Soul Eater: My Way

Episode Four: Freed with Suspicions

The immortal wolf man and Sam's unsaid theory?

Snow fell loosely over London Bridge. Black Star, typically, had climbed to the top of the first tower and started bellowing about being better than god. Tsubaki was hopelessly trying to get her Meister to come down.

Soul leaned against the side of the bridge, Maka standing still, trying to sense the soul they had been sent to collect. Sam was repeatedly trying to walk on his hands on the side of the bridge, only being saved from falling into the water on numerous occasions by Sarah's quick thinking and even quicker speed.

"I'm sure I used to be able to this stuff," muttered Sam, as once again he tried to walk on the side of London Bridge.

Sarah, tired of saving her boyfriend's life when he fell off, decided to go for the opposite approach.

She decided to shove him off.

"Wah!" yelled Sam, as he disappeared over the side. Maka pocked her head over and saw Sam clinging for all he was worth to the side of the bridge.

"Okay, very funny Sarah," muttered Sam. "Now pass me down a chain."

Sarah looked at Maka and grinned mischievously. She stuck her arm out, and it became a chain alright. She just left the cannon ball on the end.

"Ow," Sam said simply as the cannon ball thwacked into his forehead. "That hurt."

"Why is he on this mission?" asked Soul. "I mean he's meant to be the worlds best Meister? Why is he with one star students like us?"

"Lord Death wanted Sam to oversee this assignment," Sarah explained.

"I won't get to oversee much if someone keeps dropping cannon balls on my head!" snapped Sam.

"It had to be done sweetie," sniggered Sarah. "We can't be a secret group with you performing balancing acts on the side of national monuments."

"I don't see you telling that to Black Star," muttered Sam. As Sarah pulled him back onto slid ground, Sam pointed a finger to the skies.

"Lightning Wavelength," he hissed. A spark sped to the sky, but faded to nothing. "Damn. I'm sure I had it that time."

"I'm sure you'll get it soon," Sarah said, bringing her lips to Sam's.

"There it is!" Maka said, breaking Sam and Sarah's kiss.

"The soul?" Sam asked. Maka nodded.

"Black Star we found it!" yelled Tsubaki. The boy jumped down to meet her.

"About time. This guy's gonna pay for making me wait!"

Sam concentrated, and sensed out the soul.

"Witch," muttered Maka.

"No, it's human alright," Sam countered. "But some witch qualities mixed in, and something I can't put my finger on."

"Where?" Soul asked.

"Close," said Maka. Sam sighed.

"I don't see why I'm the one correcting the geoanalysis, he's here!"

The group looked up at a figure standing underneath the arch of the first tower.

He was tall. His ears were long and pointed, and his hair was short and brown. He wore what appeared to be some old fashioned black and white striped prisoner cloths. He had a cannonball on a chain, shackled to his left foot.

"And you would be?" Sam called.

"I have long since forgotten my name," he said. "But my new name, I like very much. I am Freed!"

Sam narrowed his eyes.

"What sort of man chooses Freed as his name?" Sarah asked.

"Someone who has not felt the joys of being free for quite some time I take it?" Sam said. Freed nodded.

"Two hundred years in prison."

"Interesting, Maka quick pop quiz, who do you suppose we are currently up against?" Sam said.

Maka looked a little surprised but she looked at the man opposite them.

"Look at the eyes," Sam directed.

Maka did so, and saw that one had an insignia where the iris should be.

"The wolf man," Maka said quickly. "The one who stole the Grand Witches Magic Eye."

"Correct."

"So can we beat the crap outta' him already?" snapped Black Star. "Tsubaki Enchanted Sword mode!"

"Right."

Tsubaki complied with her Meister's wish and Black Star charged. Sam held up three fingers.

"Three… two… one. K.O."

And Black Star fell down.

"Are you going to try Maka?"

Maka looked at her partner. Soul glowed and became a scythe in Maka's hand. But Sam's eyes narrowed. Something was off. Maka hissed in pain and dropped her partner. Sam remembered what his father had told him about Maka and Soul's lessons. About how there wavelengths were starting to come out of sync.

"They can't fight like this," Sarah muttered. Sam nodded in agreement.

"Well Freed!" he called. "That's four outta' six batters out. What say you become the wolf man that you are, and then test your metal against me?"

Freed grinned and changed. The cloths he wore changed to fit, but he grew taller, more muscled and thick shaggy brown hair grew all over his body.

"Before we begin," Freed snarled. "I have to point out something. I'm immortal."

"Oh I knew that," Sam said grinning. "I just wanted to beat the immortal wolf man in battle."

And Freed lunged.

He swiped with a clawed hand and Sam jumped high. Freed kicked off from the ground and Sam kicked off from his face.

"Let me help babes!" yelled Sarah.

"I got this!" Sam yelled back as Freed swiped again. He cart wheeled in the air and landed on the snowy bridge.

"Ice Spire!" Sam looked down, and steeped aside just in time to dodge the huge spike of ice rising from the bridge.

"Yes of course, part witch."

"SAM!"

Sam looked up and dropped as the claws lacerated the space where his head had just been.

"You're good," muttered the wolf man.

"Likewise," Sam returned the compliment. "But still."

And he kicked the wolf man's chest with both feet. Freed was sent flying back and Sam raised his finger.

"Come on," he whispered. "No time for screw ups."

Freed got up.

"Almost."

Freed prepared to pounce.

"Lightning Wavelength!"

