Everything hurt. His head, his chest, his muscles, his face, his legs, everything. His body quaked with anger and anticipation. Though he hadn't opened his eyes yet, he could tell they'd moved. He was in a different house now. Somewhere he was unfamiliar with. In fact, he couldn't quite place which room he was in, let alone whether he was still in Death City.

"Bring him here.", a soft voice commanded.

"Yes ma'am.", he recognized the voice and a few more hands on his body.

Giriko and whoever was with him, most likely Noah, had gripped the bottom of his arms and shoulders, hoisting him closer to the woman who'd apparently demanded a closer look.

"What's wrong with him.", she displayed no amount of sympathy.

"He's still out cold. We had to knock him out to get him here. He wouldn't be of much use, kicking and screaming.", chuckled the man he recognized as Noah.

He didn't want to open his eyes. If he'd kept his eyes shut, maybe they would leave him alone and let him rest. Though the odds were unlikely, it was even more likely that he was due for another beating the minute he woke up. He decided to keep up the charade, acting as limp as possible.

"No matter. Bring me my new toy.", she cooed.

"Yes Lady Arachne.", they said in unison, dropping the boy on the bed.

He was afraid now.

"Hello my pet.", she purred, "What is his name."

"The license says Soul Eater Evans."

When had they taken his license? Where was his wallet?

"The rich boy?"

He couldn't hear a response, so he assumed they'd nodded.

"He'll make a lovely new play mate. Get out of my sight. If I decide I won't keep him, you two may have what's left of him."

He definitely didn't like the sound of that.

A door shut and he was left alone with the woman he wanted nothing to do with. He so desperately wanted to run, to find Maka, to get out of this place, but as long as he was here she was safe.

"For now.", he thought.

He fought back a cringe as a few hands had run through his hair. They were soft, like a woman's'. There was a sharp set of nails attached to the finger tips, so he assumed the woman had been "petting" him.

"Wake up.", she commanded, tightening her grip on his hair.

To his surprise, it hurt, as he reluctantly forced his eyes open.

"Who are you.", he demanded.

"Lower your voice.", she snapped.

"What's going on lady, who are you!"

"Lower your voice.", she commanded once more.

"No! Not until you tell me where I am!"

"I've gotten quite lonely.", she sighed, clutching her shoulders, "You seem to be the replacement for my earlier play-mate. I'm not quite sure what happened to Asura."

Paralyzed with sudden fear, he made no movements. His breathing slowed and he'd found himself a victim to her wandering hands, which investigated nearly every inch of his body, though they never strayed below the waist. He was thankful. He couldn't handle anything that intimate now, not while he was so terrified. If anything, if that was truly what she wanted, he would put up a fight but somehow, he couldn't imagine himself as the winner. She'd had him outmatched in every current trait.

"You'll be a good little boy won't you?", she purred in his ear, pulling him closer to her chest.

He refused to respond.

She merely laughed as she gripped his body tightly, laying back down on the large bed. She refused to release him.


Every face on the street reminded her of him. He was everywhere, and nowhere. Even Black*Star had fooled her with his
spiky hair. In the shadows, when he stood tall, it almost looked as if Soul had been there with them.

Rescuing him was not going to be easy.

"Black*Star, how are we going to find him?", she finally asked, sewing her eyes to the ground.

"Easy. I'm Black*Star, I know where everybody is!"

"That doesn't exactly help our situation."

"Of course it does, I'm-"

"If you say "I'm Black*Star" one more time I swear to-"

"BLACK*STAR!", a kind voice screamed.

They both turned around and on the corner of the street, stood a pale Tsubaki.

"What is it Tsubaki?", he called back.

"Black*Star! Maka needs to run!", she looked behind her and quickly bounded up the street to meet the two.

"Why? What happened Tsubaki?", asked Maka.

"It's Medusa!", she cried, "It's all over town! Anyone who can capture you, dead or alive, will receive ten grand!"

"Ten grand? That's it? I demand extra!"

"Black*Star!", Tsubaki cried.

MAKA-CHOP!

"We need to save Soul. That's what's important, Tsubaki do you know where he might be.", she sighed.

"No, but he might.", she turned around, pointing a finger toward the lone person that now stood tall at the end of the
street.

"Who is that?"

"Medusa's son.", Maka scowled.

"Have you met him?"

"Yes. He's a kind soul, we can't torture him. He's only doing this because of Medusa. She controls him.", she sighed once more.

"LET'S GET HIM! OR HER! I'M READY!", Black*Star exclaimed, proudly bounding down the street with a small weapon in hand.

"Black*Star!", Tsubaki shouted, chasing after him.

Maka stood there helplessly as the two sped off toward the young child. She was reluctant to fight, though she might be able to talk some sense into Chrona. If those men were truly working for Medusa, Chrona would know just as much as they did. Chrona was her pet. Medusa kept him around at all times, to do her handy work. Maka was a little surprised however, Ragnarok hadn't been with them. Usually, Ragnarok was the muscular fighting machine, who often took down the opponents.

"Hey Maka! We won!", Black*Star cheered, running back down the street.

"What?!", Maka sweat-dropped, "It's only been two minutes!"

