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There are exactly two responses when one discovers great alarming danger. Run like hell or attack the bastards! But when you are chained to a wall those circumstances can practically be disinter graded, for one can only hope that they had not been noticed. For Maka Albarn this was exactly not the case especially when the danger is someone close to you.

Earlier and what seemed like a lifetime ago Maka had laid in her pool of misery, giving up in reality until two familiar figures entered her vision that she had once declared dead. This was meant to be loving, reassuring moment and allowing the over emotional teen to bawl her eyes out in the comfort of once lost arms; The only problem. One was mad.

Right after Tsubaki's words escaped her lips the proper greeting welcomed her. What seemed like a large, lanky, dark blurry figure entered her vision before there were loud shouting and sobbing like never before (which was saying something). Her heart sored for him which had not done in years. For this person, that she had once disliked was now her happiness. Her father quickly embraced her in a tight bear hug as he began to sob placing one hand through her ash blond hair.

'Oh Maka…Oh my baby!'

Maka absorbed his hug.. Here he was, hugging her, alive, well and to her relief not harmed by Medusa. Very slowly she rested her head on his shoulder. She had missed his secure yet gentile embraces. She remembered them well when she was little those huge, strong arms that seemed to take her away from the world. She felt the collar of his sleeve press among her cheeks. Yes he really was here and just hearing him babble seemed like music to her ears. Who would have known she would even let him babble yet let him hug her, but right now she needed him. She needed him to take everything away, take her away from this world.

Even though his grip tightened and she felt the hot splashes of water soak her left shoulder, the door never opened. There was comfort. Extreme comfort welcomed her that seemed to fill Maka's heart with warmth. It may be only small but it was something. The problem was she did not feel the escape. She knew she was still here, in the cold cell, held captive, a failure. She shivered as her body began to feel warm. That new, safe world that she used to feel was nowhere to be seen.

Slowly her thoughts darted to the boy with snow white locks and deep red eyes.

She couldn't see him as her vision was blurred by a black tie in a shape of a cross but she knew he was there. She could sense him. Her heart fluttered in worry.

'Maka there's something I need to tell you.'

Half in a trance Maka finally let her eyes dart back to her fathers, his deep eyes pierced into hers as if he was understanding her for the first time.

'Do you like lemon lime and bitters?'

A glimpse of white blurred past the two ending with a loud crash as it hit the stone wall. The large solid stone screamed as it cracked and flaked. It was all that was needed for Maka to push her father away. Soul by the looks of it had been thrown down quite harshly as what was left was nothing but a gaping hole where the albino had passed through to the other room. Slowly he trotted out of the remains, swaying more than usual weekly grasping the bottom of the wall to steady him. To Maka's horror the boy roughly grasped his chest and pulled out the arrow that embedded itself there allowing the thick blood drip off the tip.

'That HURTS!'

Maka first recalled the tone of a piano before she felt a firm hand grasp her shoulder by no other than her papa. A large gale of sound pressed down upon her harshly towards the icy stone wall, causing her wrists to sizzle and left her eyes burning. It was only when a shaky cold hand squeezed itself on her right shoulder did the girl even realise her eyes were closed. She opened them into a squint to see her father reaching out to her like a great shield before gravity welcomed them. Maka hissed as she fell back onto the ground the chains seeming to add more pain due to lack of restraint.

Soul stood in the middle of the room scythe blades at the ready. His large white teeth began to flash as he slowly bent down eyes wide with eagerness.

The game began.

Arrows shot through the cell like flying bullets, expanding before attacking pray. He was faster. As if in a skipping match the boy easily, leapt in the icy air allowing the arrows to fly past him, no effort needed. Slowly he allowed the scythe blade slice through an arrow laughing as the black liquid flew through the air like water. He made it look easy and Maka had the slightest hope that he would win without a scratch. The only problem was he was versing Medusa. Without warning or sound a large wave of arrows pounded through the door before crashing around his ankles, neck and middle, twirling him around before slamming him in place.

Adrenalin took over.

