Lord Joyde the Madman: Heylo, everyone! How are you all doing?

So here we are again!

For some reason, I can't seem to look at the reviews page for this story... strange, that has never happened before...

Oh well. (I also want to add a personal hello to Leez!)

Anyways, here comes the second chapter of The Symphony Of Madness! I hope you enjoy, let us begin!

Um, one more thing... when I said this wasn't gonna be a madness fic, I lied... I mean, this is Soul Eater.

Don't mind me guys and girls! I'm just a line break...

Sometime Later - Unknown Place - Maka's Point Of View...

Darkness.

Swirling, ever-present Darkness.

That is all I could see, all I could hear, all I could feel.

And it felt..."Incredible, isn't it?"

A strange, unknown voice spoke from somewhere behind me. I looked at my clothes, I was wearing my normal uniform and skirt, but had no pigtails.

I turned around, now I am wearing a blood-stained mourner's dress."Who's there?"

"Ah, but that's right! That's the question we all have to ask ourselves always! At any time! At any place! Most certainly with surroundings like... these..." The voice turned to a whisper in my ear as I turned around again.

A skirt and a sweater adorn my body now as I stare at my surroundings to find the voice. It sounds male, but what exactly defines a male voice?

I should ask where I am. No, that's a stupid question. I know where I am.

... I do?

"Having trouble with those thoughts, little girl? I find it best to simply... not think at all!... it helps keep the horrors away..." Another whisper right in my ear and I turn around again. This time, I can see the blood-covered earth beneath my feet and the overwhelming Darkness turns to an immense, equally crimson sandstorm.

Which seems to be avoiding me."Ah, so you've noticed it? Sorry, it might be rude but, it would be even less appropriate for me to envelop you."

A sandstorm, envelop me?"You are afraid." I point out with sudden clarity and the sandstorm stops.

It did not disappear... the sand simply... stays unmoving in mid-air.

"What makes you think tha-What did I say about that?!" He/The Voice asked with raised volume and I tilt my head."Not to think?" I question back and the sandstorm resumes moving, this time inching closer to me.

I want to take a step back... instead, my body, this time dressed in a pitch-black and very Gothic dress with equally black high-heels on my feet... well, they're not really that high, medium-heels would be more like it...

Wait... what was I thinking about again?"There you go again! I TOLD YOU TO STOP THINKING!... It helps keep the horrors away..."

"What horrors? And why would I keep them away?... no, I want them to come closer." I hear myself say with conviction as my eyes dart around.

A sudden and very grotesque image is shown to me. I recognize it."Your friends butchered body... yet it seems you didn't think of him as a friend at all..."

The storm shook, almost as if describing a negative."No, that's wrong... so so wrong... he was your friend... deeper than that, family... but his death did not break you."

"Nothing will." Is my stern reply.

"Really?... then why are you here?" He asked me as the sandstorm cleared... revealing a maelstrom of..

I touched the strange, discolored material."Hey, no need to get so touchy, girl."

Skin. A shivering vortex of skin."Where is here?" I asked, though I am sure I know the answer.

Wait, I do?

"This place? Its.. hmm, how do I explain this..." The vortex begins collapsing onto of itself.

And soon, in front of me stands a young man, at least I think he's young, wearing nothing but his own skin.

I find him absolutely tantalizing.

But its not in the perverted way.

He notices my stare and takes a step back."H-hey, w-whats with t-the l-l-look?"

Without another word, I lunged forward and tore out a piece of his shoulder. For a moment, he seemed terrified... and then he slapped me away.

It hurt. It hurt hard.

And I flew.

And flew.

And flew.

Eventually, the image of a wall formed in my thoughts and suddenly, I found myself slamming into that very wall.

This didn't hurt.

I looked around. The man was still standing there. He didn't look scared anymore."I see, you are scared too. So you think I am your enemy.. I TOLD YOU TO STOP THINKING, MAKA!"

Maka.

Oh...

That's me.

I.

The existence that held the *I* all this time.

... Am I still I?

Yes, but better. Stronger. Faster...

Insane.

I turned towards the man and rose up to my feet."No, I am not scared. There is no reason for me to be scared."

The man then tilted his head in confusion."Oh?"

I felt myself grin."After all, what kind of predator is scared in the presence of its..."

I look at him straight into the eye."... prey."

His form regained its terrified look and I lunged at him again, but just as my teeth were about to meet his flesh, he dispersed into thin air... and the surroundings changed.

With the sandstorm of skin gone, what remained was a devastated world of red.

I looked up, a massive white hand was grasping an eerily familiar soul which was drowning in an endless supply of yellowish liquids... Somehow, I knew them to be digestive fluids...

My, digestive fluids.