She took a look at Black*Star who held something in his left hand. She tilted her head as she noticed the fabric of a dress, attached to the black dress worn by Chrona.

"What are you doing to Chrona!", she snapped.

"Hello M-Miss Maka.", he stuttered.

"As soon as Black*Star ran down the street, Chrona noticed his blue hair and insisted he couldn't deal with this.", Tsubaki sighed.

"Seems like Chrona.", she sighed as well.

"Alright kid!", Black*Star gripped the front of the dress, pulling the child up to his face, "What did you evil bastards do with Soul!"

MAKA-CHOP!

"What the hell Maka! This kid's a prisoner, we can't just let him get away with kidnapping Soul!", he declared, rubbing his damaged scalp.

"It wasn't Chrona who took Soul!", she snapped, "Noah and Giriko did it. I don't know what happened, all I know is Medusa had something to do with this."

"Chrona, this is very important,", Tsubaki stated in a soothing voice, "do you know where they took our friend? He's very important to us."

"Yeah, especially to Maka.", Black*Star interrupted.

MAKA-CHOP!

"As true as that may be Black*Star,", whispered Tsubaki, "Is now really the time for that?", she sweat-dropped.

"I guess so.", he exclaimed, recovering once more.

He recovered too fast for her liking.

"If I tell you, you won't make me go back to her will you?", Chrona shivered.

He'd caught Maka by surprise. She hadn't known Chrona hated his mother as well. He always seemed fairly loyal to her-though fear could also play a part in that.

"Of course not.", Tsubaki reassured.

Maka nodded her head in agreement, showing off her best smile.

"Giriko and Noah wanted to use him f-f-f-for ransom b-b-but w-when M-Medusa found out s-she decided she w-wanted all the m-money for h-herself.", he stuttered, "They refused to work with her a-a-after t-that b-but since they s-still had him i-it was too late to c-call off the d-d-deal, t-they offered him to s-s-s-someone powerful. Someone w-willing to p-pay extra."

"Who?!", Maka pleaded.

"I don't know. I-I-I'm sorry."

"SPIT IT OUT KID!", Black*Star demanded.

MAKA-CHOP!

"It's okay Chrona, just tell us everything you know.", she smiled, ignoring the corpse spread under her feet.

"L-L-Lady M-Medusa called h-her sister afterwards. I d-don't know w-what she wanted b-but she seemed really a-a-a-angry."

"Do you think they may have taken him to her sister?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I-I-I-I can't Imagine w-why Lady Arachne would want h-him."

After a few moments of silence, Maka had to ask.

"Do you think he's hurt?"

"I-I-I-I-I d-d-don't know.", he confessed shyly.

She turned away. She didn't want to care, but at this point she was no longer in control. Whoever was controlling her emotions, had pointed every bit of sensitivity toward Soul. Nonetheless, she no longer cared. She willingly turned her thoughts over to the boy who was missing-in-action. She knows she's more than determined to find him. However, the mission seemed impossible. They were dealing with real criminals now, and if they didn't play it safe, his life could be in their hands.

"Hey Maka.", Black*Star placed a firm hand on her shoulder, "It's Soul we're talking about. He's probably kicking some serious ass right now! Don't look so down!"

She smiled at the thought.

"Yeah,", she giggled, "You're right Black*Star."

"Of course I'm right! I'm Black*Star!", he cheered once more.

She scowled, "Why you-I warned you.."

MAKA-CHOP!


He was comfortable, against his own will. She'd rested his head on her stomach, curling up against his body, and the bed was too soft for his liking. No matter how soft this bed or how comfortable he might be, it meant nothing if it wasn't Maka, and it meant nothing if he had no idea where he was.

"Wait, Maka? Since when?...Damn it. Who am I kidding.", he sighed in defeat.

Arachne noticed, "What's wrong my pet.", she purred.

"I'm not your pet.", he spat.

"Yes you are. They sold you to me, you're mine now.", she chuckled as if he'd just told a funny joke.

"That's sick. I'm not yours.", he snarled.

"Lower your voice, you're upsetting me.", she warned.

"Good!"

"I'll warn you again.."

"Let me go! I want to find Maka! Where is she! What did you do with her!", he fought her grip now, kicking and screaming until he'd found his way to the door.

"Maka! I'm coming!", he announced.

"Giriko! Noah!", the woman shouted.

As soon as he opens the door he's greeted by two familiar faces.

"Get off of me!", he commanded as they surrounded him, obtaining the same grip they'd previously used to throw him into the room.

"Sedate him.", she ordered in an un-amused tone.

"You shouldn't have done that, kid.", Noah cackled.

"Our pleasure, Lady Arachne.", sneered Giriko.

He'd been thrown on the bed once more and the last thing he'd remembered seeing, was the satisfied face of Lady Arachne and the small IV placed into his arm.


GOOD NEWS:

I'M FREE OF WRITERS BLOCK. I don't know how I did it but whatever I did, worked. I'm sorry if it's not a great chapter though, I was running out of time and I partially rushed. This is more of a chapter thaaattt.. let's you know I'm not dead, I suppose. Anyway, please enjoy, I'll be updating much more often now.