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Chapter 1: The Cry for Help
The wind blew softly against her cheek. The cold flakes fell from the sky and perched themselves upon her head and nestled themselves in-between the strands of her blonde hair. Her small body shivered. She rubbed her bruised arms with her bloodied hands and sighed. She looked down at her body and took in the sight of her skinny legs. Cuts everywhere, bruises too. Oh, Lord Death how she wished it would stop.
Soul and Maka had been going out for nearly a year now. He didn't even realize his partner was beginning to draw away. She threw away all her uniform outfits and began wearing punk style clothing. She traded in pop music for electro and punk-rock. She gave up all her girly ways, but that still didn't deteriorate her from her bookworm tendencies.
Things were starting to get horrific after the battle with the Kishin Asura. Soul came home drunk most of the time and then abused Maka until she either passed out or was close to death. And the only time Soul wouldn't abuse Maka was when he was drunk and cheating. It's not like she wants to stay. She is forced.
Today, which is a Monday, she was kicked out of the house in nothing but a bra and panty. It was snowing and there was no where she could go. She didn't want to burden her friends. Maka, being the person she was, wouldn't dare ask her friends. If Soul found out, she'd have hell to pay.
"Alright you whore, you can come inside and please me." Soul swayed back and forth, holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey in his hand. Standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers. "You comin' or not!?" He snapped.
"Yessir..." She muttered under her breath. Maka silently walked inside and sat her petite frame on the king sized bed that only Soul slept in. Maka was confined to the comfort of the cardboard box in the corner. He slammed the door shut and locked it behind hem
"You gonna take off your clothes, or what?" Soul wobbled over to Maka and ripped her bra in half and tore at her panties. "You look terrible." He chuckled.
"I'm sorry, sir..." Maka trembled.
Souls eyes were full with hunger and lust. His body was sculpted perfectly, and his chest would make any girl squeal. Maka had been that way at one time, until Soul began his abuse. Her love for him was no longer glistening in her eyes, and was no longer flowing through her blood. She had only death in her eyes, she was dead inside and no one knew it.
"Slut, do your job." He ordered in a slurred voice. Maka hesitated and started to back away, eyeing the door. "I said, DO YOUR JOB!" Soul's voice rattled the windows and made Maka freeze. Soul's patience went out the window as he grabbed Maka's hair and slammed her against the wall. Maka finally caved, and did as she was told.
"Yessir..." She spoke the softest she could, got on her knees, and did as she was told. On the floor, by the wall where she was thrown, was a small golden picture frame with the only photo existing of Maka and Soul's relationship - and it was completely destroyed.
And if you listened close enough at night, you could hear her tortured screams.
The next day Maka showed up at school with new bruises and an awkward limp. Tsubaki was the first to notice, but she didn't say anything about it. Soul came up to Maka in-between classes and slammed her head against the locker. Maka put her hand up to the back of her head to feel the now worsened bruise from the night before.
Soul grabbed her hand and yanked it away from her head. "What do you think you're doing?" He spat at her with such venom in her voice, she started to shake.
"Nothing.. S-Sir, I jus-just... It-" Maka was cut off when he shook her.
"Spit it out, whore."
"It hurt..." Soul's face turned from superiority to anger, but in-between the two there was a flash of caring. But not for long as he slapped her across the face causing all the bystanders to stop and silently watch.
"Stop whining" He said, grabbing her by the ear and dragging her away from the D.W.M.A.
"Please... Please... Let me go!" Maka pleaded all the way back to their house.
"Just because you say 'please' doesn't mean I'll release you. You have to learn your place as a woman. As my woman." Soul grabbed her by the neck and brought her close to him, squeezing tight enough to leave a bruise. "Don't ever beg like that to me. It pisses me off."
"Yessir..." Maka choked out before he let her fall to her knees on the sidewalk.
Maka stayed silent for a few minutes before looking at herself and wondering what she should do...
Then it hit her - Enough is enough.
The following morning, Maka decided to ask Kid for help. She crawled out of bed silently before Soul woke up. She put on black shorts and tucked in a white tank top. Over that she wore a black high-low shirt. She put on black low cut socks and converse and headed out the door silently. She ran to the school, frantically looking for help.