I vomited everything I had in me onto the wasteland-like earth beneath my feet as the scene of Soul's death... of the moment when his soul was shoved into my stomach.

And I realize...

I finally remember exactly where I am."This is my mind..."

The scenery shifts as the giant white hand pulls the drowning Soul out of me."Ah, that must be Lord Death's hand... at least now, Soul can be given a proper burial..."

The pain in my stomach disappears and I feel relived.

The Darkness around me utterly shatters, splinters like glass falling onto the floor as I am pulled backwards to the edge. I turn back around and I'm in my uniform again, standing on the edge of a crimson mountain.

I turn around again. A rather casual style of clothes suddenly appears on me. A simple, grayish shirt with blue jeans... my reading clothes.

Suddenly, in the distance, a library appears...

Thousands upon thousands of books, papers and scrolls containing naught but knowledge and the wisdom of those who came before... all perfectly and neatly stored into shelves, each titled with a name.

"The Anatomy of Kishin-Eggs by Dr. Stein, A Treatise On World Order by Lord Death, The Musical Genius by Wes Evans." Ah, I know these titles. All the books I've read before and ever will read are stored here.

I turn around towards the door and walk out. The highly metallic door slams itself shut and I stop dead in my tracks... I took the backdoor, not the front door.

Ah, I've always loved sneaking into the library without anyone seeing me.

As I turn away from the door, I finally notice the overwhelming sea of darkness surrounding the Mountain I was standing on.

Wait, since when was this a mountain. Something appears behind me and tries to push me down. I hit it hard, causing the sound of breaking glass to echo around me.

Turning around to see what it was, I hear myself laughing, yet my own mouth isn't moving. I ignore it.

I take a step forward. Another sound erupts from behind me and I smile as I remember what it is. Builders. Bricks being slapped onto bricks. Building a giant wall that not just anyone can pass through.

I turn around and the wall is suddenly there. No longer can I see the overwhelming darkness below... but I can feel the thick, unrelenting sea churning beneath my feet.

My.. feet?

Ah.

This Mountain.

Its me.

The walls?

Mine.

The Library?

Mine.

The blood covering the wasteland earth beneath me?

... not mine.

I blink and turn around again.

Seeing nothing, I feel an urge to go forward, to look behind the library.

The scene shifts and soon, I am in front of the library.

The earth beneath my feet turns into a long road, paved with bones. The street gains lights, glowing brightly from strange, inhuman skulls. The bricks of the buildings, freshly carved meat.

I laugh as I reach a signpost, not even sure of when it was that I started to walk... or if I ever even stopped, walking.

I reach a bridge made of intestines, meat and bone, over a red, crimson river of blood.

Then the town ends... and the wasteland is all that remains... and somehow I know...

The meat?

Cut fresh from demons.

The Bones?

Torn out of demons.

The guts?

Shredded from their bodies.

The Blood?

Drained out like milk from a cow.

... And I realize, the town had ended, because I have no more materials to build it with.

The current town was made with the souls of the trio who killed Soul.

I've already had my vengeance upon them.

This makes me smile as I come to a stop."That said, there's no need to show all this to other people... the least I could do is be civil."

And with that, the town returns to its Illusion of stone, wood, metal and water.

Then, out of nowhere, a strange white piano appears in the middle of the road I've been walking and I stop.

... when I did start walking again?

Shaking my head out of my stupor, I sit onto the piano and press a key... only to find that it is not there.

I blink... and I know."Not enough demons..." I murmured to myself.

I turned again... and a doorway opened.

Smiling, I walked through it with nothing but silence following behind.

Minutes beforehand... - DWMA's Med. Room - Medusa's Point Of View...

"Hiyh!" A sudden chill tore up and down my spine as I examined a nearby patient.

Maka Albarn, daughter of the death scythe Spirit, had undergone some rather stunning transformations due to her horrific experience yesterday."W-w-what j-just?"

I felt myself turning my head upwards as I swallowed hard and looked towards Maka's sleeping form... her soul had just suddenly erupted outwards, striking against mine and forcing me to spit out a moderate amount of blood.

"Demonslayer Wavelength... if this girl is this dangerous to me while asleep..." I muttered to myself with uncharacteristic worry as I turned around to my counter and practically ran towards it. Taking out the black blood pills, I held them close to my chest as I re-examined Maka's file."She has that but... this force, it felt familiar... almost alike to the Kishins, yet.. different."

Another chill had me look up towards a mirror.

... and there she was, standing behind me, white hair drenched in blood, eyes glowing with a predatory gold, mouth twisted into an insane grin.

I felt my heart stop as I saw her open her mouth. Reacting on instinct, I turned around with a paralyzing syringe in hand, only to strike at thin air.

