Soul woke up to find himself standing in the middle of what seemed like a large grand ball room. A creepy one at that and reminded him far too much of those boring parties he had once attended. The giant red walls that could touch the moon if they wanted curved over him engulfing his freedom.

Where am I?

'Where are you! Well this your home Soul' a familiar rich, husky voice responded

My…..home?

'Yes. Don't you remember? Think hard now, I admit I have made some renovations and redecorating but surely you are able to decipher this place….Can't you?'

Soul squinted and slowly tilted his head. This place did look familiar, if only he could place his finger on it. Slowly he studied the curtains, the frames the memory floating towards the tip of his tongue.

'Maybe some Jazz will help you reminisce?'

It hit the musician like a ton of bricks. There he stood in the old room that had been renovated. The once small dingy space was now triple the size containing what seemed a giant hallway leading out into darkness. The piano was still there though it was now completely polished and slightly bigger than what Soul remembered. There was also something odd and haunting about it, how the sleek, deep, rich polish shone like the devils fruit. It was dangerous. Soul became ridged as he slowly turned to face his rival. Behind him stood the demon, now ten feet tall with that sheepish grin overpowering his face.

Can't this end?

'Don't worry Soul this will end in due time, I must say you did hold your ground, you fought well. I am very impressed; you are stronger than what I anticipated, well done…' The demon encouraged slowly every word for filled with rich meaning and emphasis strangely bringing comfort to the young weapon. 'Though all battles have to end and I am afraid you… lost. '

'I didn't lose anything!' Soul snapped eagerness and impatience erupting his body like pins and needles as he ignored his weak, croaking voice. 'They came, I saw them Spirit, Black Star, Kid, Liz, Paddy, Tsubaki… Even Maka! It is OVER!' He roared.

'It may seem like it's over but in reality it is a different story.'

Reality?

'You may have seen Maka, but in reality what did you truly see?' The demon chilled the grin never leaving his face.

Suddenly doubts entered Souls head…

'It is a simple trick I must say, who knew that eyes could be so deceitful. For the Maka you saw may as well be the one right here…'

Soul turned around full force to find Maka behind him; she was giggling extensively, her white teeth flashing through a huge smile that reminded Soul of the cheesier cat, though what feared him was her eyes. Instead of those jaded eyes he once loved were now engulfed in black. She had no eyes. What lay in front of him were dark black fog that seemed to rotate against her eye sockets. That wasn't Maka.

'Come on Soul wanna play?' Maka staggering grabbing his shoulder her mouth opened wide as her tongue rolled around in a grotesque fashion. Violently he shoved her back, his heart pounded hard as in horror he watched black blood drip down her mouth like ribbons. Soul backed away eyes wide, wary and suddenly bitter as he felt the hairs on the back of his hair stand up, that was second nature to him now.

'Why don't we invite the WHOLE gang!' The demon cheered

There Soul stood. He was enclosed in a circle as the remaining members surrounded him. All were smirking, all giggling, all artificial. Soul yet again felt the dread drowning him as their black eyes haunted him black blood drooling down their necks and chest.

So that means…

He did not need to finish.

'Yes Soul, it was Medusa's finale, her encore, her magic.'

They wern-

'No Soul, that wasn't the real Maka, it was never her.'

Ouch. Words those stupid idiotic noises that came out of ones mouth, it was so easy, so simple yet they could twists, stomp and crushed even a bitter heart. They were worse than someone with a dagger and in Soul's opinion he would have preferred it. He felt his once whole heart ripping in agony and sorrow. It wasn't really them. Suddenly Soul lost all his strength and his body felt like it was cold lead. He felt like an old beaten soccer ball that had been kicked too many times and left in the mud. He was betrayed, beaten, defeated and he was hurt. Slowly he threw his head away from the demon allowing his long locks to cover his pain. His friends, Maka still hated him.

He didn't know if he had snapped or lost it completely but suddenly a huge pang of guilt engulfed him. Something clicked yet it felt artificial. But for some complete reason it made perfect sense. Steward hadn't used Maka, Soul must have had made it all up. To correct himself Soul desperately tried to recall the memories but gained dull grey smudges and scenes of Steward and Maka happy together.

I hate you Soul!

