Sorry I haven't been updating, writers block you know.
Okay back to the story.
"Maka, you have to tell me what's going on.", Soul pleaded, looking down at her with strained, sad eyes.
Before he'd even determined what he'd just witnessed, she ran past him. After frantically running down a few more corridors and down a few more stairs she'd reach the entrance. On the way there she could hear the low sound of footsteps after her, no doubt it was Soul. This time she was determined, there was no way she would return. The warm feeling of his embrace was too much to bare, it had been too good to be true and in a matter of time she'd only wake up from this dream of hers, that felt too sweet to be apart of the cold depths of reality.
She reached the door.
"Never again. I can't stay. Stop hesitating!", she thought as she reluctantly took a slow step forward.
One step, then another, and in no time she'd broken into a run. She finally escaped, she was out the door and running to the only place she'd been momentarily familiar with. The park? Maybe further? She didn't know. The cobblestone melted away below her feet and soon was replaced by the scratchy, gruff sound of worn shoes clattering against the cold pavement. She was on her way, a part of her told her she knew exactly where she needed to go, but the other threatened a place where she'd no longer know suffering. The warm, inviting home she'd entered in which she'd have no choice but to surrender sooner or later. A life of luxury is nothing, it's only a faint dream.
"The apartment.", the image of the small apartment flooded her mind.
There was no way he'd be able to find her there, he'd never be able to pick the abandoned apartment out from the rest. It looked fully inhabited due to the junk spread around it, in which was abandoned by the previous tenant. No one ever complained and nobody threw them away, even Medusa hadn't seemed to care. However, she couldn't say the same thing about Maka's multiple intrusions of the idle apartment.
It seemed to take an hour to get there, as every step she took seemed to weigh down the further away he ran from the mansion, from the soft bed, from the great food, from Soul. Everything piled heavily onto her mind with no mercy shown, the only way to shut out the thoughts would surely be to abandon them. Just as someone she'd once known had done, she's forget everything and only care for herself. That would be the easy way out.
"Right?", she pressured herself.
"Wrong. You didn't forget about me did you?", this time a different voice had crept into her mind. It was a familiar, shark-like voice.
"Soul? Where are you?", she turned around, seeing no one beside her, in front, or behind her what-so-ever.
"Huh?", she sighed a bit in slight relief, breaking into another run.
She'd familiarized herself on the short ride there, mapping out an escape route if necessary. No matter the circumstances, she'd always be prepared. The houses began to blur past her, as she ran even faster, nearly defying the speed of an average person. How she was able to move so fast, was still a mystery. Her body had definitely been ill-nourished, she wasn't treated to any constant meals or healthy vitamins, or whatever the normal kids had added to their daily athletic lives. However, she was certainly used to running, speeding away from her enemies, or simply to her next destination.
On her way down the long streets she'd managed to take a few cuts through various fields, no matter what she wanted to be sure Soul wouldn't follow her. If he had there's no doubt she wouldn't be able to get away this time, not without some kind of transportation and at this point she was at a disadvantage. After all, he had a motorcycle, she had legs.
"Almost there.", she reassured herself, hopping over yet another fence.
This time she'd reached a park, it was different from the others she'd seen so far. This one was empty, it consisted of nothing but a field, a pile of sand filled with volley-ball nets and two goals set on a field made precisely for soccer games. This park was dry, it had no real taste as it looked like it'd been abandoned far too long ago, as it lay there in the middle of nowhere, absolutely deserted.
"This park.", she thought, as she was suddenly familiarized with her surroundings, "Impossible, I got here that fast?".
Now it was certain, there would be no going back. She mapped out the route to the small complex in her head as she tread once more down the slippery road, covered with morning frost. The familiar shapes of graffiti lined the walls as she wrapped her footsteps around curve after curve, making her way quietly to the familiar, abandoned place she called hell, also known as her luxurious home.
Without a moment of hesitation she flung the door open, running inside and knealing down, holding her stomach. The run had taken allot out of her, she hadn't predicted it'd take so much energy running back.
"I hadn't thought I'd be coming back.", she sighed to herself, setting her newly found book onto the floor, "Guess I won't be returning it.".
"Perfect, you're here. We'd thought you'd miss out on all the fun.", an unwelcoming voice called behind her.
She turned around to see two pairs of eyes glaring down at her. The two men flicked on the dim lights, revealing their blood thirsty grins plastered onto their faces. The hate was unquestionable, a spark of madness surfaced the inside of their minds, slowly eating away at their very soul. She didn't know how, she just knew it was happening. A gut wrenching feeling surfaced within her. Fear had finally arrived.
"My legs.. are numb. I won't be able to run. I'm out of breath, I can't fight.", she panicked silently.
"Let's rip her apart shall we?", the tall man cooed.
