Soul Eater doesn't belong to me. . . But Fix Me, Evans and my stuffed Soul doll do!

Soul: I'm stuffed?!

Me: Duuuuhhhhhh! Dude your about as real as a Beverly Hills Heiress's boobs!

Soul: That's a cold comparison -_-"

Me: Tis the truth! And the truth must be told!

~And now, Chapter 11~

Chapter 11: Crashing Down

Tuesday, 6:45 P.M.

Evans POV

I seriously had a lot of explaining to do.

It had all started when Maka suddenly disappeared from my arms. At first I was panicked and spent a good majority of my time jumping from realm to realm searching for her. I was convinced that all was lost and returned back to Maka's madness when suddenly she was there standing before me.

"Oh my God Maka I'm so glad you're alive! You had me worried sick! Now what's say we-"

"That's enough Evans, I remember everything. I think its time for you to start talking." She said with her voice as cold as ice.

I froze, how in the world did she remember everything so fast? She was gone for all of fifteen minutes! There was no way she could have remembered everything so quickly.

Unless. . . .

Unless she had been trying to remember her past earlier, that would explain why she was acting so strange recently. I looked at her blazing green eyes and smiled, she really was a sharp one wasn't she? One could get lost in eyes like those. I scratched the back of my head and looked down, where do I start?

"How about you start from the beginning and we will work from there." She started

I sat down, conceding defeat. There was no way I could tell her the whole truth but with the way her eyes were staring at me a better tell her some of the truth about the situation.

The truth about me could wait just a bit longer. I smiled to myself,

I seriously had a lot of explaining to do.

Saturday, 5:36 P.M.

Asura's POV

This wasn't the first choice for a secret hideout, but then again it was the best that I could do on such short notice. I stared up at the rusting textile factory and curled my lip in disgust, how cliché could it get? The roof was caving in and filled with old corroding I-beams, weeds were popping up out of the concrete foundation and broken machines and their missing parts lay strewn across the floor. Honestly it looked like something out of an action flick where the bad guys would usually hide. I walked inside and threw Maka's still body on the floor; I suppose I would have to heal her before I went back inside her body.

I looked down at the hands of the witch girl, she was gone. Her life force had been forced out of her when I entered her. That was too bad, now I didn't have a catalyst and I don't think I could find some one with her low power level again. I looked up at the blazing sky that shone through the openings in the roof, what did her power level matter any way? I needed some one even more powerful to try and attempt the recovery ceremony.

I had done my research, in the event that the first ritual was interrupted you had one of two options to follow, none of which were easy. The first option was to wait at least a month to start the process over again which was a luxury that I couldn't afford; the DWMA would be on my trail long before then. The second option was to have a sacrifice that had an immortal soul and was equipped with magic. There were two people who I knew for a fact had the requirements, Maba and Death, and I was in no shape to fight either of them.

I paced the floor of my new hide out and clawed at my scalp. If only there was another choice! I couldn't go after either of them! Even if I tried it would be absolute suicide! Realization struck me like lightning and I felt a rise of laughter burst out of my mouth. Of course! There had been another that resurrected me that first time! If my memory was right then I was sure that he had an immortal soul and possessed magic!

I sat down on the ground and took a deep breath, I needed to narrow in on his soul wavelength and find him fast. I closed my eyes and sent the witches soul wavelength out across the world. I couldn't risk using mine; Death would instantly narrow in on my location. Within seconds I received a direct ping back, apparently he knew the little witch whose body I was in. I could feel a creeping smile spread across my face, everything was falling into place.

I walked towards Maka's still body and braced myself; the body I was in was starting to disintegrate since the soul passed on. I needed to get out of there quickly before I was sucked into the afterlife as well. I felt the body peel off of my soul and fade into the wind as I reattached myself to Maka's body. The pain was excruciating but at least I had a body now. I threw on the clothes that I had left Maka's apartment in and headed out towards my destination.

So his name was Free huh?

I couldn't help but laugh at that; irony was just killing me today.

~End of Chapter 11~

Reviews are better than planning on killing an immortal magic wolf man :D

Soul: author, I think its time for you to tell the audience why Eruka had to die

Me: I don't wanna! It's embarrassing!

Soul: C'mon, they need to know some back story!

Me. . . . The reason why Eruka had to die was because I have this ritual of when I turn on my computer the first thing I do is play a game of solitaire. If I win then some one in my story has to die, as you can tell from reading the past chapters I don't win a lot. . . .

Soul: There ya go folks! That's how demented my author is! She decides people's fate with a game of Solitaire!

Me: Shut up Soul! No one asked you!