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Skylar: Apocalypse does not own Soul Eater, but she does own the O.C.s in this story.

I woke up in my bed, feeling like crap. My sheets were damp with sweat. I couldn't remember what happened last night, except for the fact that I ran somewhere. That's it. Ugh… I was told this wouldn't happen if I moved…

Blegh…

My head hurts and it smells like smoke in my apartment. Mrs. Frigs was smoking outside again. I hate it when she does that. I breathe it in and it gives me killer headaches.

"Oi! Sky-kun! Get up!" My older brother.

"Orin! I don't have school anymore, and work doesn't start 'till-"

"Skylar, someone was murdered! It's in the paper!" Orin yelled.

"Who?"

"Lord Death's kid."

"Really?" I asked, bolting out of my room. I snatched the news from my brother's hands and scanned over the head lines.

"' A future Death is dead?'" I read aloud, reading quickly through the article.

"'Maka Albarn and Black Star, meisters of the Death Weapon Meister Academy, found Death the Kid lying dead in his symmetrical manor. A message, scrawled in blood, was found on the wall behind the departed's corpse, giving us one vague clue to go on. If you have any reports on mysterious persons, or persons who have inexplicably disappeared during the night, please report them to Lord Death himself.

Story continued on A2'"

"Geez… I knew him, too. Man, it's just like last month, with Patricia, one of his weapons." Orin sighed, emotions conflicting on his chiseled face. He left the room, leaving me alone. I slowly walked over to the counter and picked up one of the kitchen knives and…

Chopped up a pepper to make an omelet.

Death didn't bug me. It just happened. Why get so worked up about it?

I accepted death when I was diagnosed with insanity four years ago, when I was 11 years old.

And then Asura got loose and I went mad. Completely mad. All I remember was waking up soaked in blood. That's it. I was pardoned because of my mental illness, then was forced to move here, where my brother lives.

I haven't been mad ever since, but I get these… urges… To eat omelets.

CLIFFHANGER!

Soul: When do I come in?

Maka: Patience is a virtue, Soul.

Soul: I'm too cool NOT to be in this yet!

Maka: MAAAAAAAAAAAAKAAAAAAAA CHOP!

Apocalypse: Stop fighting! Soul, you'll be in the next chapter. I promise.

Soul: *Pouts.*

Apocalypse: *rolls eyes*