyes. People call me ghost girl because of it. But when I have a vision or I look at someone's soul, they show up. That's how people figured out whether or not I'm having a vision or looking at their souls. I've been having visions since I was three, and I have always been able to see souls. I just didn't know what they were till I got older. My Momma left when I started having visions. I thought I was the reason behind her leaving, but turns out she got fed up with Papa cheating all the time. Why she left me with Papa I will never know. He's not exactly the best father figure out there. He's usually drunk, has some skank clinging to him and is always looking for me to take care of him. Yet he tells me that he loves me and Momma the most. It's hard to believe that sometimes.

I got to my house and opened the door, only to be attacked by Papa.

"MAKA!" He yelled and bent down to cling to my leg.

"MAKA, MY SWEET ANGEL! HOW WAS SCHOOL TODAY MAKA? DO YOU NEED ANYTHING? YOU LOOK TIRED, MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE A NAP."

I grabbed one of my books, Maka Chop!

"School was fine Papa. I'm just going to go to my room and do homework. I said putting away my book and heading up the stairs.

Papa stood up and looked at me with a serious face. Uh oh.

"Maka, did you have another vision today?" He sounded concerned and upset at the same time.

Crap, how did he find out? I'm not bleeding anywhere. Did I get dirty? Are my cloths torn in places? I discreetly looked at myself in the mirror on the wall and didn't notice anything out of place.

"Your teacher called me today asking if you were alright. Apparently you never showed up to the nurse's office like you said you would." He explained, clearing up my confusion.

I decided to play innocent, "I don't know what you're talking about Papa."

"Maka! You know very well I don't want you going out there on your own to fight the kishin! What if you got hurt? No one would be able to help you without putting themselves in danger!"

"What do you want me to do Papa? Just ignore the fact that someone is in danger and could quite possibly die? It was a little boy this time! I wasn't about to just sit there and let him die!" I yelled agitated.

Papa's face filled with sympathy, "Of course I don't want you to let them die, but I don't want you going out there alone. You are too young to take on that kind of responsibility." He walked over to me and put his hands on my shaking shoulders. "From now on I want you to call me when you sense a kishin."

I looked at him, furry coursing through my body, "I don't always need your help Papa! I can do this on my own!" I shrugged out of his grasp, ran to my room and slammed the door.

How dare him! I'm not a little kid anymore! I've killed more kishin then he knows! I have 53 Kishin eggs now to be exact! Ugh!

I lied down on my bed and put my face in my pillows, swallowing the tears that threatened to escape. I sighed, just a few more years and I can get out of this forsaken place.

Without thinking I got up and went to my closet to change out of my school uniform, it was green and brown. Just downright ugly if you ask me.

I opened my closet and found that it was empty. Yup, that's right, empty. All that was inside was a shirt, a pair of jeans and my favorite hoody. Even those were piled on the floor. What the hell? I ran over to my dresser and opened all the drawers. Empty! All empty!

What is going on? I looked around my room and noticed for the first time that all my things were gone. My books, my cloths, all of my pictures of Momma, everything, just gone!

I heard the floor creak by my door. I whipped around and saw my Papa leaning against it.

"Papa," I said angrily, "Where is all of my stuff?" I swear this day could not get any worse.

"They're at your new school." He said matter of factly.

And there you have it, my day could get worse.

"I'm sorry, say that again. I don't think I heard you correctly."

"No, you heard right. They're at your new school. If you're going to keep fighting kishin, then this is the only way I can keep you safe."

I felt my whole world crashing into pieces. A new school, more like a new hell hole where new people get to shun me like they do here.

"Why do I need to go to a new school? I'm just fine here."

"Maka you are not fine! You don't think I can't see just how miserable you are? All you do is sit at home and do homework, study or read. And yeah, that's great and all, but Maka," he took a deep breath and sighed, "You need to have a bit of fun now and then to."

"And by uprooting me after 17 years of living here you think moving me to a different school will fix that? Are you freaken kidding me Papa?" There are no words to help describe how mad and confused I am right now.

Just as I was about to Maka chop my Papa to death, there was a honk in the driveway. I leaned over and looked out the window. There was a black and white car with a skull painted on the hood.

"Uh, Papa," I blinked in confusion, "What is that?"

"That's your ride."

I was too shocked and confused to be mad.

"My ride," I repeated, "And where exactly am I going?"

"I'm sending you to Death City, your Momma used to live and go to school there." Papa explained, ready to dodge the book I had grabbed out of my bag.

Death City? Did such a place even exist? Well according to my Papa it did.

"Where exactly am I supposed to stay when I get there?"

"I've already set up an apartment for you. All of your belongings are already there." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key hooked into a skull key chain.

"This is your apartment key." He explained, dangling it in-front of my face.

I grabbed the key from his hands. The car honked again reminding me of its existence.

"So, you're just going to send me away?" I was hoping for a yes.

"OH MAKA, OF COURSE NOT! I'M MOVING TO DEATH CITY TOO! I JUST THOUGHT YOU WOULD LIKE TO LIVE WITH YOUR CLASS-MATES AND NOT YOUR OLD MAN." He said completely happy with himself.

So…I'm…moving…in…with…people…my…age? AHHHHH!

"You know what Papa, I think th-…"

"You shouldn't keep the driver waiting angel!"

Papa started changing me out of my uniform and into my regular cloths.

Much to my embarrassment, I was too dumb founded to stop him.

"There! You look great angel!" He looked pleased with himself.

"Now let's get you in that car and off to Death City!"

"B-b-b-but I…"

"No buts Maka."

He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me behind him. He dragged me down the stairs, out the door and shoved me into the back seat of the car.

"I love you Maka! I'll see you in Death City!"

And with that he shut the door, the driver pulled out of the driveway and Papa was getting further and further away.

And that is the end of chapter one! Let me know what you think ^_^

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