'PAPA GET ME OUT OF THESE!' She shrieked thrashing at her bonds as she gazed at the screaming boy below her. He was right there, almost at her reach and her heart began to pump feverously.

Spirit at first just gazed at his daughter absorbing her words slowly coming to Maka's aid. A small blade welcomed her from the bottom of his palm and with the sounds of sawing her father began to cut the rusty shackles that bound her.

That dream. That stupid, annoying horrifying dream entered her mind like a fog horn sending alarm bells towards the frantic girl.

No it won't happen she told herself sharply

He won't die, he wouldn't

Anxiously she eyed her father's work. His brows were furrowed into a frown and his lower lip was caught in his teeth. There were a few scratches but little damage towards the ugly thing. Her heart pounded. It was taking too long. Maka began to kick, and thrash in the bonds only succeeding to cause her father huffing in frustration. She didn't care. The arrows were swimming around the albino like ants attacking their prey. They slithered around his struggling body covering his clothes, skin, hair, eyes. Soul seemed to disappear within the arrows dissolving in darkness. Maka began to struggle harder.

'Dam it! Maka calm down! You aren't doing any help by struggling!'

Maka may as well have been deaf towards her father as she didn't hear nor notice the two drops of blood dribbling down her right wrist. The webs of arrows had caught their kill and were suffocating the struggling figure underneath.

Maka's heart jumped to her throat as horrible images of her dream flooded before her eyes. Her eyes widened as she felt her whole body turn to ice all she could comprehend were the word no over and over again. The arrows had stopped moving and so had the teen that was entrapped, there was no pulling or screaming, nothing but the haunting silence that followed. It was still, quiet and purple spots began to enter Maka's vision. It was only till her papa began to soothe her that she realised she was gasping for air. All the air had disappeared leaving her lungs burning in fire.

Her heart burned a fiery pace as the images of dead red eyes flooded through her vision.

'It's ok Maka…please don't cry…just let me go, you need to forget-'

She took in a sharp breath, ready to scream, the sound of a piano wisped through the icy air.

The musician began to play.
The music caught her off guard as she spun harshly into the stone wall stealing all the air from her lungs which she had just regained. It went in the same fashion. She gasped for eternity till she finally found gravity and was yanked harshly from her chains. She took in a long breath cringing as her lungs screamed for mercy. The music of the piano played in a widely fashion. The sound was fast and furious as it erupted the dead air around them into a furious cyclone. Few of the keys were sharper than the others clapping around the room like thunder as the others intertwined like a galling wind. All Maka could think was the fact that he was alive, she was so sure, those arrows and the flooding images which she had been willing to forget but it wasn't the case she could tell by his laughter. He was long from over. The vast energies of sound disintegrated the arrows, burning Maka's eyes as her hair danced around the room. Spirit was suddenly by her side seeming to be yelling but she couldn't hear a sound. His eyes were wide while her jerked his arms about. It looked like he was put on mute. It took time but Spirit finally seemed to notice Maka's lost eyes. He scowled notching his head away from Maka twisting his lower lip in frustration. Maka felt the cold scratchy metal vibrate as her papa continued his job. It was the only thing that was making sense.

Another vast gust of sound pressed hard around the gang and Maka shuddered as the familiar laughter of a demon echoed through her ears.

She knew, she knew right when he entered her world that the self-absorbed imp had something to do with it. Soul would have never given in to madness, whenever it was discussed his eyes would darken and his brows furrow. Maka didn't really know the reason for it but she had a hunch that it was who was in control. No one wants to be trapped in their own body. It's like being a slave.

She could feel it. The madness was pressing around her, trying to slip its way in unnoticed. Secretly she thanked her soul. If she gave in to madness there would be no way of getting him out.

A soft noise of an animal caught her attention.

Her father was growling trying to cut the chains, his eyes were brighter than usual and Maka felt the uneasiness coming from them. Gently, being unnoticed she shuffled a little away from her steaming father her eyes glaring at the blue haired assassin. BlackStar was slumped on the wall his blue hair alive like burning flames as the air gushed past him. He was panting hard. Cold sweat was dripping from his nose, his eyes alight and full of concentration, brows furrowed. The madness was taking its toll. She glanced a worried look back at her father. If the madness took over she wouldn't know what to do.