She searched everywhere, looking in every classroom, asking students. She finally made her way to the library. She finally found him. He was sitting there in his usual outfit.
"K-Kid?" She walked up behind him and gently poked him on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"
Kid turned around and gave her a heart warming smile. Maka melted and began stuttering. "I need help."
"Sure, Maka. Anything." Kid turned his body so that she was facing him.
"It's just... you're my best friend... but now that Tsubaki and BlackStar are together... I don't want to burden them... Not that I want to burden you, but..." Maka was cut off when Kid spoke.
"I understand. I'd feel the same way. I'm here for you. What's on your mind?" Kid looked at her with caring eyes. After what seemed like forever Maka lifted her long sleeves up and showed him her arms. Kid put his hands over his mouth and began to cry. He stood up and stared at her, composing himself. He took his hands away from his mouth and gently stroked her arms. He grabbed her shoulders gently and pulled her to him. He held her silently while she cried into his jacket.
"Save me..." Maka whispered.
"What is this?!" Soul spat. He stormed up to them and pushed Kid aside to gain access to Maka. "I asked you a question."
"I.. Uh.." Maka stuttered horribly. Sweat was running down her cheek. She was running out of time.
"You were... What?" Soul grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm upwards.
There was a loud crack, and then a deafening scream. Soul threw her down and Maka cradled her dislocated shoulder.
"You bastard." Kid muttered. Soul had completely forgotten about Kid in the room.
"You have nothing to do with this." Soul pushed Kid away again.
Kid and Soul were equal when it came to the physical sense. Soul poked Kid's shoulder in the most threatening way.
"Don't ever touch my girl again."
"You have no right to call yourself a man!" Kid spoke sharply, not wavering, not moving, not taking his eyes of of Soul.
"Hah! And I suppose you do?" Soul leaned back and laughed a little before grabbing Maka's dislocated arm and began dragging her out. Kid ran up to Soul and punched him in the face.
"You're not taking her." Kid wrapped himself protectively around Maka's trembling body. Soul looked at him and Maka and his eyes flickered with the fire of jealousy. He turned his arms into scythe blades and charged at Kid.
"Don't ever touch my girl again." Soul repeated. Kid jumped in the air with Maka in his arms. He placed her on a table in the far corner.
"Stay here, Maka." Kid stroked her hair and walked off to fight Soul.
"Kid..." She spoke softly. She watched with worried eyes from across the room.
"I will not allow you to touch her again." Suddenly his eyes narrowed and an angry aura started seeping out of his skin.
"Hah! Well, how are you supposed to fight me when you don't have a weapon?" Soul stepped forward slowly.
"I don't need one." Kid raced up to Soul and landed a deadly punch.
Soul swung his blades with confidence, but he realized he was nothing without Maka.
Kid saw flaws in his pattern and took advantage of it. Soul swung outwards which left his solar plexus vulnerable.
"Gotcha." Kid landed a lethal kick to his solar plexus sending him flying across the room. Kid stood up straight and breathed out a sigh. He turned around and started walking towards Maka. Maka's eyes widened. "KID!" She got up from her table knowing he wouldn't be able to dodge it in time. She kicked Kid to the ground and blocked him with her body. She transformed her good arm into a scythe and blocked Soul's attack.
"How- and that fast?" Soul looked at Maka with surprise. He transformed back to normal and slapped her across the face. "Don't you ever defy me again."
Maka was silent. She just stared at him with dead eyes. She slowly turned around and kneeled to help Kid up.
"Why you bitch..." Soul transformed back and slashed at Maka's back.
"Maka!" Kid yelled, catching her falling form.
"She gets what she deserves. Let's go." He grabbed Maka's hair and dragged her out of the library. Kid ran after them but lost them in the crowd.
"FUCK!" He screamed. He ran to his father's office. He ran down the corridors into the open space. He looked around frantically, hoping there'd be some sign of him. "FATHER!" He yelled out.
But there was no answer.
So this was my first fanfic. Please review, it would mean the world to me:) Thanks for reading.
Should I continue?