Ah, he had gone too far. Feeling like his heart would break in any moment he tried to shut up that voice that longed to kill him. Whenever he heard it a part of him died inside, suddenly more clicks and answers filled Soul's head. And to his dismay he believed them, he believed every single one of them and suddenly found great disgust at himself. A voice seemed to be screaming at the back of his mind, though he could not hear it. Instead he felt like locking himself in a dark cell and suddenly be forgotten, by everyone, by life itself.

I'm not worth it…

Suddenly dying did not look so fearful though through his experience from the past few months who could blame him. He had wished it, longed for it, waited and would invite it like a long lost friend, the only problem was it never seemed to properly reach him.

'You have had enough of this. Yes? The demon asked 'I can help you know, my power is your power. I can help, just take the reins and become stronger. It's time to act.'

Soul glared at the imp in complete sorrow, he didn't want madness, never had, never will. He was frightened, if he used the madness, yes he could escape, but, if he did he would be considered a threat to the DWMA or even worse hurt someone, hurt Maka.

God just thinking about her sent a long blunt dagger slicing his open heart.

' I don't want madness, I just want this to end.' He admitted sheepishly staring down at the floor. Oh how he, longed, begged for the pain to disappear but just like his wish for death it did not come. The demon wasn't satisfied. The once Cheshire cat smile transferred into a hideous snarl as the demon began to hiss.

'FOOL! GET HIM!'

At the demons demand what seemed like Kid and BlackStar tackled Soul to the ground. In panic he tried to struggle, throw them off, but what he got in return was Paddy, Liz, Tsubaki and Spirit keeping him in place. Desperate feeling the adrenalin Soul tried to climb through the bodies, desperate to find light. It wasn't until he felt the black blood run down his back and his right cheek that he screamed in horror. Suddenly caught off guard he chest was slammed hard onto the ground causing his ribs to ache like fire. He was beaten, suddenly he felt his hair being pulled and there he was face to face with the Demon, Maka by his side her hard hands thrusted into his hair.

'YOU REALLY WANT IT TO END. USE ME, USE MY POWER! IMAGINE ALL THE POWER, THE STRENGTH YOU POSSES…. AND YOU WONT USE IT! YOU THINK DYING IS YOUR ONLY OPTION! YOU THINK THAT IF YOU DIE IT WILL ALL BE OVER! WELL SOUL I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT IF YOU DIE, I DIE TOO, AND I WONT ALLOW IT!

In an instant Soul felt a claw dig harshly into his wrist as he bit his lip to hid his yelp. The demon did not sympathise. The weapon was pulled so violenty that he could find his legs quick enough. The weapon screamed as the claw began to shred his skin. Again he was pulled, the illusions let go and Soul was thrown to the ground by great force. he hissed as his body rolled harshly on the ground cracking his ribs and concussing his head, blurring his vision as he slid down the chequered floor until he came to a crashing halt. Soul clutched his head in agony as the walls began to spin. Slowly he opened one eye followed by another to find the an item clung to his ankle. A chain.

Oh great as if I don't need any more of these…

Plenty of rough hands grabbed him and he felt himself being lifted up and slammed onto a chair, more chains wrapping around him, as the illusions held him in place. He was in front of the piano. His heart raced at full speed.

Shit! This isn't good!

'It doesn't matter!' The demon hissed 'Like I said earlier the tables have turned, I have the command now. To think I could do this the easy way! You will play Soul! For I have demanded it!

"NO!' Soul shouted trying to fight the many hands that grabbed him. Suddenly he felt his arms being forced up into the air, his fingers held strongly outset. In a desperate struggle he tried to bend his arms though to no avail. They refused to move. Soul's heart pounded violently.

'I don't want this!' Soul shouted panicking,

How the fuck do I get out of this mess!

'PLAY SOUL! I COMMAND YOU! PLAY!' The demon danced a hideous laugh playing through his flashing white teeth.

Soul felt his arms drop to the keys below…

'FUCK!'

DONG

And that's it sorry I haven't posted in a while but I guess that is what assignments do to you. I hope it didn't bore you and I promise to update quicker. Oh and I might be redoing my story (if that makes any sense) you know extending it a bit in the first few chapters making more sense and all that jazz.

Thanks for reading xxxxx