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Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater but its on my Christmas list!

Prolouge (part 2)

My green orbs scanned over the scene unfolding before me. This was the busiest time year here in Death City. Merchants and artisans pilled in by the hundreds.

I pushed past people who only replied with a rude "watch where you are going!" I rolled my eyes. I needed out. Out of this town, out of this life. I was eventually pushed over by a man with huge muscles and was…blue?

I shook my head and watched the people passing by me. It was late and yet everyone was still out. The streets were dimly lit with candles. Walking at night was my favorite thing to do, now I would have to wait a full 2 months before the commotion would die down. It was quite interesting though, that all these people were out and yet not one paid attention of the other. They all resumed with their lives as if the others didn't even exist.

I shook my head once more in disappointment, my ashy blonde hair flying everywhere despite the fact that they were in pigtails. I carefully stood up again and smoothed my now wrinkled red plaid skirt. Keep going, I told myself, you're almost there.

Hurrying past the groups of people I finally found it. It was nothing but an old rundown store to an ordinary person, it was broken in nearly all ways possible, the red paint on the sign was nearly faded. I stood in awe, this was my sanctuary, this was al I had. The library…

I ran in like a giddy child on Christmas morning. I nearly scared the living daylights out of the librarian, (A/N: I thought he would be a smexy librarian, no;)?) "Oh, Maka, its just you" he said while putting a hand over his chest, quite frightened. I let out a small giggle and opened my mouth to ask if there were any new books but he beat me to it. "There is a new book over on the table" he said while pointing to an old three legged table.

I ran my fingers over the leather binding quite enchanted by it. The book was fairly large and would probably be a quick read. It was hard to tell by the dim light, but I could tell the title was etched in gold. "Fancy…" I whispered in awe. Without hesitation I went over to and checked the book out.

Mr. Justin's blue eyes locked with mine and he whispered "be careful, Maka" I gave him a confused look and assured him I would be fine. I held my new book close as I ried to maneuver through the crowd. I was nearly pushed to the ground several times, but thankfully someone was always there in front of me so I just bumped into them.

I stood in front of a shabby old house, dreading of what was on the other side. You see, my father is a lying,, cheating, pig! I was afraid I would find another prostitute on the other side. I sucked in the cold night air. I placed my hand on the cold metal handle. Just run, I thought, run straight into your room.

I thrust the door open and ran straight into my room. It turns out he did have a prostitute over so he didn't notice me come in. I sat on my old, broken bed with my book. It turns out that the title was written in gold. The Beauty and the Twisted Soul ,huh? I thought to myself. I opened the book only to be engulfed in a pure white light…

(A/N): 'Ello lovelies! Can you guess what's gonna happen next? Well I wanna hear it so review below!

P.S I really wanna thank all the people who followed and reviewed you guise are awesome!

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