Stop. Stop! Go away, please!
Maka's mind screamed as she ran down black cloaked abyss. She knew he was back there. Running after her. Maka panted, her vision blurring from running so long. Her speed started to deminish, the fear lagging her behind. Collapsing onto the hard ground, she just barely caught herself. Maka's lungs heaved for air that wouldn't come, sweat dripping off of her nose and landing into a puddle on the floor. She could hear it. The footsteps getting closer.
Why is this happening? What did I do?
The desperate girl thought in alarm. Another wave of anxiety flowing over her senses.
The steps stop. Maka's head shoots up from the ground. Dare she turn around? Dare she look at her killers face? She had to.
Slowly, she looked up at the boy. Soul stood, towering over her. A sharky grin plastered on to his sinister face.
This isn't Soul.
She tried to tell herself as she stared at the image in front of her. It can't be.
His eyes beamed red as he raised a scythe over his head, one that looked just like his. Maka could do nothing. She sat in fear, in torment. What was she to do? Run? Scream? Running would do no good, she had already tried that. Who was bound to hear her scream? No one. This had to be a dream. There was no way Soul, her Soul, would ever do this.
"Go away! Go away! Go away! You aren't Soul!"
As he swung, Maka winced and closed her eyes, preparing for the impact that never came.
"Maka! Maka! Come on, Maka!" She heard the familiar voice. The blonde headed girl gave a groan of annoyance as she was shook not so gently. Maka cracked one eye open to the scythe leaning over, a horrible worried expression on his face.
Soul had ahold of her shoulders as he hoised her up. Maka rubbed the sweat off,mainly to hide the tears that started to stream.
"Maka..." His voice made her hurt. How could I have belived that was him? Why do I keep having dreams like this? What does it mean?
"Look at me Maka-" Maka fell into his lap, avoiding his eyes. A few minutes of awkward silence fell the two as Maka waited for Soul to say something. The silence drew on, so she decided to end it.
"Just stay here for a little while, ok?" She tried to sound strong, she really did. But as her voice rang out, cracks and crevices were absolute. Soul leaned on the headboard, draping the blankets over both of them. The boy gave a sigh when he saw the 3:07 flashing red on the clock next to the bed. He looked down to his meister, who had made herself at home cuddling up him.
He chuckled, "Get some sleep. It was only a dream."