"Where are we going Daddy?" a small boy looked out the window of his father's black audi from his carseat. They had been driving for over two hours but the boy refused to go to sleep. Outside the ground was covered in soft, glistening white stuff.
The boy pressed his chubby hand against the window, longing to feel the sparkly fluff. He was five years old and had never seen the outside world like his brother Wes had. His Father said it was for his safety, however it seemed Father was hiding something.
The boy's father was Samuel Evans, a gruff man with black hair sprinkled gray. He had a very short temper and was usually silent ever since his wife fell ill.
Finally the car stopped on a gravel road next to a playground and the boy wiggled anxiously in his cushioned car seat.
The Father stepped out of the drivers seat and unbuckled his son from the seat restraining him.
The boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, was this a dream? He hesitated before jumping out of the car and landing knee deep in the fluff.
He clutched it between his fists and watched it magically turn to liquid in his hot hands. He ran and played on the playground while his father leaned against the car, saying nothing.
About an hour later the boy was still playing. "Soul" his father called in a loud grunt.
Soul ran back to his Father in a hurry, he hugged the man's legs, "Thank you Daddy…for this…for everything. I love you!"
Samuel felt for the gun in his pocket.
Soul backed up a bit, looking at him with blood red eyes
"Do you love me too Daddy?"
Samuel shuddered when he saw the pointed teeth in the child's mouth. This child was dangerous, a disgrace, a freak. He slowly pulled the weapon from his pocket.
Soul was occupied with the snow, he didn't notice the lethal weapon being brought to his forehead.
No tears fell from Samuel's eyes when he put his finger on the trigger.
Nobody knew of the child besides him, his wife, and Wes. Nobody would know this small monster existed once he was exterminated.
Soul suddenly looked up and realized what was happening, "DADDY NO!" tears streamed down his rosy cheeks and his eyes flared with hurt.
"shut up!" Samuel scolded, he raised his hand to slap the boy, when suddenly pain shot through his arm.
Soul's arm had turned into a sharp death blade and raised it to his face to defend himself.
"AHH!" Samuel clutched his arm in pain while blood fell to the snow, stealing all innocence and purity, it was now a shade of scarlet.
"DADDY!" Soul ran to his Father's aid, his overalls were speckled with his Father's blood. "Daddy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Samuel glared at the toddler with pure hate as he stepped into the Audi and slammed the door shut.
Soul chased after him, banging on the thick black windows "Daddy no! Please!" Suddenly the window rolled down to reveal Samuel's face.
"Soul" the boy looked up at the man he loved and waited for him to return the feeling "Don't ever come home"
Soul's face fell as his Father drove away and he plopped down in the snow, tears trickling down and the snow whipped and stung his face like bullets.
"I love you Daddy" he whispered for nobody to hear.
The sun began to fall and a blanket of darkness consumed his small body. Soul curled into a small ball, nesting in the snow, holding onto warmth.
He waited to be taken to a better place, away from his harsh life, to be loved.
Soul dreamed that night, he didn't know if he was alive or if his life had been taken in the frosty wind, but he was happy.
It was in dimly lit, warm room with soft music his Mother used to play around the house in the background, Soul was wearing the same suit with stripes that he wore to his first recital.
There was a black and red checkered floor, red furniture, and a little red man. It was as if the whole room was the color of Soul's eyes.
In the middle of the room there was a beautiful, ebony piano like the one Soul had at home. The instrument was beautiful and shiny.
Soul walked to the piano and sat on the smooth bench. "Ahem" he cleared his throat at the little red man "any requests?"
The thing laughed harshly "play whatever is in your heart, the piano will give you power, yes, more power"
Soul shook his head at the odd creature and began to play. He started out with a slow and relaxing song that reminded him of his beautiful and kind Mother, he then moved on to a more upbeat song as he thought of Wes. Then the emotion hit him.
His innocence was far gone, Soul felt the foreign sensation pulse through his veins, he laughed and played with force.
