"There she is!" Yelled a soldier-looking adult. Maka lazily turned her head towards the mob of angry people. As they approached her, the teenage girl twisted her body so it was fully facing them. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot in a steady beat. When the group stood in front of her, Maka put on a menacing glare.
The opponents stood there; exchanging looks. Without another word, the leader of the bunch of citizens raised his head in authority.
"You are told to come back to the set." He strictly commanded.
The unamused actress stopped tapping her heel and began her debate.
"Why does he request me? I don't see a reason as to how the director would need a useless worker like me," She looked at her watch and rolled her eyes. Sighing in impatience, she started towards the opposite direction. "I'll be leaving now. If you'll excuse me -"
"No!" Yelled a woman from behind. Maka froze in her tracks and side-glanced her.
"This doesn't make sense. Why does he send out a load of human beings to come find me? I am merely one person." She smirked.
Some people stepped back and whispered to one another.
"Are you saying you aren't human?" Shouted a man.
"I didn't say that," Maka responded coldly. "If you wish to take me back, then go ahead. But I warn you: touch me and you're dead."
Some women were overtaken by fear and ran off. The rest of the adults sucked up their anxiety and refused to give up.
"I-I don't know why your boss ordered all of us to come get you, but I think I have an idea." A person said nervously.
"What thought do you have in mind?"
"You...are a demon."
The breezy wind hushed everyone and the clock struck 12 in the afternoon. A bell dismissed everybody indoors. The only people left out in the open were the mob and Maka. She raised her hand up to her forehead and slapped it.
Soon, she began to laugh insanely.
Men scrambled out of the scene due to uncertainty; only three people were left.
Maka's laughter came to a stop. "Tell me, mister, what makes you think I am a demon?" Soon her face took on a serious one. Her bangs covered her eyes with a black shadow, hiding it from others to see.
The man straightened his back and coughed before he spoke. "You seem like a dangerous girl—this is only an assumption, though. I mean no harm, I'm only here to bring you back to the set."
"Is that all the proof you have?"
"Y-Yes."
"So, you're assuming that I am a demon just because I look like a 'dangerous girl'," She quoted with her fingers. One of her brows was arched and the expression on her face showed that she was ready for an argument; she felt as if she could battle this guy easily. "My, that's a lame excuse. Tell me, what's the real reason behind your supposition?" She tilted her head slightly and eyed him.
He shivered and hesitated to say: "I have no further proof. I'm sorry."
"Do you love being correct?"
"...Excuse me?"
"Do you like being right?" Maka said in a deadpan manner as she lowered her chin. The man took some time to think about his answer before settling on nodding his head. "Well then, this time, you are somewhat accurate in your surmise. I am not a full demon, but am getting there." She gave off a grin, causing the man to widen his eyes because of fright.
"Run!" He yelled to his companions. Just after they took three quick steps away from Maka, they got sliced in half. A massive heap of blood splattered on the sidewalk.
Maka chuckled as she stared mindlessly at her bloody, transformed blade for a hand. "Whoa," She said drowsily, eyes getting sleepy. "What happened to my hand?" Soon, she fainted and collapsed on the cold ground.
"W...Where am I?" Maka questioned as she held her head on her cold hand, sitting up on a seat. She glanced in every direction carefully, getting some sense back. After she fully regained her self back, she stood up and looked out the window of the airplane she was riding on. "Why am I here? Wait - dammit!" Maka pounded her fist on the glass. "I must have passed out again after I killed those men. How the hell did I even do that without having the least bit of knowledge on what I was doing? Ugh, I hate it when people piss me off. If only they knew what would happen to them before they get slaughtered."
That word is like snakes escaping her mouth—slaughtered. Especially when she's the one who does the action; whether it's with her bare hands or a weapon of some sort. It's disturbing at times, but it's what Maka does. She can't stop herself sometimes; she can't hold back. Why? Because of a broken heart she has. The only way for it to repair is by a specific person coming back in her life and forgiving her. He disappeared one day after something Maka did; from there, the bad habit she had got worse. He didn't care, though. Why else would he leave her to become a monster?
"I have to get out of this damn plane before it crashes." Maka said. What a negative comment. It's not like the plane was really going to go down; her mind is just filled with terrible thoughts. Whenever she's alone, or comfortable enough in front of people, she will be herself; which is a girl who obviously seems like she has issues and needs to see a counselor.
Maka walked through the arc of an open door and stepped into the control room. She looked out the huge window in front of her and saw that the plane was landing. The people in front didn't suspect her behind them. Maka didn't say a word then turned around. She found the door, broke the handle, and jumped out of the slightly moving jet. Not remembering the heels on her feet, a tiny piece chipped, causing her to stumble and twist on the road. She sat up then furrowed her brows, realizing the pain occurring in her foot. She didn't feel like seeing a bent bone, so she stole a quick glance at the bottom of her dress then looked up at the clouds.
