Alright…here's chapter seven everyone and for the record due to a little insulting comment (that I've already deleted) I want to say that I do not use the phrase "Your favorite author" literally and don't even have the ego enough to consider myself such a thing and I'd consider it an unfair title. I also want to say again, this is my first Soul Eater fan fic so some characters may be a little out of their normal personality and I apologize if I butchered anyone's favorite soul eater character. Lastly, I realize that my story has a little inconsistency; I realized that like halfway through but I already started writing so I might as well finish instead of punking out. My story isn't perfect but I do love it so that being said, to any flamers out there (like the one that motivated me to write this notice) please don't bark at me about things I already know, thank you. To the rest of you guys enjoy the story and thanks for supporting my story despite its flaws. Keep that thanks in mind because I have a piece of regrettably bad news to share with you all at the "end" of this chapter and you may hate me for it.

It was dark and I was alone, and then I heard a whisper and it wasn't anymore.

"Let me help you." The whisper said. Somehow it was familiar… The darkness turned into an eerie blood red light all around me and it was as if my world was enraged.

"Let me help you Kid." It said more forcefully causing my world to spin and making me fall to my knees. I knew this voice. Each word was drawn out into a hiss of a whisper.

"LET ME HELP YOU!" The snake voice roared making my eardrums split. This voice was my madness. I hated this voice and all I wanted was for it to stop.

"Go Away!" I yelled. "You torture me while I'm awake, now you want me to be restless too, where do you get off?!"

"I only want to help you." My madness purred evilly with a twisted smile.

"I don't want your help!" I cried. "I don't want to hear your lies!"

I thought back to when I was a child and my father would teach me in the backyard of the manor under the weeping willow tree. The first thing he taught me was to never listen to anything from the madness within me. "The more you give into the madness the more you lose yourself Kid." He'd said.

"But how are you going to fight your dad Kid? Are you just going to walk into the death room, start a fight, and then let yourself lose like no one would notice?" My madness chuckled. "They'd know something was up the minute you lost you idiot."

I thought for a moment still wanting desperately to ignore these words but I knew they were true. It was simple common sense, if I initiated a fight it was up to me to win it especially if it was against my father. No matter how hard I wanted to deny it my madness was probably right but I couldn't let him knew that I thought that.

"Well since you think my plan is wrong, please enlighten me." I replied attempting to get over my fear and sound just as venomous. I was not going to be afraid. I stood to my feet and glared straight at my madness determined to stand my ground.

"Well you spoiled little snot, this might come as a surprise to you but you can't always march in and get everything you want just because you demand it. People aren't always going to quake in the midst of your little tantrum and cave in."

I sighed. I wanted this…whatever it was, to be over. I wanted peace, I wanted sleep and when I didn't get sleep I was irritable. "Hurry the hell up and get to the point you useless and pathetic portion of a soul I'm tired and I've grown impatient."

"Listen you quick tempered boy, here's the plan if you choose to accept it and quit obeying your lying father." If you let me out and cause enough chaos, your father will have no choice but to step in. Release me, steal a few souls, kill a few pathetic mortals for their being imperfect, and your daddy will challenge you to a fight which you then ultimately lose. Then you will be suspected of nothing." My madness finished.

I thought for a second and came to an unfortunate conclusion.

"You're—you're right." I said lowering my head. I forced the last word out; I pulled it out as if it were a poisonous thorn. I didn't want my madness to be right but he was. I wanted my father to battle with me but of course first I needed his full attention.

"Of course I'm right Kiddy. You would have realized earlier if you hadn't been taught that right, wrong, good, and evil nonsense. Now, do we have an agreement?"

I nodded curtly unable to force myself to form words and still unable to believe what had just come out of my mouth seconds before.

"Oh stop looking so grim you'll thank me for this later."

I sighed not even hiding my impatience or irritation. "Can I just go back to sleep now, I'm tired of this conversation. " I said.

"What are you asking me for? Go to sleep or don't; I don't really care besides this is all happening in your head anyway. My madness replied before fading into darkness.

I was alone again then I felt myself falling and then…I woke up.

I drew in a breath to calm myself. Everything was ok, I hadn't shifted and everything around me hadn't moved a bit and Maka was still fast asleep. Try as I might, I knew no more sleep was going to come to me so it was futile to remain stationary in bed.

I slipped out of bed careful not to cause too much of a disturbance then made my way out of the bedroom keeping my footsteps light and next to soundless. I continued on down the hallway not bothering with the light since my eyes could see through piercing darkness.

I was headed toward the kitchen hoping that perhaps if I made myself a cup of tea would help with my slumber but I stopped midway there when I heard a crash that sounded like dropping plates. I didn't have to wonder who caused the disturbance for too long when I heard the worried innocent voice of one of my dear pistols; this voice was much too innocent to have belonged to Elizabeth.

"Oh man, I'm dead if I accidentally woke Kid up because of this mess." She said in a whisper.

I quietly leaned in the kitchen doorway and observed the scene which was quite humorous.

The china cabinet was open with a few plates threatening to teeter over the edge and Patty had her right hand outstretched holding them in place. In her left hand she held a plate of cookies which she was barely holding with her fingers. On the ground lay three shattered plates, which I could easily guess was the crash I'd heard.

"Patty what have I said about snacking so late?" I asked probably a little more snappish than I intended due to my lack of sleep.

Patty jumped at the sound of my voice and the plates that she was desperately holding in place moved closer to the edge. "You… said not to." She responded hesitantly and as if her answer was a question in itself.

"And yet…here you are; why?"

"I couldn't sleep and I was hungry."

