FOREWORD, WARNINGS, DISCLAIMER

Hi Reader!

I'm here with my second story. Actually I wrote this one before the crossover on Bridge to Terabithia and the Chronicles of Narnia.

I'm still on the process of writing a crossover, I know, but I can't resist putting in what I've already done so far…

I might break my computer's hard drive, I might lose my flash drive, I might get discouraged to even continue the story… I'm just so paranoid.

That's why I wanted to start posting them here now to for myself to see if I'm being a good work in progress, and if I'm working hard enough.

I got school though, homeworks, paperworks here and there, but I think I can manage to have updates every now and then.

I've seen a lot of black blood stories here lately, and I think I might have similarities with others, I feel the urge to apologize for accidentally plagiarizing some ideas. Yes, this is about black blood, insanity, and Maka's way of dealing with it, or so until she gets an idea on what's really happening to her. I might also add a bit of gross content, though I 'm not really pertaining to any sort of mating processes. I meant blood, guts, disattached limbs… the list goes on, but I'll skip on anything sexually related. THIS IS A WARNING. In short, it's not suitable for those who have weak minds and hearts.

Oh yeah, just like all the other things strewn all over this site, the Soul Eater series is not under my ownership, just the extra ideas I put into this particular story. You can call the court and have me arrested; but do these first on those who have come before me.

Say what you want, I want to know what you thought, felt and saw wrong while reading about the events. Hate me, hate my story, I don't mind. Don't restrain yourself. I won't be angry. I love feedbacks.

So, with the further ado later, let's begin a tale that swerved into an alternate route: a darker one.

Enjoy!

THIS IS STRANGE

"Are you okay? What's with that weird look on your face? What's happening?"
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, stop this! The enemy's gone!"

"Please hold on, what's happening to you?"

"Tsubaki, Fey Blade mode!"

"Maka!"

She opened her eyes. The first thing that she saw was a redhead (with whom she had an impression of being one who womanized) holding her hand. She was feeling hot all over, and she felt the sweat on her forehead, indicating that she just had another nightmare.

"What's this? Where am I? What…. who are you?"

"Maka, calm down. It's your dad." A stitched up man with glasses in a lab coat was the one who spoke.

The redhead had a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. Where am I?"

The redhead turned his head in the direction of the blue haired boy lying next to him. "You're in the school dispensary now. You were badly injured, as well as Black Star over there."

She looked at the direction the labcoat man pointed. She saw a blue haired guy beside her, and an Asian girl seated beside him with bandage wrapped around her lower body, sleeping. They looked familiar, but her vision at that time was blurry and she can't seem to find their familiarity anywhere in her memory. And a certain person sprouted from her thoughts, but she couldn't quite recall "his" name. She got dizzier with thinking.

Then the man with glasses spoke again. "Would you mind telling us what happened in your extracurricular lesson in London?"

"What? What extracurricular lesson? What am I…" then her vision blackened.

The redhead panicked. "Maka!"

The glasses man put his hand over the redhead's shoulder. "Hey Spirit, calm down. She must have been exhausted with all that talking… and the screaming (she did scream before waking up), plus the nightmares beforehand. Let her have her rest."

Spirit looked over his shoulder. "I guess you're right Stein. And what's more, looking at her, she really is in a bad shape, after losing all that blood in whatever fight she had been in. I just can't stop worrying. You wouldn't know how a father worries do you? It's just like you scientists worrying about a test subject- "

"Okay, I get the point," interrupted Stein. "Indeed, she's lost a lot of blood. She needed more than rest for that. But that's all that we can give her now, after her body rejected the blood from you despite the fact that you're her father. I guess she really hated you that even her body wanted nothing from you."

Spirit glared at him. "Stein, this is not the time to joke around."

"Sorry. So she had to gradually regain the blood she lost, while recovering."

"I guess she won't be going to missions for a while, also not having her partner right now, being knocked out as well." Spirit flashed a dreamy look on his face. "And that actually means that I get to spend time with her more!"

"Oh, about that, Soul's in a bit of a condition himself."

"Ugh Damn that Soul! There he was, lying around like in the place we found the three. It's really peculiar, knowing that Soul was one that wouldn't leave her in such situations. And why did he let her bleed like that? I won't forgive him for that, I'm gonna punch him in face and make him fly out the window when he wakes up."

"If you'd be there when he gets to wake up anyway," Stein said. "And don't be too hard on him, he was just a kid like everyone else. Spirit, you yourself need some rest. Nygus and the other nurses could take care of them for the rest of the night. You wouldn't want her to see you like that when she woke up."

"I guess." Spirit answered with a yawn. "Thanks, Stein. I've been feeling like crap lately." At that, he stood up and went for the door, not even noticing the nurse that came in, when knowing him, he should be flirting with that nurse at that time. Too exhausted with not having rest for two days, and having too much worry on his daughter (remembering the time they saw her made him flinch) made him lose interest on getting attracted to anyone at that time. "Just call me when she wakes up again."

"Sure, rest well Spirit." Stein was left with his thoughts. If what he was thinking was right, the weapon and meister have not been in an ordinary situation. However, it was too early to be sure. He had to suspend his thoughts before telling anyone. It might be impossible, but he had to make sure anyway.

Black Star, as vivacious as he is, was still unconscious. It has been two days since the day they were found at the London Bridge. Looking at his weakened soul, it was evident that he had been using Tsubaki's Fey blade mode for a much longer time than he could handle: his soul got ruptured badly, but still whole. By this, he might not be able to use Tsubaki's Fey blade mode for a while, meaning he had to train a lot more later.

"Strength must really have had a price to pay."

But still, Maka looked a lot worse than Black Star, even if she was able to wake up earlier that him. Her waking up first wouldn't be good news either, considering the fact that she woke up screaming, as if from a bad dream (when indeed it was). In addition to the blood loss, her soul looked a lot different from when he last saw it. It was of distorted shape, and a few spikes appeared at the top, which was not there. Her soul became dull in color, that you would think that it has become yellow, instead of being originally a bright orange. Will she have a different personality by then? This he could only find out after she had awakened again, hopefully not from a nightmare.

What happened before he and Spirit arrived was still unknown.

"We cannot take this lightly."