Chapter Four

~ Maka ~

My body trembled with excruciation as I walked through the deserted corridor. Feeling the weight of my body try to crush my knees to the ground with every step I took. But no matter what, I refused to show myself any signs of weakness.

The boy with the golden eyes - I remembered him from the bus. I remembered that he was the one who asked me if I was okay when I broke down. And I remembered how much it had scared me.

I breathed deeply, feeling my broken lungs inside me inflate as I titled back my head. Watching as the lights above me disappeared from my gaze as I continued my walk down the corridor.

My converse squeaked at the laminate flooring as I got to the end. Turning to look from both left and right to decide where it was I wanted to continue my walk.

I stood there for a moment, feeling my head throb once more with the slight hammering of fists, causing me to place my palm against my forehead, as if I were able to catch the pain with the tips of my fingers.

The pain forced my eyes to water. Causing every sight around to blur into a mist of nothingness. And once I had realised that, I was able to notice how much me and my surroundings had in common. We were both nothing.

My nails scratched at the skin against my head. Feeling a whole new kind of pain take over me as I scratched away my flesh, leaving behind a jagged line of blood to just run down towards my nose.

And as I felt the heat of my blood stain my face once again, every kick, scratch and punch that was marked upon my body only a few days before - came back in a heap of excruciating pain.

Then the water from my eyes began the suffocating journey of bleeding down my cut up face. Flowing quickly in and out of every wound that had bound itself against my cheeks, more pain scratching at my entire body.

"Hey there..." The voice came from behind me. "What you doing gorgeous?"

Quickly, I dried my eyes. "Nothing that concerns you."

I quickly span on my heel, realising that although there was only one voice - two boys stood behind me. The both of them belonging to the football team.

They held their smirks proud upon their faces, their eyes wide with the desire to cause trouble as they locked their gaze, with my own.

"What do you want?" I asked, feeling my body tremble ever so slightly.

They both towered over me completely. Realising my insecurity of being much smaller than the both of them, they decided to use it to their advantage and proceed closer to my breaking body.

They dodged my question. "How you get those bruises?"

"I..." I stammered. "I fell."

"Bullshit," they laughed.

They continued to walk towards me, forcing me to back up closer to the wall that I so badly desired to weep against. But with every step they took, I continued to feel more exposed.

I began to feel afraid. "What do you want?"

The blue haired boy snickered. "It's more a question of who we want."

My lifeless heart thumped hard inside my squeezing chest. Threatening to snap at my ribcage and tear apart my lungs in which kept me breathing in that terrifying moment.

I didn't want them to touch me. As my back came into contact with the wall I felt the tremble of chills crawl up and back down my spine, which was when they reached out towards me.

The urge to back away consumed me, but as I tried to surpass the wall they had me up against, all I was able to do was struggle beneath their paining grasp, and try my hardest to escape their desirable possession.

"She's a fighter!" He one laughed. "Just my kind of girl."

I tried to rip my wrist out from their hold. "If you don't let go right now, I'll scream for help."

The other stepped closer. "Oh yeah? And who would listen to the likes of you?"

It hurt so bad - the fact that he was right. The fact that if I screamed, no one would come running to my rescue. I could scream and cry as much as I wanted, but I'd be left stranded in the grasp of these monsters.

But it didn't mean that I wasn't going to try.

I breathed in deeply. "Help!"

The sound of my shrieking voice startled them a great deal as they hesitated in front of me. Feeling their hands shake vigorously as they pushed and pulled at my body in order to make me stop.

"Someone help me!"

"Shut up!"

Their fist crushed into the despair of my flesh. Cracking at my ribs that rest painfully within the insides of my body, each one wanting to snap and smash into the depths of my stomach with every second I remained surrounded.

My suffocating breath gasped itself through my lips, as I felt the pain rein up inside me. Throbbing with every other ounce of pain I had experienced within the last few days, all coming together as if they had the power to devour me into a pit of nothing but despair.

I lifted my head. "Get off me."

They blue haired boy stood there stern. His eyes staring down at my vulnerable body with a stare that scared me deep down, but with every last bit of strength that I possessed inside me, I dared not to show any sign of weakness against his gaze.

"Did you not hear me?" I gritted my teeth. "I said get off me!"

Then without thinking, my right arm escaped his pinching grasp, and my palm was struck at the left side of his face, my nails scratching away the skin that shielded his pathetic monstrous face in the process.

Blood rose quickly. Red sticky liquid oozing from his fresh wounds and staining his stubble covered cheeks. His eyes widening in terror as it bled down his face and trailed towards the edge of his clenched jaw. A hideous amount of anger in his eyes as they locked themselves with mine.

He ordered, "grab her."

~ Death the Kid ~

I sat on a bench outside the building, overlooking the field as the sun beamed down upon my tiresome body. Heating up the skin on my face and forcing sweat to eagerly drip from my hairline.

My feet tapped against the ground as I desired for the time to pass by faster. Tilting back my head as if breathing in deeply would make my surroundings speed up, and after several attempts, it angered me when I realised it was never going to work.

I checked the time on my phone, watching as the time in the top right corner flashed 09:15. Frustration washing over me when I realised that I still had fifteen minutes left, before the bell would save me from the suffocating outside world.

"Get over there!"

The slam of an opening door and then a thud echoed from behind me, causing me to abruptly turn in the sounds direction.

The green eyed girl laid against the dirty covered ground clutching hold of her stomach in excruciating pain.

"Little shit!"

Ox and Black*star crowded round her helpless body as she struggled to push herself to a stand. But as she got to her knees Ox pushed her back down again, causing her to shriek as she hit the solid ground.

"You think you can hit me?" Black*star asked. "You think I'm gonna let you get away with that?"

She screamed as his foot collided with her arm. Dirt and blood staining her hoody as she rolled around whilst trying to escape the pain he brought to her delicately breaking body.

I threw myself from the bench, feeling the rise of my uncontrollable anger burning within my fists as I stormed towards them.

As I grew closer I saw the blood that stained her face, and the tears that stained her eyes. The both in which bound themselves against her already spoilt purity - only angering everything that sat restlessly inside my veins.

I grabbed a hold of the blue haired boy. "Back off Black*star!"

As I threw him aside, I watched him stumble to the ground, landing against his knees in the dirt.

By now Ox had noticed my presence, which caused him to step back from the situation.

"Piss of Kid," Black*star spat. "This doesn't involve you."

I raised my eyebrows. "You think I give a shit?"

The green eyed girl winced up at me, struggling with the question as to why it was I was defending her.

Black*star pushed himself up. "You will do."

"Is that a threat?" I stepped closer, "it better not be."

He chuckled. "What, you think I'm scared of you?"

I could feel my anger growing closer towards him. "I know you're scared of me."

"And what makes you think that?" He stepped closer, "because you have anger problems?"

She looked up at me again, but with a difference kind of expression. One that asked for help, an expression that was struggling to find the will to exist.

"I'm warning you Black*star." I hissed through my teeth. "Leave her alone."

He smirked. "Why?"

"Because she doesn't deserve this!"

She coughed against the ground. The slight dribble of blood passing through her lips as she closed her eyes in exhaustion. Breathing slowly as if the pressure of the situation was slowly killing her.

"Sure she doesn't." He crouched down towards her helpless body. "But she's still a pathetic, little, nothing."

And the last thing I remember I was charging towards him.

Before everything went black.