READ DIS! Shoutouts to: xDooms Day MasqueradeX, jrenee13579, AmandaNC1999, darkangel565. This chapter just may have you on THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT. Oh and I realize that I made the title in the last chapter the same as chapter two. Sorry for that. XD NOW FOR THE STORY!

Chapter Four: The End

Soul and Maka walked through the doors to the school, to find everyone staring at them. They looked around at them, and waited to find Heather. Just as expected, Heather was standing by her locker, grinning ever-so smugly. It was like her face wanted to be punched.

"What did you do?!" Maka screeched.

"What did I do? Honey, look at what you've done," Heather smiled, "it's all your fault that Soul's secret has been released out into the world, now isn't it? You refused to obey my specific commands, and now you'll pay. Pay the price of being shunned by all of your classmates and peers. And it's funny because, you can't do shit about it."

"Okay, one: it's not my fault that you told his secret. Two: I did obey your "specific commands". And three: I will do something about it, chicka!" Maka had to refrain from taking Soul in his scythe mouth and cutting her head off so that it would turn into a nice blood fountain.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Soul shouted, "you ignorant bastard, I would like to cut your fucking head off right about now! And furthermore: I don't even know what the fuck you mean about "specific commands" so I know for a gad damn fact that it wasn't Maka's fault!" Maka rubbed her arm and tilted her head. She bit her lip so hard that it began to bleed. Soul looked at Maka and gave her a puzzling look. Maka turned, and ran out of the way. She didn't quite know where she was going, but had to go somewhere they would never find her…somewhere NOBODY would ever find her… She turned, and darted into the library. Maka walked amongst the shelves of books and rows of computers without emotion. She wanted to find a book that could help her with all of her horrifying struggles…so when she saw a big book entitled What to do Now? A Guide for Teenage Girls, she thought it was the perfect opportunity. She picked up the book, and began to examine the table of contents. She flipped through the pages and headings until she found the one she was looking for. The one with the heading dubbed BULLYING. She read and reread the five paragraphs that give precise instructions on how to handle bullying. She read it in a wink, and reshelved the book. Just as she was picking out a book entitled Who are You?, Soul blasted through the doorway and slung Maka over his shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Maka yelled while beating on Soul's back. Soul remained silent, and carried her back to Heather's locker where they found Heather and her weapon.

"They want to fight us," Soul said, a determined look spread out on his face. He set Maka down, and, knowing that she'd try and run away again, he grabbed her hand and turned into scythe mode. As Heather's weapon turned into blood cannon mode, a malicious sneer surfaced on her face.

"Come on Heather," the cannon giggled, "let's get her." Heather nodded, and ran toward Soul and Maka. Maka cringed, and jumped out of the way.

"Look, I don't wanna fight you guys!" she exclaimed and hastily darted toward the door. But Heather was too fast for her. She vaulted out in front of Maka, barricading the doorway.

"That's too bad," she shouted in her face, "'cause I've been waiting for moment for what seems like forever!" She then took a shot at Maka. Luckily, Maka was able to spring out of the way before any damage was inflicted on her.

"Fine," she breathed, "you want a fight? I'll give you one." Maka lunged at Heather, grasping Soul in her hands, and swung at the blondie. Heather leaped out of the way at blasted one, two, that's three times!

"I'm going to hurt you so bad," Heather taunted.

'You know," Maka smiled determinedly, "you really are all talk and no walk." Now that steamed Heather. She shot at Maka at least ten times before dodging one of her blows. Maka was beat up pretty bad by now, and she was running out of options. So she took the easy way out.

"Soul!" she shouted, "witch hunter!" As their souls interacted, Soul grew fifteen times his regular size.

"Mai! (Apparently her weapon's name was Mai.)" Heather screeched, "blood blaster!" Just then, Heather's weapon grew to about the size of Maka's. Now they were evenly matched, and about to slice/blast each others' heads off.

"Okaaayyy, party's over!" Lord Death said, separating the two miesters-in-training, "honestly, what is up with all the little children at each others' throats?! It's very displeasing. Now, it is obvious that you two need some sort of counseling-"

"What?!" Soul cut him off, "counseling?! NO. Cool guys like me don't go to counseling."

"As I was saying," he continued, "you'll come to school after-hours on Friday afternoons and see Mr. Sid. Any questions? No? Good. Now, GO TO LUNCH."

On their way to lunch, Soul walked through the dim-lit hallway, passing everyone's stares and mockery. He looked over to Maka, who was waiting for him by a water fountain. They walked to the lunch room together and searched for an empty table hastily. It's so hard to get a good table these days…Soul thought. Just then, he spotted one, and dragged Maka over to it. They sat down together and waited for nothing to happen. Life seemed so boringly repetitive ever since the accident had happened. It was just: go to school, get in a fight, get in trouble, and go home. Go to school, get in a fight, get in trouble, and go home. He wished for a remedy to his agony. Nobody sat by them, and nobody even looked at them. Maka looked over to Soul and pointed to the girl's restroom. Soul nodded, and watched as Maka walked way and into the pint-sized facility.

Maka looked into the mirror and splashed water onto her tear-stained face. There was no way to relieve her pain! Unless…Maka reached into her pocket, and took out a small chewed-up pen cap. She chewed and manipulated the cap until it had a nice, sharp, pointy edge. Perfect for cutting. She carefully adjusted the cap on her wrist, and abruptly slit a long, straight line across her arm. At first she felt a slight pain, but then she felt dizzy at the sight of her blood. She shook it off, and suddenly, she was floating. It was like all of a sudden she had zapped into another world. She cursed, and set the pen on her wrist again. And again and again, she went through the horrifying, yet pleasant cycle of slicing and decorating her poor arms. When she thought she was done, she slipped the pen cap into her pocket, washed her arm off, and walked back to the lunch room. Soul took one look at Maka's arm, and wrapped his own arms around her.

"No…" he whimpered, "this can't be happening. Not you, Maka!" And they sat together and cried for the rest of the school day…

Well?! Wasn't it WEIRD?! I'd like to tell you that this was going to be the last chapter, but now I'm thinking about it, and I think it'd be torture to leave you at that. So I will start working on chapter five IMMEDIATELY. Please review and follow, and I'll give a shout-out to you! Byye!