Her eyes squinted towards the culprit. Soul was in the middle his eyes murderous yet his smile never quavering.

Desperately she began to think and only came with one conclusion, to match his soul wavelength. If only she could reach him, and if she did there was a high chance that he would not cooperate. The demon was in control now, all she could do was watch.

Slowly she began to kick at the bounds of her feet. A large sharp cry escaped her mouth as the steal raked her ankle, teeth clenched she tried again. The pain erupted like fire and her ankle screamed for mercy though she did not give in, she kept on kicking and kicking.

Arrows struck the area like lightening towards the boy in the middle. Quickly blades out he began to, spin and flip around the room, cutting the arrows with a vengeance. Maka heard the faint sounds of insane laughter echoing through the wind and began to kick harder hissing as the rusty chain cut her ankle. Half sobbing in desperation Maka discovered her right arm drop to her side. Slowly she lifted it embracing the pins and needles as the blood ran back into her arm. Her Father leaned over her his eyes, red and angry as he began hacking at her left chain.

Once her arm began to move and after clenching her fingers a few times Maka tried her best to slip past her father and attack her ankle. She didn't really know exactly how her hand would magically break the lock but she was so exasperated that anything seme possible. Right now all her focus was on getting to Soul. Another loud thunder clap of music sprung the rotten cell springing the miester off her feet.

A large painful grunt escaped her father as he bashed into Maka turning her vision to the black blurry yarns of his jacket. She began to get restless as she felt the madness slip its way past her. Her back screamed in agony and her nose became terribly hot as the scent turned into copper and whatever was left of her father's cologne. Right when they were up they were down the cold stone seemed to bite her legs in greeting as Spirit fell scraping his head hard on the stone floor.

With her stomach full of fire, her legs fulfilled with great burring energy, her back in agony and the taste of metal in her mouth Maka did not give in to defeat. Slowly she began to shuffle her legs, trying her best to get her womaniser of a father back on his feet. Soul's laughter ripened while he dodged through the arrows, spinning left and right, slicing and even ripping the arrows in half. This was exactly what Maka had feared. She knew if he kept on playing the more deeper he went into the madness and of he kept on going there would be no chance to pull him back.

It took less than a minute though when you're hit hard in the ribs by bony, strong knees Spirit wished he could have found his feet faster. Desperately trying to figure out what was up and what was down he shakily began to cut the chain of her daughters left wrist.

'Almost there! Almost there!' he heard himself crying though he wasn't entirely sure if he was trying to reassure his daughter or himself.

Right now he wanted to get out of here, out of this giant hole which seemed to get deeper by the seconds. The original plan was easy, simple and by all means organised, what was now was definitely not organised. Spirit felt like a five year old lost in shopping centre. He was panicked and on the verge of tears trying to cut the bonds. He needed to get his daughter out of this mess as fast as possible. He clenched his eyes in frustration as the madness seemed to slip though his consciousness playing and almost pleading within his mind. It was so peaceful, easy and utterly pleasurable.

And finally for the first time that night did Spirit plea and beg that Stein would not take two steps within this hell hole.

Maka pulled hard on the chains ignoring the grunts from her father.

The music stopped.

Spirit sighed in relief which seemed to irritate her even more. She stood there eyes focused on the being that was kneeling on the floor. His eyes changed from bright crimson down to a deep defying red that seemed to define the madness that lay behind. Similar to the music there was no laughter, he just glared down the open door way crouching so low like a giant cat ready to pounce.

Footsteps were the only sound that echoed through the open air, the rest was silent and Maka felt her nerves dripping with dread while her father grunted with acceptance. The left chain snapped in half. She looked down her ankles. They scratched among the rust metal. She was not quick enough. This wasn't good.

Slowly a sweeping powerful shadow greeted the dead aired cell before the woman that owned it.