LunaC: ello ever'body! I finally got this prologue AND the first chapter finished! Yay! *parties*

LG: finally T-T

LunaC: for those who have read my previous stories, yes it does contain my previous OC's. for those who haven't, no you don't have to read those stories to understand this story. I hope that you enjoy this story!

LG: she doesn't own Soul Eater, cause if she did that show/manga would be so messed up

LunaC: please review! Souls:reviews::weapons:authors!

LG: review so that she feels appreciated and I don't have to listen to her mope about how she's a worthless noob! Or I'll eat you :E

All this started in Russia. The Russian Shibusen Base. Large, surrounded by snow, and filled with agents. Today just happened to be the first day on the job for a batch of guards. They were being lead down to one of the lower levels of the base, the guards from the previous shift passing as they did. They finally reached the end of the dimly lit hall. Large iron doors held shut with chains, locks, and iron bars. The guards were ordered by their commnder to not let a single thing pass their sight, to call when anything suspicious happened. When the commander left, the newbies all sat on the ground, pulling out cards and beer bottles. They've already heard it all from the older guards. Nothing ever happens on this shift. Nothing ever happens behind the door. Nothing was ever suspicious. It was the easiest job in the world.

One of the smaller, yet solemn, guards stood his place, ignoring his partners as they teased him and coaxed him into playing. He wouldn't after what he heard about an hour before, right before their commander left.

"Sir?" he had asked. "What exactly is kept in here?"

"Something that will kill us all if it's let out." The guard took this seriously, unlike the others. If they had, well, this story wouldn't be able to be told, now would it?

A small rattling of chains was heard behind the doors. The majority of the group payed no attention. Until the sound of breaking chain links and creaking of metal splitting rang against their ears.

They jumped to attention, grabbing the guns at their sides as they stared in horror. Chains dragged across the floor towards the door, the guards stared in fear, not knowing how to react. Whatever was in there was moving.

In the six years that the monster had been held in there, it never moved.

Then they saw as the metal door began to bubble. Then from bubble to drip. From drip to completely melt.

The guards stepped back, except for the one who was on guard the whole time, as an opening large enough to fit one of them was formed. The lone guard stood bravely, ready to face the monster.

He unfortunately never got a chance to fight it.

Fire in the shape of an arrow pierced through his heart. Killed him instantly, yet left his body to burn on the cold, concrete ground. The other guards screamed in panic and tried to run away, but soon me he same fate. At least twenty dead bodies lay on the ground. At least twenty cerulean souls floated above them.

A low chuckle came from the opening in the door, slowly progressing into a maniacal laughter. Then the monster slinked out of the cell, chains dragging behind him. Surprisingly, he was a young adult of about eighteen, possibly nineteen. His red hair was quite long, almost past his elbows, ragged and knotty. His golden eyes were filled with a sadistic glee. The prison uniform, white with grey stripes, was dirt covered and torn, baggy and limp on his thin, lanky form. His feet were bare, and around his hands specks of fire danced. Iron cuffs were on both wrists, chains hanging from them.

He grabbed one of the souls, swallowing it whole. "Heheh, it must have been a long time! I've forgotten how good these were!" He picked up his next, tossing it in the air a bit before devouring it. "Reminds me of when mom would bring me them." He made an innocent, childlike giggle as he grabbed his next soul. "And the one time she let me kill all by myself." He swallowed that one quickly. "Those were the days." His smile quickly turned into a grimace. "But...they killed mom..."

Footsteps of guards pounded against the floor. He looked up to see them surrounding the entrance to the hall, guns pointed at him.

"Prisoner FK-01, stand down," one of them ordered. The prisoner only glared before a smirk graced his lips.

"I don't think that name fits me anymore. I'm no longer a prisoner." He stepped forward, the fire on his hands slowly crawling up his arms, burning intensely. "You're to call me by my actual name now."

"FK-01, I repeat, stand down!"

"I thought I told you, it's Felix."

"FK-01-!" The commander was stopped by a dart of fire through his heart. The guards began to shoot at Felix, the bullets hitting his skin but barely left anything but small scratches.

Felix let out an angry roar, a tornado of fire surrounding him. It soon grew bigger, filling the room. The scared, tortured screams of the guards fused together with the roars of the fire made a melody that caused a joyful laughter from Felix. As the flames died down, Felix chuckled at the sight of all the blue souls twinkling around in the darkness over the corpses.

"I'll fill Shibusen just like this," he laughed before finishing his meal. By the time the next round of guards sent came down, they only found the corpses and a large hole in the ceiling. All the souls were gone. "Some one contact Lord Death. We have another possible Kishin on our hands," the commander of that squad ordered.