Merry Happy New Year guys! I never know to say Happy new year, or merry new year. So instead, I say both! Anywho, here is 24 for ya! Now we shall know what happened to poor Maka.

Soul's POV

I'm a horrible person, who doesn't deserve to be alive...Great, now I sound like Kid.

I was currently back at the Deathbucks, sipping my coffee. The flock of girls were no where to be found, and I was alone in the same table as before. Lexi was still not here, and my patience was waning.

Maybe those girls were right. Maybe Lexi is just a ugly whore who's trying to get in my pants. Either way...

I picked up my coffee and drank. This girl hasn't met Soul Evans yet. Speaking of girls,-

My mind suddenly drifted back to Maka's saddened face(Or at least the part of her face I could see.) I shouldn't have done that. Not to her.

I sighed, then leaned back in the chair. Damn you Lexi! 'Okay,' I thought,'I'm not going to be able to date this girl if she's like this. I didn't even want to come, but Lexi promised me sex- No. I'm done. I'm leaving.'

With that final thought, I stood up, and tossed down a few dollars. Outside of the shop was bustling with families, and crying children. For a second, I thought I saw Lexi.

No, it's probably my imagination. Suddenly, I heard a familiar laugh. I turned to my left and saw Lexi kissing some other guy.

Yeah...I'm definitely leaving.

Maka's POV

I awoke to complete darkness. My hands were tied, but my feet weren't. Weird...I never thought that I would get kidnapped. Kidnapped...

I gasped. Oh yeah, now I remember. I was at the mall with the gang, and decided to leave after Soul played with my emotions. There was no way in hell that I'd ever admit that to him though.

What a strange situation to be in. You're more likely to win the lottery than to end up like this.

I was surprised at my own calmness. 'I'm trapped probably in some random person's basement, and you're calm?' I thought.

I stood up from the hard cement ground, and began to search for a light switch or something to cut the rope on my wrists.

Suddenly, I tripped on something heavy. I hit the floor, and felt a shock wave of pain from my left ankle. I held back a whimper, and tried my best to stand up again.

'Okay, no adventuring in the dark. You probably twisted your ankle.' I thought annoyed at my own stupidity. Damn it...

Just then, a small stream of light appeared about ten feet away from me. I saw a staircase, and feet descending downwards. Uh-oh...they must've heard me trip over that heavy thing.

I turned to said object and saw that it was a bag. It was probably filled with bricks or something-

"Get up." A voice snapped in my ear. Next thing I knew, I was on my feet, standing in front of...someone.

It was a guy. He wasn't wearing a mask or anything, and did look sort of familiar. I thought that I recognized him from somewhere before...

"Hey. Did you hear what I said, you ugly whore?" I blinked in surprise, and focused on him. He looked kinda pissed.

"Erm, no. I was spaced out. What do you want?" I asked. The man smirked saying," I'm glad that you actually answered. Most chicks just whimper and cry for their mothers."

"I'm not most chicks." I replied. The man smiled at this, and then pulled out a knife. Oh shit.

He approached me slowly, grinning creepily. I wanted so badly to run, but I refused to give this weirdo the satisfaction.

"I like you girlie. What's your name?" He asked. I stared at his expression, searching for a sign that he might not stab me.

"My name is Alisa." I replied. No way I'd ever tell this sicko my name.

"Well, Alisa, my name is Giriko. You're going to be working for me now." He said with a grin. He slowly lowered the knife, then finally shoved it into the waist band of his jeans.

Right then, I remembered where I'd seen him before...

He was one of the men from the night that Soul let may stay at his apartment. Holy shit...

Suddenly, Giriko lurched forward, and grabbed my wrist in a death grip. "We're going somewhere Alisa. Get dressed upstairs in the bedroom I've generously given you." He whispered in my ear.

He let go of me, then proceeded back upstairs without looking to see whether or not I was following.

Going somewhere. I wonder why would a kidnapper take out their kidnappee in society where he'd be at risk of me running.

We're probably not going anywhere pleasant then...

Soul's POV

I fell onto the floor of the cage, spitting out blood from my mouth. I somehow managed to get into a cage fight in a bar. I'm not even sure how I ended up in here. One minute, I was on my bike, passing this very bar, and the next thing I knew, I was in a cage with this huge guy, who I had nicknamed, Chuck Norris.

Chuck had just punched me in the mouth, for the first time. While I was spitting blood, he was clutching his side and moaning. I'd gotten more hits on him than he on me.

Which is why I named him Chuck Norris. Not many people can say they beat up Chuck Norris. This was a once in a lifetime experience.

I shook my snowy, bloodstained hair out of my eyes. Why did I ever decide to do this? This was stupid... And the worst part is that I don't even have the excuse of being drunk. I'm just some random ass guy who walked into a bar, then ended up in a cage fight with Chuck Norris.

I stood up slowly, using the side of the cage as a support. Even though that last punch hurt, I'm pretty sure that he's in much, much more pain than me.

"You done yet?" I asked. Chuck whimpered, and looked up at me. Behind him shouts of, "Get up you faggot!" Spurred the man to his feet. The crowd roared their approval.

