Disclamier- I do not own Soul Eater
Oh and thesupremekingworshipper- lol looks like I owe you twenty bucks
Maka looked at the little rotten timber door in front of them. It was in complete contrast towards the great marble cells. It was small, fragile and old. Maka flinched as she saw droplets of dried blood resulting on the handle. She needn't to worry. With great force BlackStar kicked the small door. Maka watched the door easily dismantle by the big stars blow, the door easily broke apart moaning and breaking like bread. Maka found herself pitting the small, fragile door, for some strange reason it saddened the girl. Quickly she begged the loud, energetic assassin to stop his destruction and just enter. All three dropped to their knees as crawled through the small door, Maka just barley was able the place Spirit through in his weapon form even when he dispersed the giant blade.
The room was in complete contrast than the huge grand dungeon similar towards the door. It was like they entered another world. Instead of a great hall, with polished stone, they found themselves in a tiny, dingy room. Rotting timber that was once nailed to the large rock was now falling apart beams broken, some fallen and some slandered. Instead of great light the place was utterly dark the once cold, dry and icy air was now engulfed with damp moist containing smell of wet material, mould and blood. Maka suddenly felt nauseated. Two doors were discovered on either end of this small cramped room. One was similar to the door that they had just entered small, rotten though a new fresh of blue paint was coated. On the opposite side a normal size door surprised them. Unlike the others it was not rotten and well looked after. The door was a similar shade of blue though one could not identify the brush stroke like the others. It was stronger than the others, which made life difficult.
Maka's heat skipped a beat, she shuddered as she felt something cold and icy pulling her. It felt like cold frozen rope that seemed to wrap itself around her very heart inviting the strands at the back of her neck stand up. It was pulling her to that small tiny door. Something was behind it, something she needed to know.
'BlackStar I need you to open this door.'
A smile stretched across his face 'no problem I great star like me can break any door!'
The door was quickly broken apart and this time BlackStar gave no mercy. After he finished what remained was an empty door frame compelled with utter darkness and sawdust floating through the dead air. Maka looked at the dark scene in front of her. A part of her was demanding her to enter yet another was screeching for her not to. It was knowledge against fear. Like usual she fought through the fear. She entered the room. At first all she saw was pitch black. The air was terribly dry and the smell of smoke rose through the air. Maka moved around in the darkness her hand moving endlessly around the wall until her fingers interlocked with a familiar object. She turned the switch on. She gasped.
There stood a little room with mouldy blue carpet and dark machinery. Machinery that made her cringe, machinery used for torture.
'The coal is still warm. Someone has recently been here.' Kid murmured as he examined the fireplace.
Maka looked at him as they exchanged glances and was about to walk towards him until she rashly walked straight into BlackStar. She was so focused she wasn't looking where she was going.
'I'm Sorry-' She didn't get to finish.
'How the fuck haven't you noticed that.' BlackStar growled.
BlackStar's eyes were murderous and wide, roughly he turned Maka to the direction he was looking at. Maka gasped. The wall, the dreadful, cold scene before her eyes would always haunt her dreams and hurt her for eternity. In shock she brought a tremblingly hand towards her dry lips.
'No!' she whispered as all her breath was taken away from her.
All she saw was blood rich, thick, fresh, dripping, wet blood. It was splattered all over the wall like paint flicked on canvas. On the lower level a whole load of blood seemed to be smeared in the middle of the wall where rusty shackles and chains laid as if to accessorise the situation. Soul's wave length, the tiny door, the recently used fireplace, the fresh blood. NO!
As much of her logic told her Maka denied it. It wasn't Soul's! Soul had never been here! He couldn't have, he just couldn't.
Kid's eyes were wide and venomous as a small cry came from Liz, BlackStar's murderous eyes never disappeared but he was now on the floor hunched over gripping Tsubaki roughly. They were showing the signs.
No!' Maka whispered
She felt her heart ripping, fresh tears rose in her eyes, her whole body stopped working as she walked closer to the scene of the crime. Knowledge kept seeping through yet she through it violently back. She couldn't, wouldn't believe, until something grabbed the corner of her eye. She turned to find on the bottom left corner laid a metal rod with a sharp spike at the end. Maka quickly picked the object up but incredulously dropped it with the horror of the rod still being warm. She looked down shock and nausea taking over. What lay next to the torture stick was a splatter of blood. Of fresh, black blood. God it was his! Maka suddenly fell to her knees in complete exhaustion as her body broke down. Her hands cringed as she felt a high amount of moisture kissed them. Crying she lifted her hands only to see red. She looked down only to cry harder as she realised she was kneeling in a huge red puddle. Violently she pushed herself away from the scene threw her hands to the wall, cringed and threw up the remaining food that remained in her stomach.