Together

Chapter Fourteen

Maka

"You're such a good girl, Maka." He swigged down more alcohol from his flask. "I mean - you're really good."

I dug my nails into my knees. Gripping on so tightly to my jeans I swore I could feel my skin ripping from beneath the fabric. But with every slurred word that escaped his lips, I wanted to cause myself more harm than ever before.

He smirked, showing me his alcohol stained teeth. "I can't believe I ever doubted you."

Someone, help me...

"And another thing." Another gulp. "You're so... beautiful."

My skin split like thread. Tiny marks of blood seeping from my skin and staining my jeans beneath my fingertips. More drops of blood continuing to rise, although there were no pain being brought to my body whatsoever.

"Look at me, Maka."

My gaze moved towards him. Staring back at his drunken posture as he sat in the chair across the room from me. The flickering fire casting rays of light and yet darkness upon his scheming face.

His eyes wouldn't leave me alone, they seemed to follow me, even though I weren't moving anywhere. But no matter how many times I were to look away from him, he would remain to watch me intensely.

I quickly stood up. But so did he.

My heart was throbbing hard inside my chest. Trying its hardest to smash through my ribcage and cast itself on display to this monster of a man that stood before me.

I turned to walk for the door, walking as fast as I could, and to my luck - he didn't walk after me. So I walked faster, hoping to get to the bathroom and maybe sneak out the window once again. I intended to leave tonight - and tonight only.

My converse pressed against the carpet with every step I took. And for some reason, feeling the ground beneath my feet calmed me, like it reassured me that in that moment I was still alive.

But fear was slowly beginning to consume me. It was creeping up and back down my spine over and over, and destroying my nerves and my confidence as I continued to walk down the hallway.

After I escaped I would run as fast as I could. I'd run anywhere, everywhere if I had to. I'd do absolutely anything, to get away from him.

He gripped my wrist. "Maka."

And I was trapped. He had me against the hall wall, pinned by both my wrists and his face inches away from mine. The horrid stench of his alcohol breath stinging both my nose and my eyes.

His nails stabbed at my flesh, piercing my skin as well as my scars I had collected from over the years, but they were there before I had changed. My existence in that petrifying moment was excruciating, and I wished to die within his paining grasp.

He breathed unsteadily. "I, must have you..."

His grip tightened as his head got closer towards my neck. My suffocating, frozen neck. And he placed his lips against my skin. His cracked, alcoholic lips, planting themselves against every inch of my bare skin.

I felt myself scream behind my lips. I felt myself burn up with anger as well as my freezing fear. And I could feel myself growing more sickened with every kiss he planted up my neck, slowly getting closer towards my lips.

Get off.

I struggled beneath his grasp. He had me pinned tightly against the wall and there was no way I could possibly think of escaping. My body was trapped against his, and the wall.

His hands ran themselves down my arms. The shards of his fingernails scratching me as he did so, creating lines upon my skin that were bound there by his desire for my breaking body.

My collar was grabbed within his palms, the force causing my body to slam against his with so much lusting power. Although I had prayed that the force would have sent him to the suffocating depths of hell, I was the only one that were suffering.

His painful stabbing kisses reached my jawline.

And I didn't want to stand it anymore.

I brought my knee up into his groin, watching as he dropped to the floor in agony before me, clutching himself in utter pain. It were my chance to see him cry in great despair.

"You bitch!"

My smile widened greatly as I darted for the bathroom. Watching as the door came into view whilst I ran round the corner, wanting to run even faster to grip onto the door handle.

It was locked.

Fear was all I could taste in the back of my throat.

No!

I ran from door to door, tugging and slamming on the doorhandles, pleading for one of them to open for my escape. But every single one I ran to was locked and bolted, motionlessness.

He chuckled. "You don't think I saw this coming?"

Shaking, he slowly stood up. His eyes wide with amusement and a smirk more devious than ever before. His very appearance sickening me once again as I watched him gradually get closer to where I were standing.

There was no way I could let him steal away my freedom once again. My hands were shaking with an unreasonable amount of lust for escape, but they were also ambitious for revenge against him.

I span as quickly as I could, coming face to face with the window at the end of the hall that held nothing more than the sunset - and my freedom.

His footsteps got quicker behind me, continuing to speed up as I started to sprint towards the end of the hall. Running because every second left of my life depended on the next action I was about to make.

"Don't you dare!" His fingertips brushed against the back of my shirt. "Maka!"

I could feel myself burning up with adrenaline. It was flowing violently throughout every single one of my boiling veins. And with every second I grew closer to the window, I could feel it urging me to go faster, because it knew I could.