I sighed and gave Patty a hand with the mess that she'd made. Using my powers I pushed the plates back into the cabinet and with a clap of my hands and snap of my fingers repaired the ones she broke then placed them back in with the rest. Patty put her right arm down and strengthened her grip on her plate of cookies, inching her little fingers closer to the middle of the plate to stabilize it then placed it on the counter.

"I didn't wake you up did I?" she asked sitting herself on the island counter top facing her body to me.

"No, I couldn't sleep either actually." I answered her as I started heating up the water for my tea. "If my madness isn't the death of me sleep deprivation definitely will be."

I leaned on the side of the counter and faced her.

"Kid are your eyes supposed to be glowing?" she asked as she grabbed a cookie and began snacking on it.

"Yes, this is how my eyes react with the darkness. It comes in handy I mean darkness is my domain so it helps to be able to see in it."

There was a moment of silence between us both, then Patty broke it.

"I think Liz and I will move back to Brooklyn after your eighteenth birthday." She said quietly with her head lowered her eyes focused on her half eaten cookie.

"Why?" I asked I giving her an expression that displayed my sudden curiosity.

"It's obvious we aren't much use to you since we aren't close enough to being where we should be, and I can't think of another miester that could wield us. We've thought of so many people even Black Star but none of them match up. She paused and took a breath then continued. "There is no reason to stay at the DWMA without a miester so we will just go."

"You aren't going to leave like that. Even if I'm not your miester someone will be and I know who."

"But my sister and I have thought of everyone. Who would possibly—"

"Maka will take you two as weapons."

Patty stared at me dumbfounded before finally asking the single question: "What?"

"Maka will be your new miester." I replied emphasizing every part of the sentence. I took the boiling hot water off of the stove and poured it into my cup then added a "Sleepy Time" tea bag to the water with a couple of teaspoons of sugar. As I stirred it in I watched her expression as it changed from dumbfounded to thoughtful .

"When did you decide this?" she asked.

"Earlier tonight when I realized that she was the only person who even has a chance at using you and your sister. She's just as strong of a miester as I am and it is possible that you two will have about the same bond with her as you have with me."

I motioned for her to get off of the counter and follow me to the dining room table. She pulled out a chair and sat next to me. She kept her head down seemingly focusing on the cookie that was in her hands.

"Our bond with her will never be the same as it is with you ya know." She said in a serious tone with a shake of her head. "You've done more for us than anyone can. You've treated us with kindness, and given us a place to live as well as strengthened us both. No one else can do anything close to what you've done for us."

I smiled to myself and chuckled. "I guess you're right. You want to know what I thought of you two when I first saw you?" I asked

"You didn't have much time to think, sis had my barrel pointed at your head." Patty said giving me a smile.

"You do realize that I could have easily gotten myself out of that predicament right? I wasn't concerned with the fact that a gun was pointed at me, in fact the entire time I was reading you both like an open book."

"What did you see in us?" Patty asked.

. I took a sip from my cup then conjured up a bowl of sugar cubes from which I took eight and added them to my tea. I remembered the first time I met my pistols. I remembered the ferocity in their eyes, and the strength of their souls. While Liz had the burning barrel of Patty pointed at my head I had seen in her, an unfortunate past and an uncertain future. In her sister I saw much of the same.

"I saw two girls who were furious fighters but their strength was misplaced. I knew that if I had the privilege of using that strength, the bond that we three would create would be beautifully in sync as well as perfectly lethal. "

I took another sip then continued.

"Also in both of your souls is a fierce independence. You don't need a miester to wield you and if one wanted to be your miester they'd need your permission first. You didn't need me but you allowed me to use you and I find that pretty remarkable."

Patty cast me a smile. "Well we found it awfully remarkable that the grim reaper's son found any use in us. Why didn't you just judge and punish us, I mean we kind of did make a lot of mistakes in our past."

I hummed in thought for a moment what Patty had said was of course true. It wasn't uncommon for humans to be judged because of past mistakes; often their life would be shortened.

"There was a certain mercy when I was given the option of what to do with your souls. As I read them, I saw many misfortunes in their past and it was at that moment I decided to completely ignore your past mistakes and give you two a better life. There wasn't a single move that you made in your past that wasn't warranted; I understood that the pressure of your situation caused you to turn to other options."

OK I'm sorry. I can't finish this story. I feel TERRIBLE for not doing so but I just can't. I am mentally incapable of getting past this point and I realize that most of it is due to the fact that I didn't think the plot through enough especially the filler parts. I said I'd do another chapter and well I thought I'd keep that promise by uploading what I DID manage to type up. It was my error as a writer for not thinking this through and I truly apologize. I can't continue on feeling like I wrote everyone a little out of character and I'd feel awful if I just shoehorned a plot to continue, you all deserve better than that. I also realize the fact that I focused a little too much on the whole "kid being angsty" thing and didn't focus enough on solving his issues.. and if I'm honest with myself I should have left the romance thing with Maka out. It seemed like a good idea at first but now I see the problem with that. IF I find a way to mend all the mistakes I made in this fanfiction I will come back to this story but for right now I have to discontinue it but the good news is that my mind is always coming up with story ideas; I have a ton of them for soul eater and one or two of them for what I dare to call the Loki trilogy (Thor, Thor the Dark World, and the Avengers). Thank you all for reading through my story even is it may have had quite a few flaws. Constructive criticism is welcome but please don't flame or be rude or I'll delete your comment. (Stopping in seven chapters Kid would be ashamed I'm garbage asymmetrical garbage :'-( ) I hope you all understand and don't hate me I normally try to finish and trust me I was looking forward to Kid's showdown with his dad…but a sucky story with a lot of action and no plot is just lazy. If anyone has any brainstorms and would like to help me with this writer's block I'd be grateful. You needn't worry if anyone helps me I'll give them full credit for their ideas but right now I am out of them for Death the Kid's Eighteenth.