"Weren't there three of you?", she chimed up in her best voice, intending to put on a mask of bravery.
"What's it to you?", the short one retorted.
"He didn't exactly want to cooperate, he didn't leave well enough alone and let's just say we don't like nosy trash. Our only other option was to throw him away.", the tallest laughed, his eyes seemingly peering through her soul.
"Stop fooling around, kill the brat.", a low voice commanded through a small earpiece she'd noticed in both mens ears.
"Yes Ma'am.", they replied.
"Who are you talking to?", she asked, unable to hear the low voice in the earpieces.
"None of your business you damn brat!", he commanded, taking a step closer.
"Maka..", she murmured.
"CHOP!", she screamed, forcing a book into the undeserving skull of the tallest man.
"DAMNIT!", he rubbed his injured cranium, looking to the other man blocking the door.
[Mean-While]
"Soul. What's going on?", Kid asked, standing in the opposite doorway.
"Sorry Kid, I have to go.", he replied, staring down at the floor.
"Why? What happened? Is it Maka?"
"Yeah, I need to go get her.", he replied reluctantly.
"Is she alright?"
"I don't know, that's why I have to leave."
"I should come too. I'll take Liz and Patty."
"No, I need to do it alone, she won't come back if you're with me. I don't know if you've noticed but she isn't exactly around here, she's not that trusting. I can't even tell if she trusts me at this point, but it doesn't matter now.", he clenched his fists,
"I need to bring her back, having her here against her will is better than her ending up anywhere else, at least here we're not a bunch of creepy weirdos..", he sighed.
"Soul did something happen? Where exactly did you say you met her?", Kid stepped forward, offering a curious glance.
"I told you, it doesn't matter.", he hopped on his bike, "I'm wasting time here. I need to go now.", he said, starting the engine.
He nodded, watching reluctantly as Soul sped away on his motorcycle, asymmetrically pulling out of the garage.
"COME BACK HERE AND DO IT AGAIN!", he shouted, gathering Liz and Patty's attention, proceeding to hold him back and prevent the obsessive child from hurting anybody, or himself.
[Apartment]
"Out of my way!", Maka screamed, praying she would somehow come across as a brave soul.
"You're out of your mind if you think you're getting away you little brat.", the short man chided, blocking the exit.
"I don't care what you say, there are other people living in this building they're bound to here me!", she began to raise her voice.
"Actually, the buildings been evacuated. A mysterious fire went off in one of the lower complexes, I wonder how that happened.", the taller man laughed, regaining feeling in his skull.
"You idiots would go that far just for something as stupid as this?", she sighed in disgust.
"Well, we did have a helping hand in the matter but she won't be doing the dirty work. She'll be taking care of another brat for the moment, I think you might know him. What's his name again Giriko? Please, refresh my memory.", the short man let out yet another disturbing laugh.
"Hmm, let me think Noah. Oh that's right, it's the Evans brat. Soul Eater.", he laughed in response, watching in amusement as Maka clenched her fists.
"Bastards..", she mumbled.
"What? If you don't want the brat getting hurt, you should let us now. It's not too late, you know.", Giriko laughed once more.
"Your first mistake was giving me your names, your second mistake was expecting to win a fight with me. Your third, and final mistake, is just that. Nobody is touching Soul, I don't care who you are.", she grit her teeth.
This time she hadn't been faking the bravery, her fear had been replaced with hate and anger. Though she was relieved it was gone, getting reckless with the situation would undermine the point of strength and bravery. Even then a fight wouldn't carry a promising outcome, she'd yet to regain the strength in her legs, and was still trying to catch her breath. At this rate, the winner would be determined before the fight had even started.
"Who cares what you think. The jobs probably already done, as for you, what do you care? You ran away didn't you? He was obviously going to leave you eventually. Who wouldn't? Right?", Noah laughed, nodding to Giriko as he stood up behind Maka.
"They're surrounding me.", she thought, analyzing her surroundings, "If I try moving to the side there's no doubt with the weight on my legs, I won't be fast enough. If I try sliding past Noah there's a good chance I won't make it, or Giriko will just catch me. If I stay still, i'm dead. Damnit."
"Hey look, she's shaking!", Giriko laughed.
"How cute, the brat's scared. Let's do it now.", he laughed as well, gripping Maka by the neck.
He lifted her up off of the ground by her neck, slamming her back into a nearby wall. It was unbearable it was the first time in a very long time she'd actually felt helpless. Aside from that, all she could think about was the safety of her friends. She only prayed he had given up his search, staying within the safety of the mansion. However, another part of her prayed for his help. The comforting hug, the kind gestures, the glow in his broken smile. It was too much, it overwhelmed her to the point of confusion. She'd taken the dream as a warning, but now she knew why it had taken place in her dusty apartment.
There was no doubt about it, she was certainly going to die here.
