CHAPTER 3
GUYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT PLEASE DONT KILL ME
*barely dodges flying pitch fork*
School has been so stressful lately, plus this is my first year at this school. I am so sorry again, that this took so long.
Anyway, enjoy!
Previously:
"Blackstar," I said, taking his smoothly sculpted face into my hands. That seemed to grab his attention.
"Earth to Blackstar. It's OK, you know..." I said, my voice getting quieter with each word.
I pulled his face towards me and I kissed him. Right on the lips, too.
I pulled away a second later to look at his eyes, measuring his reaction. I was met with shock. Slowly they started to soften into a radiant glow, and I watched with a growing sense of wonder as a smirk enveloped his face. I dared a small smile on my own.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Maka's POV:
My blood froze as the smile on my face evaporated into nothing. Shit. Blackstar's face mirrored my own, I was sure, spared the flash of frustration that lit his eyes. It was then that I noticed how dark it had become. When had that happened?
Blackstar lowered me to the ground quickly but careful without saying a word. He glared over his shoulder at the owner of the voice, and opened his mouth as though he was going to say something-
He didn't get the chance.
I watched with a growing sense of horror as a hand ripped Blackstar from my hands by the neck of his shirt. I stared with widing eyes as the hand connected with his face, slamming his back into the concrete gravel. I saw his eyes go blank and unfocused, opening his mouth as though to yell but all that came out was a spirt of blood.
"Blackstar!"
Blackstar's POV:
*moments ago*
"What do you think you are doing?"
Shit, who was that and why do they dare to interrupt their god? I mentally sighed- of all the times, why now?
I gently set Maka down against the wall so she was sitting and would be out of the way while I beat this guy to a pulp.
Dark clouds blocked out the moon as droplets of water blurred the roof around us.
I could feel the sparks of rage beginning to ignite in my blood as I thought about what was happening. Those sparks were quickly becoming flames as I turned to face our intruder.
Before I could think, I felt strong hands grab the front of my shirt and yank, hard, and throwing me back and away from Maka.
Fuck, I thought as I opened my eyes, just catching a glimpse of a fist as it connected with my face.
Black, blotchy stars danced in front of my eyes as I attempted to recover from the blow. Dammit, that dude could punch.
"Blackstar!"
I glared up at this stranger, realizing it wasn't a stranger at all. It was, in fact, my best friend. Or used to be.
My head throbbed.
I watched helplessly from the ground as Soul grabbed Maka's wrist, yanking her to her feet. I tried to get up, but my body didn't seem to be responding to my commands. I could hear shouting, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. Things were getting blurry, but I forced myself to stay conscious. My vision continued to tunneling, and the last thing I heard was a sickening thump in front of me.
Then everything went black.
Maka's POV:
I watched as my weapon slammed his fist into my best friend's face. I tried to push my body back into the wall. I wanted to be absorbed by it, to fade into the next room and get away from what was happening, to escape what was happening before my eyes. I would have never have thought there would come a day when I was scared of my own partner, my best friend.
I could feel the waves of rage coming off of his soul, along with something else I couldn't identify. It shook my very core. I felt paralyzed by his waves of rage; they washed over my entire body, making me gasp as though I was going to drown.
The moon laughed as he hung in the clouds, his eyes unblinking as he watched us scramble about on the roof.
This is not happening. This is not happening. This is not happening, Soul is not beating up Blackstar, and you are going to wake up in bed and go to school and see Soul and Blackstar and everything is going to be fine.
But it was happening, and I wasn't going to wake up from this nightmare.
Wait, best friend? Were we still, or were we something more now? I felt so confused!
Focus, Maka! Your weapon is attacking Blackstar! my inner conscience screamed at me. I listened to it this time.
My head was reeling with the reminisce of the kiss, lost in the shock of what I was witnessing. I shook my head in an attempt to shake it off. Get it together, Maka!
Turns out I wouldn't have to, because the next thing I knew I was being dragged to my feet by a boy with white spiky hair. My brain started working again.
"What the heck, Soul! What the hell is wrong with you!?" I screamed at him. Any left over shock had turned into a cold, blood boiling rage. How dare he punch Blackstar. How dare he handle me like this!
Blood red eyes stared at me as his grip tighten around my wrist.
"Let go of me!" I said, tugging to regain control of my arm. I was so mad, red was begining to rim the edge of my vision. I was usually the one who was always calm, but right now I pissed.
If he was surprised at my outburst, he hid it well. He wouldn't look at me now, and his white hair was blocking me from seeing his eyes. Frustration welled up inside my stomach.
Suddenly, I pulled back against his grip with a force that surprised even me. Apparently, it surprised him too, because he lost his grip on my wrist. I stumbled backwards, and before I could register what was happening, the back of my head connected with the concrete wall waiting behind me. I didn't feel myself hit the ground.
OWW! What just happened?! Why is Soul acting like this? What just happened to Maka, and where the heck is Blackstar?
I am Soooo sorry this is so short guys! I promise I'll make up for it in the next chapter by making it extra long!
Should I continue this? Or should I bury this in the forest of ideas called my mind, never to be spoke/thought of again? You decide! Leave a review telling me what you think and if you wanna see more.
~Death The Girl