The spark left his fingertip and skyrocketed. This time though it didn't burn out. It struck the clouds and a bolt of lightning struck down.

Freed looked up just in time to see the lighting before it struck. He yelled and staggered back. Sam ran forwards, fist draw back.

"Ice Wall!"

Sam snapped out his punch. It hit the wall with a sickening thwack.

"JESUS CHRIST!" Sam screamed, clutching his broken hand.

"Sam behind you!" screamed Sarah. Sam looked back and flew across the bridge, as Freed kicked him in the chest.

"Well," Sam grunted getting up. "I didn't expect an easy fight. Sarah."

"Got it."

Sarah glowed and a spear appeared in his hands.

"Can you manage it with one hand?" Sarah asked, concerned.

"Just about," Sam grunted.

"I told you I was an immortal," Freed said. "Now you'll see my power."

And he bounded towards them. Sam held his broken hand to his chest and raised a defence.

"On my signal," Sam muttered as Freed bounded closer.

"Right."

Freed was close. Too close, for Freed's own good.

Freed took one more bound and a wall of spear appeared before him.

"Argh!" he screamed as the spears pierced his flesh.

"Never underestimate me," Sam sniggered. "Even partially incapacitated."

"Ice Pillar!"

Sam easily sidestepped.

"You're losing your cool Freed. I hope it's not because of me? Maka, NOW!"

Freed looked up as the girl who had dropped her weapon flew towards him.

"Witch Hunter!" she screamed.

Freed took a step back, but there was only the edge of the bridge left. The scythe slashed across his chest, sending him through the barrier and spiralling into the Thames below.

"Not to worry," hissed Freed. "Ice Pillar!"

The pillar appeared, but not where Freed had wanted it. The ice appeared around Freed, like a cocoon.

"Well," Sam muttered, looking down as Freed's icy tome splashed into the cold Thames. "That was rather amateur."

"We didn't collect his soul," Maka said. "We failed."

"Now now," Sam said. "We couldn't fail. He was an immortal. How do you kill what cannot be killed?"

"I don't know," Soul said, returning to human form.

"The answer, you can't," Sam explained. "We were lucky he made such an amateur mistake."

Sarah transformed back into human form and walked over to Tsubaki.

"How is he?" she asked.

"He's unconscious, but I think he's just exhausted," Tsubaki explained.

"We better get back to the academy then," Maka said. "He needs some time to regain his strength and well, Sam."

"I'm fine," Sam said, trying to wave off his broken hand, thus causing him to grunt in pain.

"Okay, maybe I do need to get patched up a bit."

"Understatement of the century," muttered Sarah, grabbing him by the collar and pressing her lips against his.

Black Star lay in an infirmary bed, complaining that he couldn't surpass god if he was stuck in a hospital bed for a few weeks.

"I don't see why I'm still stuck here," Sam muttered. "Shouldn't Doctor Medusa be here by now? My hand isn't going to bandage itself now is it?"

"Be patient," sympathized Maka. "Doctor Medusa's just gone to get the necessary things for us."

As she finished the door clicked open. An old rickety computer chair rolled in. Empty.

"You've fallen off again?" Sam asked.

Stein walked in, clutching his rear end.

"How're you doing?" he asked, ignoring the question.

"It's a broken hand dad, I've had far worse," Sam said. "For instance that time when I was a little careless during training. I don't think that cannonball came out of my forehead for at least three hours."

"That was a bit of a wild throw," Sarah smiled.

"So when's Medusa getting here?" Black Star asked. "I need to get out of here to surpass god!"

"No one's surpassing god while they're in my clinic," said Medusa as she walked in. She passed Black Star and went straight for Sam.

"Well, that wolf man must cast a strong Ice Wall," muttered Medusa as she examined his hand.

"Well no," Sam said sarcastically. "I mean it's not like I've got a broken hand or anything."

"Well, I don't think you should do anything serious with it for a couple of weeks," she said. She reached out and began to bandage his hand. This was Sam's first meeting with Medusa, and so noticed that her right hand was bandaged.

"What happened to your hand doc.?" Sam asked bluntly. Medusa looked at her hand.

"Oh, some silly accident," she muttered. "I left one of my knives blade up in the dishwasher. When I reached out to empty the thing, the blade went straight through my hand. Clumsy me."

Sam smiled and nodded. Then his smile froze. Had it been a trick of the light? Was it his imagination?

"Something wrong?" Medusa asked. Sam shook his head.

"No of course not," he said, smiling as sincerely as he could manage.

'I'm positive that that bandage disappeared,' Sam thought. 'Like it was never there. And that wound? It's not a knife wound. More like an arrow. A crossbow bolt. It might be an ordinary one, but it's too precise. More like an arrow of a compressed soul wavelength.'

Sam's eyes flashed in realization. Then he quietened his theory.

'Too soon to make accusations.'

"There," Medusa said, trying off the bandage. She took a small bottle and handed it to Sarah. "Make sure he gets one of these painkillers every four hours. I'm sure if I give them to him he'll forget."

Sarah tittered at the joke. Then tugged on her boyfriend's elbow.

"I think someone needs to leave the hospital and take me on a shopping spree."

"Really who?" Sam asked playfully. Sarah shoved him and the pair walked through the door.

First off, if you're going to review me about whether or not it's Freed or Free, I don't give a damn. Second, I know that bit with Sam's theory was a bit short but still. I wanted to attract attention to it.