(A derelict tomb)
The eyes of the serpent snapped open with intense verve, her slumbering body slunked to life from a long dormancy. Medusa's joints snapped and popped, grinding like the wells of a great machine unoiled and abused by time. Her skin was without its vitality's it crinkled like paper. She did not look at herself, she did not look around, Her eyes were fixed forward looking at nothing that happened to be in the room. She could feel a new disturbance, she could feel something, perhaps and exquisite opportunity, no, something greater something familiar, it resonated in her soul, she knew it by all means, deep and unmistakable, she could feel the presence of her beloved child. And week though it was, she could feel her for the first time in so long. She cared not for whatever the world had become during her sleep, this was news. She placed her skeletal feet on the cold stone floor of her lair and stood. She raised her arms to the side, spreading her fingers and tilted her head to the vaulted blackness of the stone crypt. From all corners and crevices vast and many, came her army of serpents, slithering and roiling over the cracks and up the ancient stone brick. They came to her intimately coiling around her feet, burrowing in through her dry and brittle skin. they crawled their way in as she let out a dry howl, great storms of dust and smoke swirled from her mouth as the ages slipped from her dried carcass, life began to flood back into her, first from her fingertips refurbishing her nimble fingers and gorgeous nails, her feet, dry and cracked they were becoming what they once had been and on and on the transformation went, her Golden locks became moist and vibrant. That gray long haggish face contorting, snakes moving about under the flesh of her cheeks and forehead, rotting eyes changing. Color flooded her face, a sharp grin pulling at her mouth, as one final snake slithered its way under her flesh across her face it was clear that she was not a corpse anymore, she was again the feared gorgon sister Medusa, the patron witch of anarchy.
(In that faraway place)
The heels of Crona's boots clicked down the hall as she walked diligently toward the light of the reception office. The drug induced haze began to lift, as she slowly remembered who she was, where she was, she felt that emotion most dangerous to her and to all around her, pure black madness and unadulterated rage. "Contact!" a voice shouted down a hall bisecting her current path as a white suited guard came running, waving a shotgun from the hip. She held her palm out to the side, without missing a step in stride she impaled him through his lunge with a black spear from a distance of ten feet, he jerked the trigger of his gun as he fell breathlessly on the floor, blood filling his lung, some of the blood was not his own. She didn't miss a beat as yet more guards came, she dispatched them one after another with efficiency and without mercy. A scythe like blade protruded from a self inflicted wound on her palm, it was made of the black blood and as more foolish men came to her path they could see there final reflection in her black sanguinary blade. "containment has been lost! Code Veronica! Call in code Veronica!" one gaurd spat just before the blackened glaive sliced through his skull from behind separating his upper cranium from his jaw and the rest of his body wich tumbled like jelly onto the concrete floor a final guard lay cowering but still pointing his pistol at her as it rest loosely and unwilling in his hand, she paid him very little mind at that moment. His back lain against the metal bars of the breach. As she came near the iron bars slammed shut with jarring bang of metal on metal. The guard flinched, his finger jerking against the polished steal trigger, the barrel cracked with fire spitting its impotent lead ball ammunition. They pierced her unflinching frame. As she came nearer he emptied his entire magazine, careless to save that one final bullet for himself. She grabbed him by the caller. "you can open the door.." she said under the blare of sirens but he knew what she said. "i cant!, this place is locked down, now were both stuck." Crona smiled wide showing her immaculate and pronounced white teeth. "but your the key." she declared through her cliched teeth and eyes so maddeningly wide. She grabbed the hair of the man's skull by the root. With strength beyond her stature she lifted him off his feet slamming his face into the bars. The guard screamed, a primal shriek of panic and pain and pain...and pain that echoed down the hall, his face twisting in horror and bleeding from a gash that had been pounded into his fractured skull. She pushed, though he struggled desperately, he wanted to live but she was determined to make him suffer and die for her unjust imprisonment. She pushed so hard, so hard that the skin of his checks instantly bruised against the hard iron bars, the slick blood gushing down his grimacing face lubricating as he painfully slid centimeters at a time through the bars until finally in an excruciating snap his entire head slipped through the bars. The blood rushed to his head, he blacked out from the tidal wave of blood flooding his brain. Crona grabbed him by the ankles and finished him off by jerking him back, and snapping his neck against the iron bars. She dropped his lifeless body as it slumped against the bars.
(death City active duty apartments)
The past was brighter than the future that she foresaw. Maka did not regret her past friendship with soul even if she grew completely apart from the person he was now. But she chose to remember him as he was. Maka took a very rare day off from work, she took the day to spend sorting through soul's things, she would bag up his cloths and box up things better suited to be thrown into a box, or not thrown, despite their words she took care to be respectful of his property most of which, yes she had more or less gotten for him, she placed it all neatly into the boxes, folding the cloths before stuffing them in the bag as a last parting favor for him as they likely would not be folded again until he found someone else to do it for him. She put everything, from his clothes to his Xbox, out in the hallway of the apartment building where he could come and collect his things. This was a turning point in her life, she told herself multiple times that it was a positive turning point and that it was better to be alone than to suffer though a relationship that lost all of its mutual love. Still she wished that she had someone to talk to, just someone, even her father, but even he, as useless has he was at times, had a job and was in the middle of doing said job, he didn't have time to run over and comfort his little girl as much as he would have been over joyed at her very consideration of calling him for once. She tried to smile and think next about the possibilitys, maybe there would be someone else in her life soon. But that was something that made her deeply depressed, beyond depressed, there was only one person she wanted in her life, but Crona was gone, she realized again as she had countless times before, Crona was gone, she was never going to see her again and it was pointless to hold out forever for her. She did not cry as she did the night before, this realization had broken her so many times before but now for the first time she was numb to the pain. She sat heavily on her couch having finally sorted everything out. She picked up the T.V. remote and turned it on. For the convenience of this story the television just happened to be set on the news where man with outrageously fine hair told the top stories of the day. "and now we must announce an urgent news bulletin. We are gathering reports In regards to an escaped lunatic from the timber creek asylum for the criminally insane." Maka squinted pointing the remote to the monitor and turning up the volume. "after an extremely vilent slaughter or what could have been a shoot out in the asylum leaving twenty five men and women dead, a single patent was known to escape, the residence of timber creek have been warned not to leave their homes and to lock their doors and window but encouraged to be highly vigilant, no name or information on the patent is available at news time..." Maka's Body Became heavy, she hardly noticed the hazy feeling that came over her as she was pulled closer to the screen by an unknown force in her own body. She had the urge to sit there, sit there until she knew more. But there was a knock at the door that woke her from the trance with a start. She looked over at it, she considered the door and who was on the other side, still she sat heavily as yet another knock rapped on the door, her body was so very very..heavy