CHAPTER FOUR
Maka woke up in a dark den. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back and she was strapped to a chair. When he eyes adjusted to the dark, she looked around the room. Her eyes settled on a women who looked like she was in her twenty's standing a few feet away.
"Ah! Finally your awake~!" She sang. Her eyes were filled with madness.
"After being locked away in a prison for 395 years, a lot of anger has built up inside of me. Especially at your father, Spirit, who was the one who defeated me and got me locked up here. So I figured, nothing could tick him off more then kidnapping his precious daughter." The lady explained, "Oh by the way! My name is Heroma."
"Fuck you." Was all Maka had to say in return.
"Oof! That wasn't nice. SAY SORRY." The witch yelled. Maka just turned her head. This angered Heroma. She walked over to Maka and pulled a knife out of her pocket.
"Looks like I'm going to have to force the apology out of you." She snickered.
A few minutes in, Maka was screaming at the top of her lungs. The witch was slicing a deep gash into her arm. She then moved on to twisting Maka's right leg until it snapped. Maka screamed out in agony. She had never felt so much pain in her life.
Soul felt a jolt go through him. He knew Maka was in pain. He jumped up and started running as fast as he could in a direction that just felt right. He knew he was headed towards Maka. While running, he passed Spirit and Dr. Stein and told them to come with him because he knew where Maka was. They sprinted across Death City and came to a church.
"She's in there." Soul said pointing to a piece of wood in the ground with a handle on it. He pulled the handle and the wood opened up to a marble staircase leading underground. He raced down the stairs and came to across a door. With Spirit and Dr. Stein behind him, they entered the room.
"MAKA!" Soul shouted when seeing Maka covered in blood and with one leg twisted in a direction it shouldn't be. Spirit took one look at his daughter and rage filled his face. He instantly turned into his Death Scythe form and landed in Dr. Stein's hands.
"Is she going to be okay?" Soul asked desperately.
"I'm not sure. From the looks of it I should be able to fix her up." Dr. Stein replied. Soul ran over to Maka but was stopped my Heroma. He glared at her.
"You did this to Maka?" he asked. Heroma giggled and nodded her head.
"I'll never forgive you" Soul spat out. Then Dr. Stein attacked Heroma from behind using Spirit as his weapon. Heroma moved out of the way at last second. They went in to an intense fight, pushing each others' limits. Soul rushed over to Maka and untied her. He held her gently in his arms and she fit perfectly there. She opened her eyes.
"Soul?" She smiled. He smiled weakly back.
"Maka I'm sorry for being the worst, stupidest weapon ever. I shouldn't have said those things to you. Fighting Black Star wasn't cool at all. Your cool. I hope you can forgive me. This is all my fault, but I want you to know that I love you." He said. Maka's eyes widened. But then she responded.
"I love you too, Soul." And then she passed out from blood loss. When Soul looked up, Dr. Stein was there. He had killed Heroma already and put his hands out to carry Maka. Soul shook his head.
"I'll carry her." Soul insisted. Dr. Stein just smiled.
When they arrived at Death City, Dr. Stein put stiches in the wound on her arm and put a cast around her leg. When he was finished, he walked out of the medical room to see Soul waiting eagerly by the door.
"Is she okay?" He asked.
"Yep! The surgery was a success." Dr. Stein grinned. "You can go in there if you want."
Soul rushed in and saw Maka sleeping and the machine with her heartbeat was going steady. He sat by her bed and refused to leave until she woke up. A few days later, she finally opened her eyes.
"Jeez, you're a long sleeper." Soul joked. Maka blushed.
"Dr. Stein says you can come home tonight!" Soul said excitedly. Maka's eyes lit up.
"Yay! I couldn't imagine sitting in here for days, it sounds so boring." She said. Soul laughed. He was just glad she was alive and healthy.
"I'll cook dinner tonight." Soul said. Maka smiled. They both sat there for a little while longer chatting about random things. Then Soul got up to leave to start cooking dinner. Maka watched him get up and head for the door. But his hand hesitated on the knob. He walked back over to Maka suddenly and kissed her, then turned and walked out.
That night, they had fried shrimp and rice for dinner.