He banged his hands on the keys as his blood pumped fast with his heartbeat. Dangerous and frightening music filled the air, the red man smiled revealing sharp teeth.
Soul held his breath as he fell further into the music, there was sweat welling up on his forehead, his emotions were open on display as he poured his heart and soul into the piano.
He squeezed his eyes shut and a thousand memories overwhelmed him. As he sunk deeper into the hatred, the better he felt.
Finally the song ended and Soul panted heavily gasping for air to fill his abused lungs.
He jumped when he felt something poking him but realized it was only the red man. The thing was now larger than Soul from feeding off his madness.
Soul cowered against the piano as the thing continued to poke him with a long crooked finger, when it stopped it said two words, "wake up"
Soul opened his eyes when he felt something prod at him sharply "hey…wake up" a high pitched voice called.
In front of him stood a small girl with large green eyes, she was bundled in a pink snowsuit and had blonde pigtails tied up with pink ribbons.
She held a crooked twig and was poking Soul with it consistently. "Are you dead?" She tilted her small head to one side and lifted the stick to poke him again when Soul decided to move.
He rolled over onto his back and gazed at the girl with a bored expression. Her cheeks turned red and she dropped the twig into the snow.
They sat there like that for a while before the girl decided to speak up, "I'm Maka" she held out her mitten covered hand and Soul looked at it curiously.
"Who are you?" she lowered her hand when she realized he wouldn't shake it back.
He sighed and lifted himself out of the fluff, he shook his head like a dog to remove the remaining snow from his hair.
"It's Christmas Eve" Maka continued "Why are you alone?"
Soul shrugged and began to walk away.
"No you don't! You're coming home with me!" Maka tugged on his hand and began to drag him towards her home.
"Let go!" The boy yelled, his arm turned to a blade as if on instinct
"Woah!" Maka let go, green eyes shimmering with happiness.
"I'm sorry!" Soul looked at her with a tear dripping down his cheek. "I didn't mean to! I can't control it!" he was desperate not to lose his new friend
Maka giggled at him, "Do it again!"
Soul looked at her curiously "…okk?"
He jumped into the air and turned into a sythe, Maka caught him as if by instinct.
"My mama was a sythe-meister" she grinned a delicate smile "It's in my blood"
She twirled him and performed tricks before finally laying him in the snow delicately. He transformed and grinned a shark-tooth smile. "I'm Soul"
Maka looked into the distance happily "Soul, you are my new best friend"
*Ten Years Later*
Maka tiptoed out of her room and into the hallway, careful not to make noise.
She was wearing her pajamas with bunnies all over them and her hair was in messy braided pigtails.
"CREEK" a floorboard loudly cried and Maka gasped, standing still, but heard nothing.
She carefully creeped into the kitchen and approached a gleaming, decorated tree in the corner of her apartment.
Beautifully wrapped presents rested under the tree. She shouldn't peak….Eh ya she should!
Maka sat down crosslegged and spotted a present Soul had gotten her.
It was wrapped in silver paper speckled with snow flakes and was tied with a velvet ribbon.
The sticker read "To: Tinytits From: The Coolest guy ever"
Maka huffed, it better be something good or Soul was going to get a dictionary to his head!
She lifted the box and shook it furiously, listening to the contents boumce around
"Watcha doin?" a voice calmly called from behind her
"EEP!" Maka spun around quickly to see her best friend Soul casually drinking chocolate milk.
"Well I-um see I wanted to-um-well-HEY! IS THAT THE LAST OF THE MILK?" Soul laughed as Maka angrily charged towards him.
"Gimme the milk!" Maka demanded
"No!" Soul laughed and spit in the cup
"EW! DIE SOUL!" Maka pounced on him and tackled the snowy-haired boy to the ground.
She got up and raised a dictionary
"AH!" Soul's eyes widened in terror
"MAKA-CHOP!"