A.N. Sorry that I haven't updated in forever, but I lost my computer and dropped my phone in the lake right before a vacation without internet access and wasn't able to do much of anything about it.
Crona POV
There was nothing I could do. Ragnaroc could tear apart the whole building if he wanted, Medusa didn't care. So, I guess, I won't either. The danger will come, and it will kill me, if I do not kill it first. This isn't fair! Why did it have to be me, me who was born Medusa's child. She doesn't love, or care.
I am an experiment.
She will get her data, and if I am not good, if I don't do exactly as she says, she could throw me away like any other botched experiment.
But I can not help that.
I can sit in corners all I want, but that wont change my fate.
A crazed smile makes its way onto my face. I pick up one of the rusty old knives littering the floor of my corner, and stab it into the wall.
when danger comes, I will kill it. No one shall escape alive.
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Maka POV
The night had gone on, and I was trying to -Ahem- 'convince' Soul to come on the mission.
"If you don't come, I wont cook for you ever again. You'll starve!"
"I already am, your cooking stinks."
"I'll never help you with Steins homework again!"
"I'll bet Tsubaki will, if I ask her nicely enough."
Time to bring out the big guns.
"Your reputation will be ruined. Who would look up to a guy who turned down a mission specially assigned by the Shinigami! How uncool is that? No one would like you. Everyone would leave you in the dust, wondering where it all went wrong."
Soul's head turned towards me, eyes wide and fearful.
"You wouldn't."
"Yes I would. Everyone in the school would know, everyone we know would know. Even Excalibur would be more popular and cool than you."
One...Two...Three...
"Argh! Alright, I'm coming. But if things start to get bad, or if you get hurt, were leaving. No questions asked."
"Promise." Soul stuck our his hand, and I shook it. He smirked, and seemed satisfied.
I doubt he would be if he saw my fingers, crossed behind my back as we left for the town.
Crona POV
I had been awaiting danger for about an hour. The wall behind me was now full of knives. Each one represented another fear, another crazed thought. Each one delivered a satisfying crunch as it smashed through the plaster, and embedded itself into the wood backing behind it.
Each one stays.
Ragnaroc had destroyed the place, and in the process, found a decades old jar of pickles. It now lay smashed on the ground, it's contents strewn throughout the rubble. He busied himself by sucking down as many pickles as he could salvage from the bits of plaster and glass.
"AHHH! MY HAND!"
I turned to look at the great beast, to see Black blood dripping from a cut wound on his hand. The blood stained his glove, and, ruined his pickle.
"Emo much?" I said, something I would only do while in the grasps of this new crazed confidence.
He laughed, and turned, rising up and bashing me on the head with his now blood coated pickle.
"Everybody knows that you're the Emo one. You wright depressing poetry, have sleepless bags under your eyes, AND you cut yourself."
I turn towards the wall, smiling. He's right. I do all of those things.
"But Ragnaroc, I only cut myself to do 'Bloody Needle'. And you're the one cutting yourself now, on accident, with a pickle jar. Personally, I think that's sadder by a mile than me cutting myself for fighting purposes."
He stopped hitting me, and turned back around.
"Well," I said, standing up and tossing my last knife at the wall. "We'd better get ready. The Shinigami will have noticed the souls by now. We're going to be ambushed." I called him back into my blood, and into a sword. The ony thing left was to wait. Again.
Maka POV
"Soul."
"Hmm?"
I could feel the demon sword, getting closer. We would be there in only a few minutes. Then the fight would begin.
"Were Here."
I stepped towards the rotting old house that rested on the outskirts of Death City. The paint was peeling, and the door handle rusted. Before I could open the door, a voice called out.
"Why should you go in there? There's nothing to find."
I whirled around, Soul ready to attack.
"Everything's out in the open. You can see it all, if your looking."
A figure came out from behind the dead old oak in the front lawn. He wasn't short, but he wasn't very tall either. The person was almost scarily skinny, and was holding a black and white sword almost as big as he was.
I knew who he was.
"Demon sword Ragnaroc and meister. Your soul has become a Kishin egg."
I ran up to the boy in record speed.
"And we have come to claim it."
The boy seemed afraid, but stepped into the light.
"I can't help that you came. I am useless enough already, but I know, I know I can at least kill you!"
I was shocked. The boy was about our age, possibly younger, just as the Shinigami had said, but he wasn't a nasty type. His shoulder-length choppy hair was pink, and his eyes a piercing ice blue. His face was determined, but sad and apologetic at the same time. He wasn't evil. I could tell that much from the soul hidden deep inside him.
"Why are you hesitating!" cried Soul. "Kill him already, before he hurts you!"
I ignored soul. I had to give this boy a chance. I couldn't just kill him. He deserved a chance.
"Boy! What is your name?"
He looked shocked, as if no one had ever bothered to ask him before. his eyes changed as well, from the piercing blue to a softer blackish-grey color.
"My name is Crona Gorgon," He replied, with less confidence than before.
Crona Gorgon, hmm? strange name.
"I am Scythe-Meister Maka, and this is my Weapon, Soul."
If I could get him to open up a bit,, tell me why he's doing all of this.
"You aren't any different from the others. You've come to kill me! You kill my kind without mercy! But it's not our fault! Not my fault."
Crona seemed on the verge of tears, but was collected in seconds. All emotion he had shown was suddenly back behind lock and key, and his eyes were ice blue again.
"But no matter. You are like the others sent to destroy me. So like the others, I will destroy you before you can touch me."
He pointed the sword in our direction and charged. I dodged, and blocked his attack. Another thrust, another slash, each narrowly missing us.
"Why are you doing this!" I called, and the sword grazed my cheek, leaving a small cut.
"Because if I don't, the lady will abandon me! She will leave me on the side of the road, because I am useless."
He backed me up against the house, and held his sword to my neck. His face was almost apologetic, or at least as apologetic as someone can be when they're about to murder you. He raised his sword above his head while his eyes flashed to blue again, preparing for one last blow.
"Goodbye, little rabbit."
