It was unusually quiet on the streets of Death City, Nevada. The moon laughed while dark red blood poured out of its mouth. City lights flickered and footsteps pattered on the hard concrete floor. A gang ran through the allies of the city as they tried to escape two kids.
"Damnit!" one of the gang members yelled, "They're too fast. How are we going to escape from them?"
"Hey, we're the strongest gang in the city! They're just two little kids! Kids are so easy to take the souls of!" the leader of the gang snapped, "Let's show those kids what we're made of!"
The rest of the gang nodded and they stopped in one of the darkest allies in the city. Within seconds, the two kids who were chasing them finally came.
"So, you decided to stop?" the 8 year old boy in the pair asked in an awkwardly kind voice.
"Wait, the last time you spoke to us, your voice was deeper and much more creepy." The leader of the gang pointed out.
"You sound like a child. For a gang leader, you sure are stupid." The boy sighed, shaking his head.
"Hey, do you even know who your talking to? We're the gang that beat all the other gangs in Death City!" the leader exclaimed while his gang members started laughing.
"Then you don't know either." The young boy said in a deep, creepy voice.
"What the�"
"You have taken something very important to me. Please give it back." He said in his cheery voice.
"What you mean this?" the guy laughed.
He held up a bracelet with a scythe, two guns in a formation of an 'x', and a chain scythe.
"No way, we're giving this to you. This bracelet must be fortune."
"Oh, fine, fine. I'll just do it the hard way. And anyway, my weapon and I didn't get our feast of fresh human souls."
"What are you talking about, pipsqueak?"
"Mmmm, all of your souls have pure hunger for power and brute force. Perfect for us. Transform for me."
"Alright, on it." The boy's weapon, a girl giggled.
She reach out for her meister's hand and turned into a scythe. Blood had already stained the silver blade and the gray handle had spots of blood and flesh.
"It had to end up like this, ne?" the weapon asked, her reflection showing on the blade.
"For refusing me, you shall pay your life!"
The boy slashed down and killed every single person in the gang.
Maka bolted up from her bed, screaming. Kid woke up the very same time. Maka and the others had been on a mission and the room in the hotel they were staying in had only two bedrooms. Shinigami thought it would be funny if the weapons shared one room and the meisters in the other. Maka thought it would be awkward with the fact that she's the only girl in her meister group.
"Well, Soul has to share a room with girls and have no guys around." Maka had said.
Soul rushed in their room when he heard Maka screaming. Kid was already by her side by then.
"Maka, what's wrong? I heard you screaming!" Soul said.
'Nothing, nothing at all. Just a bad dream." Maka mumbled.
"Are you sure?" Kid asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine." She mumbled again.
"If you're fine, then let's get going. We still have a mission to complete." Soul said.
Kid and Maka nodded and got ready.
This story was pre-written just to tell you.
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