AN: Salutations, it is I, the Author, with another note distracting you from the story you are here to read. I would like to thank magmon1000 for helping me with this chapter. And so we go, into the world of fiction!

Song- Freaks like Me by Todrick Hall and MackZ (Youtube it)

They were in a room in a house they didn't know existed. It was in the middle of the desert. The lights of Death City could barely be seen over the dunes. It was nighttime and moon held his place in the dark sky. Margaret rejoiced. She had taken a shower and was now dressed in cozy pajamas. Zanneth stood by the window, towel around his waist, holding open the curtain and looking at the sky. His change of clothes lay neatly folded on the desk behind him. Margaret cleared her throat, but Zanneth still peered out the window. Margaret studied her partner. He was still ripped, the witches made sure of that. But he seemed less spirited, and somewhat gloomy.

"Maybe she'll let us go home tomorrow." Zanneth sounded distant.

Margaret heard him, but didn't respond. She picked up his clothes and passed them to him. He left the room to go change. Margaret searched the desk drawers for paper. Zanneth came back into the room silently. He eyed his partner. Her waist was thinner than before the abduction, but her shoulders retained their muscle. Her complexion had lightened because of lack of sunlight. He wondered why she still hadn't taken off the bandages on her arms and legs. They looked damp, like she had worn them in the shower.

"Margaret." He said. She turned around, smiled at him.

"Hey. Want to write a letter to the others, see if she'll let us send it them?"

"She's a witch." Zanneth stated, plopping down on the queen bed. Margaret's eyes widened.

"What? Say that again. A witch?" Margaret sat in the desk chair.

"She let go of her Soul Protect or something, I saw her soul for a moment, and she's definitely a witch."

"If she's a witch, why would she save us?" Margaret continued their conversation while turning and starting to write. Zanneth got up, leaned over her shoulder to read what she wrote. He snatched the pencil occasionally and wrote notes.

"I don't know, but if I can take one guess, it's that we won't be allowed to send this." They finished the letter in silence.

Dear Amantha and Bramble,

We were rescued today. Hopefully we can come home soon. I really miss you guys. Those wicked witches did experiments on us. Tests. I haven't transformed in at least 2 months! I hope you are doing well. We heard of your escape from Witch Elba. Witch Denise let out her anger on Zanneth. I'm fine though. I'm tough. You know it. Shut up, Zanneth. Anyway, don't tell me to shut up. Ugh, ANYWAY, we showered and were given a change of clothes. We don't know are savior's name but she's a witch. Zanneth, I was getting to that. Yea, he saw her soul, said she's a witch, but I don't understand. Why did she save us? Is she a good witch? We should just start calling her Galinda. OMD, I can't believe you just called her by her real name, with the actual spelling. Tough boy must have enjoyed seeing Wicked, Amantha! Well, that's all for now, can't think of much to write. Miss you , hope to see you soon. Tell everyone we say hello and that we're okay! Punch Black*Star in the face for me, will ya? Thanks. Oi, violence is not the answer unless it's a Kishin or someone your wrestling. He could totally be a kishin. This is simply...preparations for when he becomes one. Black*Star is not going to become a kishin, Tsubaki wouldn't allow it. Jeez!

Love, I'm a man, I don't say love. Your friends, That is not how we're ending this. Love,

Margaret & Zanneth

Margaret laughed, folded up the letter. She held it in her hand, walked towards the window. When she noticed the curtains fluttering, she realized the window was open. Zanneth must have opened it earlier. Then, a sudden feeling came over her. A feeling of dread and horror and she screamed internally. She scratched her bandaged arm as her body shook. Zanneth rushed over.

"Not again, not again. Margaret, Margaret!" He tried to calm her down, but tears streamed down her face. She scratched and scratched at the bandage and she clutched the letter with her other hand. The door swung open.

"What's going on? What's happening? Is she alright? I heard screaming." A girl the pair didn't recognize burst in. She had long hair and had on a white dress((Nygu)). Margaret, being frightened, balled the letter up and threw it out the open window. Then she started screaming externally. Still trying to calm her down, Zanneth put one hand over his partner's mouth, and the other over where she was scratching. She scratched and screamed, and soon, blood started seeping out of Zanneth's hand. The stranger in the room didn't know what was happening, and left in a flurry, soon coming back with the witch of the household. The witch muttered something and vines came out of the floor. They gripped Margaret and held her onto the ground. One vine had each wrist and ankle, and there was another vine around her waist. Zanneth yelped.

"Don't hurt her, please!" He begged the witch. This was the first time he'd seen her face. She had pretty hair and a small nose, but he didn't recognize her. She smiled at him, sweetly, just a hint of evil.

"Why would I hurt her?" She said. "I need you two."

Q and A

Still no questions (forever alone) so I made up another question for myself.

Author: What are your main Soul Eater ships? Which is your favorite?

Answer: SoMa, TsuStar, Kiz, Crotty, SteinxMarie, KimxOx, FreexEruka (#werefrog)(like werewolf, but not), and I don't think I have a favorite, but probs SteinxMarie and werefrog(SoMa and Kiz being the next two). ((Spoilers))SteinxMarie is Manga canon and ((no more spoilers)) werefrog is hard to find fanfics of :( If you know any good werefrog stories, please let me know! Also, HarvarxJackie is growing on me. I really don't know who to ship Jackie with. And I just made the werefrog ship name up. Probably.