A/N: I hope you like this chapter! I tried to make it extra long and interesting, to make up for the two short, boring ones! This chapter is dedicated to my fridge, who got me through my hunger.

Oh yeah, and I don't own Soul Eater.

They hadn't been expecting a thing. I flew out of the van with both fists raised and managed to hit one person on the face. It was the blue haired kid that put sack over my head. The other was a tall, beautiful girl with a long, inky black ponytail. She gasped when my fist connected with that kids nose.

"The great BlackStar does not get punched by GIRLS! He is the one doing the punch-"

I the jumped off the van and kicked BlackStar's forehead before doing a flip and landing on my barefeet facing him. It was difficult to spin when poufy material of a dress got in the way. Before I could react though, the boy through a punch that hit my cheek where it was cut by glass. I gasped in pain and brought my hand up to my cheek.

BlackStar used this to his advantage and kicked my barefeet out from under me, so I fell onto the rough road. Out of nowhere the girl stepped over me, and I took a moment to breathe.

"BlackStar, do you remember what we talked about? If you picked on the prisoner you won't get fourths at supper tonight."

He grumbled something I couldn't hear, but the girl frowned slightly.

"That's not very nice. I'm sure she didn't mean to insult your knot tying skills."

I was very confused. Aren't these people suppose to be, well, evil? But they were just ordinary people, so I said so.

"You're so ordinary."

The girl looked at me, almost as if I had done something wrong. Then BlackStar grinned a Cheshire Cat grin.

"Me? Ordinary? I am far more than just a feeble ordinary person! I will surpass God! I will be the one who..."

The girl shook her head and looked down at me on the ground and said "Now you've done it." I didn't understand until three minutes passed and the speech was still going on. Then I slowly began to stand. For some reason the girl let me. But when I tried to walk away, her arm shot out at unnatural speed and grabbed me. Her deep dark eyes looked into mine as a warning.

"...and that's why I'm the biggest star around here."

She huffed an annoyed sigh then smiled and said, "That's wonderful BlackStar!"

He puffed his chest with pride "Thanks Tsubaki."

Tsubaki's hand still held my arm in a death grip as we began to walk away from the van. When I looked back at BlackStar he had a potato sack. I'm not even going to ask where he got that. Then he threw it over my head- again.

"Uh sorry Princess Maka, we didn't expect you to be conscious and to jump at BlackStar-"

"That never happened."

All I could see was dim sunlight, but I imagined Tsubaki was shaking her head. Then I was thrown over BlackStar's shoulder. Great.

I attempted to kick him, but in the end my feet just flailed wildly, and BlackStar would yell "Calm down already! I can already barely see with your dress in the way.. So in the end I gave in, and let his shoulders carry me.

The walk to wherever we were going wasn't extremely unpleasant. If you don't mind sweating and gasping for air because your head is covered with a bag. I could hear the birds, they sang a sweet song. Almost like a lullaby, cascading a child into slumber. And before I knew it, I was thinking of my mother.

"Do you hear the birds Maka? They're singing for us!" She had said sweetly as she smiled down at her daughter.

I was sitting perfectly with her hands on my lap. I had leaned against my mother's shoulder, at ease. My hair was done in short pigtails, and my big green eyes, usually wide and curious, were shut.

Kami had set up a picnic under a huge oak tree on a hill. It had been planned for a while, but kept being pushed back because of her work. It was the last weekend of the summer before grade one. Unfortunately, my father, Spirit, still couldn't make it. I didn't mind however, at the idea of spending more time with her busy mother.

"Mommy," I asked carefully, unsure what to say as I looked at my beautiful mother.

"Yes dear," she replied, running her hands through the short, blonde pigtails.

"Why isn't that one singing?"

Kami pursed her lips. A bird sat unmoving like a rock in a nest of straw, tucked away in one of the highest branches. It's eyes, dead to the world never blinked. Looking back, I knew the bird was dead. Death was a tricky thing to a child, it could shatter the innocence in a moment. My mother just wanted to keep me pure. At least, that's what I tell myself.

But I would learn about death sooner than I knew.

Instead of telling me he was in a better place, and all that garbage, she said something that shook me to this day.

"That is a kishin, their souls are so broken they appear dead. Maybe one day, when you're older, you can hear them sing."

Even after she left, I'm still unconsciously waiting to hear the dead bird sing.