I breathed out heavily and turned my head around only to notice that Maka is still asleep in her bed.

I shook in my spot as I found myself grinning."M-M-Madness... she's contracted m-m-madness..." Another set of shivers run up and down my spine as I feel someone's tongue on my neck.

A predator about to tear out a piece of its prey.

But I calm myself.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

And the illusion of fear is gone.

I walk over to Maka and smile to myself as I write her prescription. If I can get this girl on my side th-"Medusa-senpai?"

I froze.

Then I looked up.

And there she was, sitting upright without me ever noticing that she moved.

I could not help myself when I screamed, the modicum of sanity I have left erupted out of me in the form of a miniature sound wave and I swear I heard the walls shake.

Suddenly, before I realized it, the screaming stopped and I felt an unfamiliar warmth on my lips.

Same time - Same Place - Maka's Point Of View...

"Mmmmm... tasty..." I heard myself say as I released Miss Medusa from my heated kiss.

She always did have such kissable lips, didn't she? Oh well, I'm glad I finally gave them a try.

I looked down to see her unmoving, stunned and otherwise paralyzed form on the floor.

Standing up, I noticed my clothes neatly placed on a nearby nightstand. Taking them into my hands, I found myself smelling them."Hmm.. dad? No, Lord Death?"

"Interesting... In all my long life, I've never experienced someone who recognizes my handiwork by scent." Lord Death's amused and ever-so-childish voice echoed from behind me and I heard him give out a chuckle as I turned around.

He then pointed to Miss Medusa, whose eyes were spinning, cheeks adopting an adorable blush... all in all, it was an immensely cute scene."So, what happened to her?"

I shrugged."I woke up, she screamed, I kissed her to shut her up and now shes like that."

Lord Death made a strange tilted motion, almost as if blinking before giving a shrug of his own and taking a step back."Oh well, we have a lot to talk about so please do get dressed and come to my room, Maka-chaaan!"

Smiling at Lord Death, I nodded excitedly, as if I suddenly became a child myself."Right!"

With that, he disappeared from my eye's view, but my Soul Perception told me that he was still nearby... weird, it feels like he would be nearby even if I was on the other side of Death City...

Shrugging again, I promptly dress myself out of the patient clothing and into my normal school uniform.

Then I walk towards the nearest mirror and find a strange syringe thrown aside on the floor near it... I take the syringe into my hands and then place it onto a nearby counter.. wouldn't want anyone stepping on it on accident, I guess. Looking at myself, I have a near heart attack as I notice that my unveiled hair going halfway across my back, now adorns a pure white color...

"Whatever... I never really liked the piss-colored gray anyways." I blinked as I heard those words coming out of my mouth and looked for anything else different in the mirrors reflection.

For a moment, I saw my eyes flashing red, before returning to their... golden, color?"White hair and gold eyes?... Somehow, I'm not even mad. Yeah, this is pretty good actually." I say to myself as I take Medusa-senpai's hairbrush, or at least I think its hers, could be anyone's really... and do my hair for a few moments, not tying them to pigtails but simply letting it stay unveiled, although far less wild than it was mere moments ago.

Putting the brush down, I let out a breath before cracking my neck and turning around to walk out, but as I neared the door to the outside, a hand grasped my skirt."W-w-w-wait... ta-t-take t-t-these..." Medusa-senpai mutters out with her left hand placed onto her forehead as she looks away from my eyes in embarrassment, the hand which stopped me holding a capsule with several black pills inside."Ah, are those for me?"

I asked with a bright smile and she nodded as I took the pills into my pocket and helped her stand up."Umm..." She swallowed hard as I continued to hold her hand.

I blinked."Ah! Sorry about that, Medusa-senpai!"

"N-no, its f-fine..." She shook herself out of her stupor as she turned to look at me and breathed out."Anyways, the pills are indeed for you. Don't worry, they're just supplements, something to help you recover quicker... physically, at least. And uh, sorry for your loss."

The image of Soul etches itself upon my thoughts and I can't help myself as I feel a hot set of tears fall down my left eye."A-aah... r-right... S-s-soul i-is.."

Medusa-senpai blinked before panic took hold over her frame."A-ah, that was stupid of me! I shouldn't have reminded you, sorry!"

"N-no.. I... I'll be... not okay... for a while..." I mutter out as I wipe my tears away and force myself to smile at the older woman."B-but, don't worry! If I'm anything then I'm stubborn and strong-willed!... I... I'll be fine... eventually."

With that said, I find myself running out of the med room and leaving a rather flabbergasted Medusa-senpai to wonder what the hell just happened.

Don't mind me guys and girls! I'm just a line break...

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