"No!"

But it was too late. I couldn't stop.

I dived at the window. Throwing every ounce of my body into the glass before me, feeling it smash beneath my weight and shatter like tiny rain drops falling from violent clouds.

Every shard of glass scratched at my skin across my body. Scratches marking my cheeks, my arms and even my neck. But the pain had felt so much better than when he was there - kissing me.

Falling had never felt more amazing, especially when the ground hit hard beneath my feet. As well as the stabbing pain extra pieces of glass caused me, when I placed my hand down to steady my landing.

I was the powerful one now.

Death the Kid

Smashing glass shattered in the distance. Forcing me to a stop in the centre of the darkening forest and turn abruptly in the direction in which it was created.

The sound of glass hammering against the ice followed shortly after that, echoing throughout the trees and continuing towards the setting sun as if the cause had desired the same sun to notice.

I couldn't prevent myself from taking a step forward, forcing myself towards the direction it occurred. Like I knew what had created it, the thought of who it was lingering in the back of my mind since the very first day I had met her.

"Maka..." Her name felt soft against my lips.

My legs moved quickly, crushing everything that stood beneath my feet, and breaking everything that stood in my path as if it were purposely trying so hard to make me go back.

She needed me. So no, I didn't go back. I only proceeded to go forward and continue treading through the snow. Pushing and pulling piles of it from the ground as I took my every step, gathering like an army full of snow - that were destined to fight at my side.

"Maka, get back here!"

It was her. And she had escaped.

Maka

Branches and thorns scraped at my skin. Ripping my flesh from my cheeks and replacing it with drips of blood that would soon fade from my body altogether. But despite the pain the forest brought to me, I didn't stop running.

This was my second escape, and I had planned to make it my last. There was no possible way I'd ever let myself go back to that god forsaken house ever again.

I heard his voice from behind me. My name yelling from his patronising lips, screaming as if the last time it were yelled would possibly make a difference.

My breath stammered inside my lungs, like it wanted to escape from my body due to the fact it despised to exist in the same place as the retched animal I possessed.

I don't want to go back there, please don't let me.

With every sprint I took, my elbows crashed into my ribs. Stabbing me as if they longed to stop me also. But they didn't know I couldn't be caused harm - they had no effect on me.

Water flooded up inside my converse, freezing up the skin on my tiresome feet and possibly stinging me more than the cuts on my face did.

Still, I didn't stop running.

A smile spread like raging fire upon my face. Hot with power, and bright with pure happiness that burned throughout my entire body.

"Maka!" His slurred words sounded lost beneath the sky. "There's no point in running!"

On some sick and twisted level, he had a point. Every time I had escaped from that demon mansion I was always caught, if not straight away then shortly after.

I had imagined the place I'd run to. It would be nothing more and nothing less than what I'd call my home. And it would be my paradise. It would be the place where I'd never have to get angry again, and I'd stay forever human.

The cold wind caressed at my cheeks, acting as if it were trying to boost me further in the forest. Trying to give me the speed I longed to have in my grasp, give me the will to grow faster.

But just as I worked up my strength to push myself faster, my foot was caught beneath the root of a tree.

Every ounce of speed I had pushed into my legs hit me in that moment. Hit me as my body crashed against the ground.

I screamed in agony as my face collided with the ground. My skin splitting open as shards of ice so eagerly ripped apart my flesh.

And for the first time since I left the house - I didn't want to move.

Death the Kid

I heard her scream.

She was close.

Maka

As I wept into the snow I lay on, I heard footsteps approach from behind me. Shoes crunching in the ice and the sounds of their heavy breathing as they pulled themselves to a stop.

"Poor Maka..." he mocked me. "Did you fall down?"

It howled in the pit of my stomach, squirming with the lust for blood.

Laughter approached his devilish lips. "You pathetic child."

The moon was rising above us now. Beaming down like a spotlight to the suffocating and paining scene.

His laughter echoed all around me as if it were sinking into my deepest of thoughts. Boiling every broken memory I held within my veins that must have been on the verge of losing everything they existed for.

Slowly he was growing colder, feeling the coldness of his presence as he stared down on me with every single one of those traumatising thoughts he kept hold of.

It growled again. Turning over in my stomach to scratch at my insides with it's razor claws.

Arm stretched, he reached from me. His long bony fingers reaching for my human body, whilst holding that smile that glared down on me as he inched on closer.

I closed my eyes tightly. "Stop..."

He froze millimetres from my arm, his smile completely wiped from his face and his eyes wider than any river or any ocean.

"Did you..." He stuttered, "just speak?"

He was thrown to the ground.