"Hm. Guess you like getting pummeled." I muttered. I looked over at Chuck, and grinned, showing all of my shark-like teeth. Chuck's eyes widened, and he took a hasty step backwards.

"I give. You win kid." He said loudly. Screams of anger immediately rang out from all around us.

I grinned even wider, then walked over to Chuck. He stepped back even further, glancing over my shoulder. I narrowed my eyes, then stepped to the left just as a chair slammed onto the concrete and broke.

"Good try dude. But next time," I said, then I sprinted over to him and put my face next to his ear,"Don't look over my shoulder. It gave you away."

BAM! BAM! BAM! I punched Chuck three times repeatedly in the gut. He howled in pain, and crumpled to the ground. I then picked up the broken chair, and slammed it as hard as I could onto his body. Gasps could be heard from the crowd. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were dripping in blood. I spun to look in the grimy mirror outside of the cage, and through the crowd, I saw that my white hair was completely red. I blinked in surprise. Did I do that?

The crowd was completely silent, as they let Chuck Norris out of the cage. He was crying, and blood was pouring from his wounds. A part of the chair was stuck in his leg. I suddenly remembered...The bartender could probably call the cops on me.

Though I felt panicked, I maintained my facade of cool, calm, and collected. I walked leisurely to the door of the cage, and stepped out into the crowd. Many of them scurried backwards from my bloody state. I strode over to a man dressed in a black tux, and pulled out the winnings from his inside pocket (I had bet a large amount on myself).I then went over to the bar, and sat in the seat that was empty. Everyone moved from there the moment I sat down.

To the left on the bar was my shirt. I leaned over and tugged it over my head. I didn't even care that I was getting blood on my shirt. I just needed a drink. Bad.

A man walked over to me and asked, "How may I help you sir?" He looked apprehensive.

"Get me some whiskey. The entire bottle. " I ordered.

The bartender looked me up and down, then said,"You don't look 21. I only serve those old enough."

I glared at him, and said,"You watched the fight, right?" He nodded.

"You saw what happened to that guy?" Nod.

"Do you want that to happen to you?" Shake.

"Will you give me the drink now?" Nod.

"Good." I smiled politely at him.

The bartender watched me apprehensively as he bent over to get the whiskey from under the counter. He stood up holding the bottle, and slid it down to me.

"Thanks." I grunted, and took a large gulp.

From behind me, I could hear the groans of Chuck being carried to the backroom. I also heard what sounded like a table being set.

Sure enough, when I turned around, a table was being set up inside of the cage. The floor had been cleaned off of blood, and inside was a man standing there with a microphone.

I watched curiously as the crowd from before gathered around the ring once more. Most of them were men.

"Welcome folks! Tonight, we have some nice ones for ya! Some you've seen before, some you've never seen...until now!" The man spoke into the mic as the crowd clapped and cheered their approval.

"Now let me introduce the first! Ladies and Gents, please welcome, Miss Mona!" The announcer guy gestured to the door, where a scantily clad woman entered. She winked at the men closest to her, and went to sit on the table.

"Miss Mona here is one of your regulars, so she's got allota experience in this field! She's here tonight for the normal starting price. 200! Any takers?!"

A man raised his hand, saying,"I'll take her!"

After that, alot of men were shouting for prices until "Miss Mona" was finally sold to a fat balding man.

I leaned backwards into the bar, then waved the bartender over to me. "Is this even legal?" I asked. He smiled, then replied,"Are prostitutes legal?" With those words, he walked off to serve another guy.

About 40 more women were called up into the cage, all of them wearing clothes that just barely covered their boobs, butts, and front. Otherwise, they were bare skinned. Roughly 20 of those women caught my eye and winked at me. I was revolted. Why was I still here?

'Because you're a guy. This type of stuff appeals to you.' I thought.

"Alrighty then! I regret to say that this is our last woman for tonight!" There was a collecxtive groan from the audience. The announcer continued.

"She's a new one. So if you like 'em fresh, this is the girl for you! She's blonde, and feisty! Though she lacks in the breast department, she could easily please you! Her eyes are like emeralds, and might I add, that that is actually her real eye color!(The crowd applauded for this.) So may I intoduce...Miss Alisa!"

The cage door opened for the last time that night, to reveal a girl in a pink dress. It was unusual to see something so normal after all the bras and underwear.

The girl's hair surrounded her face, and her from what I could see, she looked forlorn and tired.

"So, since she's fresh, and pure, the price will be triple what it normally is for newbies. 30! Anyone?" A handsome blonde raised his hand.

"30! Anyone for 40?"

From behind the announcer, the girl raised her head, just the tiniest bit, and I inhaled sharply.

Her face was one I had seen many times before. Her face, when angry, almost always meant that I was probably going to get a book to the head. Her eyes, that the announcer was bragging about, were mostly narrowed in anger at my idiocy or concentration on a book in class. I had only known this girl for a bit, but she felt like a piece of me, which is why I called out to her in desperation.

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"Maka?!"

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Until next time my little llamas!