A/N:: I don't own Soul Eater. Now that that's out of the way, many thanks to Draco Oblivion for a review as well as favoriting, it means a lot :D This chapter is shorter, but only because I really wanted the chapter to end on a certain note. Enjoy!

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Chapter Two

New Reflections
Part Two

Obviously irritated that something had come in between his meal (which, in case you didn't know, was me), the 'overly-excessive-leaking-of-body-fluids' creature bared its deranged teeth and stepped off toward my protector. Or at least who I hoped was my protector. As of right now, I would think of him as my savior, but who knows? Maybe he just wanted to eat me too. In fact, maybe this place was all about eating each other?

Luckily, I was able to sweep that thought out of my head by realizing how ill-constructed a society would be if that were the case. Hopefully, he was just a well meaning guy who happened to have knives for hands… Right. We'd see how that played out after this showdown finished up. Which, by the way, I had every intention of watching, because I had never truly witnessed one before. Obviously, I wasn't counting things I'd seen on television, because none of those could really compare to the sounds and vibes that you got from a fight that happened right in front of you. So, despite my shaking body as adrenaline dissipitated from my system, I forced myself to stand and watch the battle with open eyes. You never know what you might learn, after all.

The creature was already making the first move, and he was proving to be quite reckless. His only weapon was only a large kitchen knife, after all, but then again, maybe he knew something my protector didn't. Leaping with surprising strength and speed, the creature's form seemed to mimic those of some rabid monkey, with his right arm and leg behind him, while his left arm and leg were up in front, ready to strike down on the guy before me.

Luckily, my protector wasn't so stupid as to wait for the creature to come down slashing. Effortlessly stepping forward, so that he was now behind the deformed figure's expected landing place, he waited for it to be two feet above the ground before making a stab at his back. In theory, the plan was a good one, but when my protector made his move, the creature somehow knew where the guy's knife hand was planning to strike and grabbed it. In the next second, the creature's feet had touched the ground and did a small twist and brought his arm around so that now, he was the one facing the boy's back and my protector now had to lean back so as not to land heavily on the ground. I gave a small gasp and brought my hands together and prayed that this wasn't the end.

'QUICK! Do something!' Glancing around once more, I lurched towards the little something that I had spotted earlier and at the same time, the creature made a stab at the guy's throat who managed to block it with his other knife hand. Now, they were locked in a feat of strength, but even I knew that the guy was the one in trouble. He was already off balance and leaning backwards while the deformed human could easily stand above him. Pushing down, I could see that the creature intended for the boy to cut his own throat with his own knife hand. Not wanting that to happen, I grabbed the slice of pizza I had spotted earlier and threw it at the creature's face.

With a soft thip! as the pizza slapped his face, I knew I had succeeded in distracting him momentarily (it's not everyday that you get slapped with a pizza, after all), but knew that I would need to do some more to help the guy at all. Which is why I quickly ran up and struck at the back of his knee so that his leg gave out. Now that he was below eye level, I brought out my small cell phone and jammed it into one of his too large, permanently open and way too watery black eyes. I knew I had done well when the deformed man released his hold on both the boy and the knife so that he could grasp at his ruined eye which oozed out bits of mashed eye and blood around my technological obstruction. Without losing a beat, the guy who I had helped out leaped to his feet, struck the creature in the stomach and then sliced up until he met the creature's jaw. It was a fatal wound.

Expecting the creature's innards to come spilling out at any moment, I was pleasantly surprised when he merely exploded into darkness before completely disipitating. Leaving only his knife, my phone, and a peculiar orb in his place. I had been half expecting the orb when the creature had been eliminated, because that had been what happened when the lady had disappeared, but I hadn't been expecting the orb to be slightly scaly and a blood red color. Before I could inspect it any closer, however, the guy who had helped me out grabbed the floating red orb and promptly dropped it into his mouth, chewed and then swallowed.

I gaped at him. Maybe I was right and this place actually did exist simply by eating each other's souls, in which case, this guy thought I was an easy target and was preparing to gut and eat my own 'orb-thing'! But... On second thought, his body language was no longer aggressive or tense anymore as it had been. In fact, I could practically feel waves of fatigue wafting off of him. My alarm settled down into mild suspicion, so when he turned to me I only leaned away from him a little, rather than turning tail and running. Looking directly at me with bright blue eyes tinged with gray, he gave me a quizzical look before uttering his first words directed at me, "Did you seriously throw a slice of pizza at him?"

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. At first I thought I was just laughing at the fact that out of everything he could've said, he was questioning my distraction technique. After a few seconds, I realized that I was laughing out of relief. I could feel the relief simply drip through my body, starting in my stomach and spreading to the extremities of my limbs. Adrenaline completely gone now, my laughter revealed how shaken up I was. Literally. Unable to support myself, I fell to my knees and sat back, hunching over and putting my face in my hands in an effort to hide my face. Shakes of laughter soon twisted into dry sobs.

Crying wasn't possible, I didn't have the strength for that, but I sat there and shook. I had been prepared to die. I had prepared myself for the possibility that seeing the creature's face might be my last view of this world. How could that not be traumatizing?

I didn't hear him come near, but when he stood and then kneeled down next to me, I could feel something akin to warmth coming off of him. He then put a warm arm across my back and firmly grabbed my shoulder, his other hand reaching out and pushing my hands away from my face. I remained staring at the ground blearily, even though I could tell that he wanted me to look at him. "Look at me," he whispered, obviously a bit unsure how to go about this.

When I merely moved my eyes to the direction opposite of him he decided on a bit more of an aggressive approach. Putting his fingers to my chin, he pulled my face to face his own. "Look. At. Me." Each word was their own command and was filled with such an order that I could not disobey. My eyes flicked up to his, which were eerily luminescent as they reflected the laughing moon's light, and he said the words that I needed to hear. "You're still alive."

Without a second thought, I pushed myself into his arms, knocking him onto his butt in the process. "Thank you," I mumbled into his chest as I held onto him in one of the more awkward stances, his legs spread around me as I was almost laying on top of him. In response to my mumblings, which he may or may not have heard, my protector wrapped his arms around me and gave a small grunt in obvious annoyance. Yet, somehow I felt that he was secretly pleased that I was better.

Pushing me off of himself, my protector held me out at arm's length for a moment in silence before simply stating, "Let's get some rest."

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A/N:: That was the first time I've ever written a fight sequence like that, so any advice on writing fight scenes would be much appreciated. Similarly, I am sorry for its (the fight scene's) shortness and lameness, but it was Kayla's first time in anything close to a fight, so I decided to go easy on them.