Soul's POV
"Hiya Maka and Soul! How's it goin'?" Lord Death asked cheerfully.
Maka giggled a little bit and said "I've been good today. But you said you had a mission for us?"
The shinigami chuckled and said, "Of course! How on earth could I have forgotten?"
Pulling out a piece of paper, he gave us our assignment. Apparently, a kishin is running around killing people again. According to Lord Death, this kishin is dangerous because there is no known record of its abilities.
"Therefore, I advise you guys to be extra careful!" the shinigami finished.
Maka and I nodded, each understanding our assignment. We were just leaving when I saw Spirit storming towards us. "Hey you!" he called to me. I sighed and shook my head. 'Do we really have to do this now?' I wondered. Spirit stormed over to me and started to get in my face. "You better not let anything happen to my Maka! Or else I'll-"
"REAPER CHOP!" Lord Death yelled and then reaper chopped Spirit across the room. "Don't mind him! You kids have fun on your mission!" And with that, Lord Death closed the Death Room's door.
"Okay, Soul. Let's find that kishin." Maka said. I nodded my agreement, said a simple "Sure.", and we were off.
It really didn't take long for us to find the kishin or rather the kishin to find us. We hadn't gotten very far from the Death Room when Maka sensed someone was watching us. Without my meister needing to say so, I turned myself into a scythe. Maka took a fighting stance and, sure enough, our kishin appeared in front of us. There was just one thing.
Our kishin wasn't a kishin at all.
It was a witch.
"That's why Lord Death has no records on our kishin! Our kishin is really a witch!" I said to Maka.
She nodded and said "Now we really have to be on our guard."
The witch smiled evily at us and said "Oh look! A meister and her weapon. I suppose you want my soul, huh? Well, sweetie..." Before she finished her sentence though, she disappeared!
"W-What the heck?!" Maka yelped. Then, Maka froze. "...you won't be able to stop me!"
The witch then muttered what I assumed was a spell and her arms transformed into swords. She started slashing at us so fast her movements were a blur. Finally, she kicked Maka's arm and my meister dropped me to the ground. The witch then kicked Maka again, this time so she fell to the ground. "Poor little sweetie. It is not you I want!" she said, laughing maniacally. Then, she charged at me, blades drawn, and I returned to my human form.
I felt my heart race and fear taking hold of my mind. As she swung at me, I dodged her attacks as best I could but still ended up getting hit. The witch kicked me hard in the chest and knocked me to the ground. I landed on my back and felt the air leave my body. I turned onto my side and struggled to remember how to breathe. I froze when I heard the clacking of heels against pavement. I hesitantly looked up and saw the witch looking down on me.
"Aw, the poor wittle weapon is getting scared!" She leaned down next to me until her mouth was near my ear and whispered "But soon, you will have bigger problems to deal with." The witch rose to her feet again, turned me over onto my back, and raised one of her blades.
My eyes widened and everything started going in slow motion. The blade started to go down and, before I could even react, I felt pain shoot across my chest. I screamed so loudly that I could barely hear Maka waking up from her unconsciousness. I kept screaming in agony until my voice got hoarse.
The witch smirked and a golden mist started to surround her. "This is farewell, Soul. Forever." she said as the mist completely covered her and she disappeared.
The pain still had not died down and I could hear Maka running towards me. "Soul! Soul, are you alright?" she asked when she reached me.
"Hurts," was all I could say because my voice was still hoarse.
My friend nodded and gasped when she finally noticed the wound on my chest. "Oh my God. Soul, hold on! It'll be okay. Just don't go to sleep, okay? Can you do that until you see a doctor?"
I tried to nod but I was distracted by the dark spots clouding my vision.
"Soul? Please hold on!"
I felt myself being lifted up and soon we started moving. The pain hadn't ceased and tears were starting to well up in my eyes. 'So uncool.' I thought. We continued moving and my eyes were starting to droop closed as well as my vision getting completely blocked by darkness.
"Soul!"
Maka was the last thing I heard before I was plunged into darkness.
