New Arrival Chapter 11: Light 'Em Up: The Flames of Wrath?, a soul eater fanfic

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Chapter 11

Nevada, Desert, 9:47pm

Robert was running. he had tossed Stone-Hammer away before leaving Death City so he could run faster and just be alone. By now, he was long behind him. Robert stopped in front of a mesa, trying to regain his breath. "It's not fair!" he shouted. "Everything is just falling apart." He clenched his hands and looked up. The side of the mesa was a bit craggy, and he turned around. He walked a few steps before immediately turning and punching the wall of stone. The side of the mesa cracked, and Robert pulled his hand back. His knuckles were bleeding, and he said, "Heal." His skin prickled and the wound began to close. The blood remained, and he wiped it on his shirt. He dropped his pack to the side and fell flat on his back, looking at the stars. He turned to his pack and opened it, pulling out his mp3 and a mini-speaker. He scrolled through his entire list of songs before he finally found something good. He adjusted the sound to max and clipped it to his pants, and Light 'Em Up by Fall Out Boy started.

Nevada, With Maka, Soul, and Stone-Hammer, 9:45pm

Maka and Soul had been tracking Robert for almost an hour using Maka's Soul Perception. Maka had to stop and find Soul so they could use his motorcycle, as well as restock their items. Before they even left Death City, they had found Stone-Hammer running through the streets. They offered him a ride, and he transformed into his sword form so he could be transported easier. Apparently, Robert was using a spell to make himself go faster, which left a trail for them to follow. "Keep going, we're getting closer," Maka said, trying to speak over the wind. Soul revved the engine on his motorcycle and began to go faster after a few minutes. They had to stop, noticing that they were standing on a plateau, with a few mesas ahead.

"Great," Soul said. "Now what?" Maka tried to think, but heard something echoing. She strained her ears and finally made it out.

Music.

Looking down at one of the mesas, she noticed someone was down there. 'Robert!' she thought to herself. She noticed he was moving around, what seemed to be a combination of martial arts and dance. As she watched, she also listened to the song that was echoing.

Be careful making wishes in the dark, dark. Can't be sure when they've hit their mark, mark. And besides in the mean, mean time. I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart. I'm in the de-details with the devil. So now the world can never get me on my level. I just gotta get you out of your cage. I'm a young lover's rage. Gonna need a spark to ignite. My songs know what you did in the dark!

Every time a large beat sounded, Robert hit the mesa closest to him, causing large splinters of rocks to break off and embedded themselves in the ground. He moved fluidly with the song, as if he were part of a music video. He stopped at the last part, holding up his fingers.

So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. I'm on fire! So light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. Light 'em up, up, up. I'm on fire! In the dark, dark. In the dark, dark.

He snapped his fingers, causing the nearby rock splinters to explode. He then began to perform various punches and kicks, each one producing a wave of fire. He stopped when the vocalizations began, and the remaining rock splinters turned into either charcoal or ash.

Writers keep writing what they write. Somewhere another pretty vein just dies. I've got the scars from tomorrow, and I wish you could see that you're the antidote to everything except for me. A constellation of tears on your lashes. Burn everything you love then burn the ashes. In the end, everything collides. My childhood spat back out the monster that you see. My songs know what you did in the dark!

He went back to the previous routine, smashing the mesas each time a large beat sounded. However, this time he punched out entire slabs of rock. Four of the slabs fell in perfect sync, stood upright and connected once they landed. Two more slabs landed on top of the first four, giving the impression of a house. He stood in front of the house the stomped on the ground three times, making three rock statues appear. He jumped back, doing a flip and looked at his creation. At the last part, he held up both hands, clenched in fists.

He threw both fists down so they were at his waist, and the makeshift house burst into a pillar of flames. The pillar remained until the vocalizations started, and the house was revealed. Entirely scorched, sections of it began to fall off until the "roof" caused it to collapse, creating a shower of ash and charcoal. Robert fell to his knees, his knuckles barely touching the ground.

My songs know what you did in the dark!

He looked up to see the three statues were still intact, and they vaguely resembled a family of three; a father, mother and child.

My songs know what you did in the dark!

Robert raised his fists again, not getting up. Maka watched as he did and thought to herself, 'He's not gonna...'

The moment the first "up" was said, Robert threw down both fists, and another pillar of flames, bigger than the previous one, engulfed the statues. He kept it up, even when the first set of vocalizations started. It was only until the second set started that he stopped, and the statues were completely destroyed, turned to ash and charcoal.

The song ended, and Maka could hear Robert breathing unevenly. He cried out a few seconds later, falling to his hands. Maka could see the ground was becoming wet with tears and walked to the edge of the plateau. She climbed down, Soul staying with his motorcycle and Stone-Hammer, and dropped down the last few feet. Robert didn't hear her, and she walked closer to him. She extended a hand but hesitated, unsure if she should make her presence known. She took a chance and put a hand on him. Robert didn't react, continuing to cry, and Maka softly said, "It's alright. Just calm down." Robert obeyed, his ragged breathing slowing down.

"I just wanted Dad to come back," Robert said, still breathing heavily. "I don't care if he and Mom get back together, I just want him back." He sniffled a few times, and continued, "I just want to know, that he's still with us. That he's always by my side." Robert sat on his legs, pulling his hands onto his knees.

"Robert, listen," Maka said, "I know I can't offer much, but can you at least trust me enough to help you." Robert turned to Maka, and she had her hand extended. She had the most indescribable face on (its the one she made when she asked Crona to be her friend), and Robert began to cry again. Instead of taking her hand, he threw himself into a hug, tears pouring out. Maka was, at first, stunned, but soon returned the hug. Maka let go of Robert and said, "Come on, let's go back." Robert was still crying, but nodded his head. Robert retrieved his pack, and held out his own hand, which Maka took. Robert floated into the air, taking Maka with him, and they flew to the top of the plateau. Soul was waiting for them, and smirked.

"Well?" Maka nodded, and Soul transformed into a scythe. Maka picked him up and sat on the motorcycle, starting it up. Robert sat behind her, Stone-Hammer hooked into his pack, and Maka drove the motorcycle back to Death City.

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