My ankle is twisted...
A second later, a women approached Maka with a gurney.
"Young lady! Are you alright?" The adult helped Maka up on one foot. She flinched and shut an eye. Suddenly, another person lifted Maka and set her on the gurney. The two people pushed it and put it on the ambulance. The doors closed and the same woman held Maka's hand. "You'll be - your hand is really cold!" She said. Maka grimaced and retracted her hand.
Did she seriously just comment on the temperature of my hand?
"Young lady, are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you. Here, allow me to get you a heater." She left to get the object. Maka still lied there, glancing around her surrounding.
I can't escape...that woman is getting me something to warm myself. That's nice of her. Maybe I'll put on my fake personality.
"Thank you so much," Maka showed gratitude as she got the heater, making the woman smile. "You brought just what I needed. If you don't mind me asking, how exactly did you know I was outside the airplane landing?"
"You forgot to close the door," The adult chuckled. "Why did you jump off? Your injury could have been a lot worse if the plane was at a higher altitude."
As Maka sighed, she formed an answer. "I was anxious to get off. I'm afraid of heights."
"I understand, just please don't do that again; nobody wants you to get hurt."
Maka almost blurted, "You're wrong. Someone would pay to see me get injured." But she didn't. She kept that to herself. Instead Maka asked, "Are we at the hospital yet?"
The movement of the truck stopped, answering Maka's question. People opened the doors and took Maka inside the building. Once they got to the room, they set Maka on the hospital bed and gave her a cup of water. She grabbed it and gulped it down. Once she finished and set it on the table, a doctor entered the room and pulled a curtain to block other passerby's from watching; he closed the door as well.
"What is your name?" The doctor asked as he pulled on gloves.
"Maka Albarn."
The doctor softly touched her ankle and inspected it. Maka flinched and clenched her dress. The adult let her foot go and opened the curtains, revealing an x-ray machine. He put a heavy piece of cloth around her foot then took an x-ray of her ankle. He removed the cloth and hid the machine with the curtain.
"You're going to need a cast."
Maka's eyes widened. "That's it? No surgery or crutches?"
"No. Just rest for about two weeks and your ankle should be cured."
"Wait, where will I stay?"
"Do you not live here?"
"...Where exactly are we?"
The man chuckled. "In Italy. Did you hit your head, too?" He joked.
Maka growled and glared at him. "No, I did not. I just forgot about my schedule. Which reminds me, I have to call my agent and tell her about the delay."
"You work?" The doctor asked, surprised. "You look young."
"I'm seventeen and an actress." She replied in a blunt voice.
The man's eyes widened. "I didn't know that—I apologize." He looked down in shame. Maka waved him off. The doctor began placing the cast around Maka's ankle. Once he finished, he helped her on her feet and told a worker to drive her to a nearby hotel. They checked into a fancy one, due to Maka's demand. After she arrived at her room, the employee called someone on their phone. After the conversation, the worker explained to Maka that someone would come in and help her, then the worker left.
"Now I'm left here, waiting for someone to take care of me," Maka sighed, weakly throwing her heels to the wall. She adjusted herself on the large bed and lied down. She made a call to her agent and informed her about the delay. Afterwards, Maka attempted to stand up by herself. She only made it two steps forward before falling. She faced the ceiling and grunted. "Well, that failed. This proves that I can't walk alone."
Ten minutes later, the door opened, then closed. Maka sat up and whipped her head to see who had come. Her brows twitched at the sight of the person not too far from her. She recognized the boy putting his backpack on the ground. When he turned around in her direction, it seemed like he recognized her too. Their eyes locked for a moment before he rolled his eyes and looked away. Maka clenched her fists and felt her head heating up.
"Soul." She said as if to inform that it was his name.
He side-glanced her and gave her a disgusted look. "Maka," He called back. "What the hell are you doing on the floor?"
"I was testing out the cast on my ankle. Would you help me up?" The way she asked, sounded forced. Soul reluctantly walked to her and offered a hand. She took it and stood up. "Thank you."
"You're heavy."
"Shut up," She spat as she sat on the bed. Soul raised a brow then shook it off. He sat on the opposite side of the bed; his and Maka's backs faced each other. "Do you mind buying me clothes?"
"What?"
"You heard me, I asked if you could purchase clothes. I don't have any extra at this moment."
Soul stayed silent for a bit before answering, "What exactly do you need?"
"A few nightgowns and some pairs of clothes."
Soul didn't respond. Instead, he got up, opened the door, then walked out and slammed it shut.
A/N: So far, Maka is some sort of psycho-not-yet-demon that kills humans because of her mental pain. She only kills people when they make her mad, sad, annoyed, etc. Soul is that 'specific person', but the story will tell you again in the next chapter.