AHHH I thought for sure I posted this on wednesday. :/ I don't know what happened.

Thank the lord! I am back no writers block. All I needed was a really dark chapter. Enjoy the evilness. Muhahaha.

Fangirl: dive deeper into the dark abyss of SoulEater

Evansluve: Adventure time?

lialane:Dont get me started crying.

Wolfrunner: You always need comic relief, maty i introduce Ms. Patty Thompson!

Ivy: You may have a heart attack then.

Hugergames: Oh the angst, oh the pain, oh the humanity!

Amy: What no! This is my baby! Mine mine mine! *transforms into Kiba*

Bookworm: Maka was hurt, I would probaby have punched him in th eface but she lives in a very different world.

Guest: Prepare for the water works.

Maka's PoV

When I open my eyes we are in a room. The floor is checkered like a chess board and maroon and gold curtains cover the walls. In the center of the room is a perfectly kept piano with Soul sitting on the bench. I reach out to him smiling, glad to take a vacation in my own little world.

"Maka before you can judge you must see." He motions with his hand and I am compelled forward by some unseen force. I see a flash of red giggling in the dark but it disappears before I can focus.

"No! In my dreams this never happened! It's not fair! Go back to the way things were before. I just want them back to normal. Give me back my god damned dream!" he stands as I reach the piano his hand raises. I wait for a smack and flinch when he rests his hand softly on my cheek. Against my better judgment I crane into his touch.

"This is not your dream Maka. This is my mind. When we resonate this is where I draw power from, this is where I hide." Each word taints the lie I try to keep of him. I want to see my Soul, who always laughed and cared when I was upset. I want him back, not a monster.

"Stay away from me! I want nothing to do with you!" I try to pull and he lifts his hand releasing me.

"This is my hiding place, this is my truth, these are my memories, this- this is the very core of me. Everything I have ever known, everything I have ever felt stems from right here inside me. It's time you see the truth behind me. If you choose to leave then I will not stop you. The door is there, you just have to open it and you can believe whatever you want. I just ask you stay, if only for a moment." With that he sits on the bench and stretches his fingers. I feel the hold on me break and dash toward the door. I need to leave. I need to get out.

A note rings out and I pause with my hand on the door. It's just one note, one measly little note, but it stops me. Something about it shakes me to my core. It's so…sad. I turn to face Soul careful to keep my hand on the door when movement catches my eye again. A small devil like thing turns on a phonograph and a sad ballad leaks out into the room. Soul begins to play.

The notes rise and fall with grace, crying out in their pain. His eyes remain closed but the emotion can be seen written across his face. I find myself moving closer in time with the music, my steps following the song with their glides. When he looks up I am by his side, staring at his fingers as they dance along the black keys, skipping over the white ones all together.

"This is what happened Maka. Please try to remember how you once felt." The music picks up and the room around us changes. Even the devil fades away, his smile fading last. I find myself in a room surrounded by books. The window opens to a colorful back yard, filled with vegetable gardens and toys. A woman is singing as she holds a baby in her arms. She is rocking steadily as an older boy tries to peek over her lap.

The room blurs again and I am in the same room. There aren't any more toys outside and all the vegetables and flowers have died and hang in brown husks. The woman and a man are arguing and she says something he doesn't like. He reaches out and strikes her, knocking her into the floor. The man jumps on top of her, beating her until her once beautiful face is a mass of blood. Something draws my attention over to the other side of the room. Two boys are standing together the older one holding his little brother in his arms while her cries. The young Soul tries to get the man to stop but he knocks him back into the desk and says not to interfere. Both of the brothers cry.

They are fighting again. But this time it's in the kitchen. The woman has bruises on her face left from another fight shortly before. She is hiding the younger Soul behind her, putting herself in the path of the man's rage. His fist slams into her stomach and she falls over clutching it. His anger is turned to Soul who has jumped to his mother's side. He is pleading for her to be okay. The man's foot shoots out and Soul cowers from the swing he know that is coming. In a flash of white his older brother is there and he takes the kick for him. He screams for Soul to get their mother away before the man punches him into the hard metal of the sink.

This one is short. The Soul is behind the bookcase in the man's office. He is talking to a woman in a long black dress. He should be asleep but he had another nightmare. He cannot see the face that haunts his memories, only a lock of white hair. She hands him a vial of black liquid and the picture dissolves.

The man is in the Soul's room late at night. Soul screams as the liquid burns through his veins and collapses into shudders as the man scoffs. He says he is weak and will never be anything. The man walks off. A few moments later the brother walks in and cradles Soul until he stops crying. He said not to worry that he will always love him.

They are back in the study, this time much older. Soul has just returned to the house and his brother and mom are glad to see him. His father however is not. He is angered by Soul and said he had told him to leave. Soul said he only came back to take his mother and brother to where it was safe. The man punched Soul's mother in the side of the head. And she falls to the ground holding her hand to her hair. Blood leaks from the wound and she stares at it. The man screams that they are his and only his. That no one as weak as Soul can take them away. The man shoots toward his brother who is trying to help his mother up. The man raises his fist when a black and red blade shoots through the man's arm. The man screams and flings the boy back. The boy lands on his feet and bent over slightly. The smile on his face is unnerving as he bares his teeth at his father. The man steps back but sneers and goes for the brother again. Souls is faster. He cuts the man's leg and forces him to his knees. He stabs at the stomach and slices the ribs, but it's not enough. Something has taken him and pulled him deep into darkness. He raises his arm and slashes straight though the man's spine, severing his top half from his legs. Soul is coated in blood and laughs. When he returns to reality he searches for his mother and brother. When he looks past the wreckage of his father he sees them both staring ahead with empty eyes. He didn't see it but he knows. His blade went right through and killed them. It was all his fault…

I gasp as the music stops playing and I am pulled into the Black room again. Soul's fingers rest on the last notes as they die in the room. He stares down at the piano as he drops his hand off. His head swings over to me but it is still facing down, covering his eyes with hair.

"My mother used to say- to me and my brother. She would always say our white hair was as pure as the snow. We were angels that gave her deliverance. How funny that I was the one that gave her to god." He stands and a dark stick liquid seeps from the tiles of the floor. "You should leave Maka, before the madness devours your soul."

Taking a deep breath I step forward into Soul's arms. The blood creeps up my legs slowly as if devouring every taste it can get of me. "I'm not going to leave you Soul. It's my fault you're here and I will stick with you no matter what."

"The madness will devour you." He leans away long enough to look into my eyes with his last grip on sanity. The black goo has crawled up to his neck and I feel it close in around my face.

"Let it."

I hate to face the dark,

When I'm standing alone.

I'd give you my heart,

But I must reap what I've sewn.

You are for to kind, for someone like me.

So I'll suffer in silence, this I guarantee.

Om: I bet they liked me better than you.

Me: I have to admit that was good.

Om: Yeah I know.

Me: Would it kill you to say thank you? I mean you never even compliment my stuff.

Om: It may. And that is because you never write anything worth complimenting.