The dim, warm light had diminished into pitch black suddenly, and the air seemed to drop to negatives. Roughly, I was thrown onto the ground. Beneath, I felt old, rotting wood, with paint peeling, bits of grime sticking to my hands. With great annoyance I shoved the sack off my head and looked at my surroundings.

It seemed like I was in an abandoned cabin, like one I used to visit with my family in the summer. Back when we were a family. The two windows opposite from each other were boarded shut, and the door with a broken hinge. An old lightbulb hung from the ceiling rafters between the spiderwebs, the wires array. It's dim light made the cabin a yellowish colour. Pushed in the corner was a bed with the cleanest thing in the room- fresh sheets! At least I could sleep in comfort.

BlackStar and Tsubaki stood in the doorway, casting long shadows across the floor. Tsubaki looked almost, what's the word, worried for me. Why would she care? She's the one who should be worried, Kid was probably searching for me right now. When he found me, they would be the ones in trouble.

"BlackStar, I thought I told you to clean the cabin."

"I did!" He replied earnestly, "besides, do you really think Asura cares about how clean the cabin will be when he tries and-"

"BlackStar, she's right there. No fourths for you!"

He groaned and said angrily "But tonight is chicken wing night!"

"Well maybe if you should think about what you say next time." Tsubaki answered, then looked at me as if just realizing I'm there.

They start to leave and BlackStar slamming shut the door, and I begin to crawl toward them. My arm outstretched, I reach toward the door, hoping to stop it before it closes and I'm alone. Why hadn't I tried to leave while they were talking? Stupid Maka! You need to get back into training. Unfortunately I succeeded in putting my fingers in between the door and the frame, and I felt my bones crack.

I screamed. Normally I would consider my self subjective to pain, but when five of your fingers on your left hand break at the same time, I think you would scream too.

Instantly I pulled my fingers out from the door and cradled them to my chest. I don't know when I started crying, but my face was wet with tears. They fell onto my lap and my broken hand. The joint had twisted at an unnatural angle, and had began to swell.

Hurriedly I ripped part of my giant skirt off, and wrapped it gingerly around my gnarled digits. The pain suddenly spiked as the fingers touched, and I cried out again.

And there I stay, swallowed by a stained wedding dress never to be worn by a bride, crying in frustration and pain, until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

Liz was filing her nails when the scientist told her.

"What?!"

She jerked the nail file and her fingernail split. This cause her to be even more frustrated.

"Um, that's the two people whose blood we found on the shoe ma'am." The fragile scientist who was swallowed by his lab coat answered.

Liz sat down on an office office chair and spun around once. Why did people always deliver bad news just when she was feeling good? With annoyance she pinched the bridge of her nose. Would she ever just get time to relax in her office? Mean Girls had just been put in, and the nail polish brought out. But before she could get started on her singleton* date, a forensics scientist on the Maka Case came into her office.

It wasn't unusual, she worked hand in hand with them, being an investigator and all. Hell, they were even in the same building! The DWMA , the Detectives of World Mysteries Association.

It was what he said as he pushed up his circle glasses that caused her to be angry.

"Um," he began weakly, "it seems we have an advancement on the Maka Case."

The famous Thompson sister picked up a nail file and began on her index finger. "Well spit it out, I have plans you know."

He seemed to shake a little at that statement, "Well you see, there were two peoples blood on the heel you gave us..."

Angry now, she pressed harder with the file. "Who was it, get on with it you-" Liz caught herself before she insulted people who worked for her, again.

The scientist, his name tag saying "Bob" started trembling. "It was Maka's and..."

Rolling her eyes she asked "Bob" to speak up. Nerds these days, always stuttering.

"It was... Soul Eater's."

That's when she pulled a pistol out of nowhere and started shooting at the wall behind the scientist. He scrambled away, but with every shot, her anger subsided. Almost like meditation or yoga, but she got to damage something.

Bang! She was calm. Bam! She was at peace. Boom! She was going to have to tell Prince Kid this.

She was going to have to tell Prince Kid this.

But how did one tell someone their fiancée had been captured by the most well known murderer in the world?

A/N: If you care to see Maka's wedding dress, I will be uploading a sketch to my Instagram. My username is taylorj . art And yeah, Soul's a murderer. Sorry.

*My math teacher called single people "singletons" today so I put it in my story