AN: Sorry guys for lack of update on stories. Like. . .ugh College Apps/School/writers block. I constantly kept thinking on writing. But no ideas, and all this HW and pressure. Sorry for the possible short/possibly rushed chapter. But it's something. Forgive my sloppy work. *bows* yeah I know Asura is a bit OOC. But whatevers.

Third Person POV:

As Maka walked down the hall, constant screams could be heard from the opposite direction. She didn't want to cause too much noise, otherwise Asura would hear her. She winced in fear on what he'll do to her if she's caught. Maka left lost, worried, and afraid. The Demon God of Insanity was in close proximity. She shivered on thought.

"I have to get out of this place, but this mansion is so big. The front doors are in the opposite direction where the unfortunate souls are screaming. There has to be another way out. There has to another way to get to the entrance. Once I'm out of here, I'll go see Soul and the gang, everything will be fine. Just calm down, remember everything school has taught you. " She thought and took a silent deep breath.

Maka quietly walked from hall to hall looking for a stair case. "Maybe it would've been better for me to just jump out of a window and land in a dead bush or tree branch. " she muttered and sighed

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Maka heard behind her back. It all happened too fast. She felt something wrap around her neck instantly and it started to tighten. Out of instinct, Maka grabbed it and tried to pray it off with no avail. A scarf?!

"S-shit" Maka choked out. Maka's lungs burned for air.

"That's not very nice to say, dear Maka. Stop struggling. And Sleep for a bit. Let your mind go. " The voice that obviously belonged to Asura said. Maka felt the scarf pull her backwards; her consciousness is starting to fade. Her grip around the scarf, loosened. Her arms became limp.

Asura chuckled darkly, as he manipulated his scarves dragging his dear little pet towards him.

"I told you not to move, yet you disobey me." He said. He wrapped his thin arms around Maka and soon his scarves on her limp limbs. He nuzzled his head on the crook of her neck.

"Your soul looks delicious, yet your emotions are intriguing. It's so odd that I don't feel fear around you. Everyone wants to kill me, you have no intentions of kill me. . . right?" He muttered. He placed butterfly kisses on her neck and chuckled darkly again.

"Don't ever run away again, Dear Maka."