My blood is black you know. Black and hard. I cry sometimes, but the lady doesn't care. My blood is black. Just like her soul.

"Crona. Come here."

My blood is black, but I still feel fear. Fear of Ragnarock, fear of the lady, fear of myself.

"Coming lady medusa. I'm coming." My blood is black, and my blood is strong. But I am weak, and frail, and mostly, alone. I don't know how to deal with all of it.

"Crona. You know about the Kishin. You know the plan. It's your turn to fight. I need you to kill. For me, Crona? Will you obey, or be punished?"

"I don't know how to deal with-"

"You'll go then. Your leaving at dawn."

My blood is black, but my conscience is blacker. The lady's, however, is darker than the devils himself.

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"Little boy! Little boy! Get outa here, it's a restricted section. Your not supposed to be here!"

I don't know where I'm supposed to be. I want to hide, but something in me wants to kill. That part of me belongs to the lady. In my mind, I fight back. In my actions, I am her puppet.

"The doors here only open one way. My blood is black, you know. I don't know you, or this place! I don't know how to deal with not knowing!"

("Kill them...")

The lady messages me from the sky. She whispers just for me, no one else. I am her child. I will obey.

"Oh... I can do that! Ragnarock..."

I call Ragnarock out of my blood. He flows into my hand, and transforms into the demon sword. I look the annoying and frightening peasant in the eye, almost apologizing. But not quite.

"Wait, no, please-"

"Scream resonance!" "AAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA"

Maka POV

"Gasp!"

"Maka! Maka, what is it?"

I turned to face soul. "I don't know. It feels like the soil of a weapon, and a Meister, but... No. It can't be. I'm just imagining stuff."

"Maka." Soul said, giving me the face. "What do you see. What is it with the stupid soul that's freaking you out so much. That's not cool."

I turned to face him. This wasn't right. This wasn't normal. This, this thing that my soul perception was picking up was like some sort on nightmare.

"I don't understand. It's like a Kishin egg, but... It's both a weapon and a Meister, in one. Two different souls. Almost contradicting, really. But in one body, fighting..."

"Let's go get lord death. He'll know how to deal with it. We, as uncool as it is, probably can't take this on yet. We're still newbies, and only one star Meisters. We don't want to mess up right off the bat."

Soul was right. If we messed up in our first year then... Who knows what would happen. We could be expelled, or someone would get mad, or-

"Maka. C'mon. Let's go."

Soul was right this time. The soul was interesting, and new, and I really wanted to try it out but... We weren't ready yet.

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