30 Days
Day 17 Part 2, Day 18
Steve reached Kami's apartment only to find her missing, her cup of tea still sitting on the edge of an end table. The cordless phone was dead, on the floor where she left it, now Steve was becoming worried. He reached in his pocket and dialed Shibusen. Stein answered the phone.
"Steve, what the hell is going on?" He said as he picked up the phone.
"I forgot you all had caller ID," Steve said, "I'll tell you what's up screw head. What's up is Spirit Albarn has gone rogue and is taking us with him!" Steve said.
"Are you sure," Stein said, "he seems normal."
"Jeffery Dahmer seemed normal too, until that one guy came running out of his apartment naked with handcuffs still attached. Looks are deceiving Stein." Steve said walking down the steps towards his car.
"What do you want us to do?" Stein replied.
"Put out an all-points bulletin throughout Death City, if someone sees him we will scoop him up before he has a chance to fuck up again." Steve said and hung up. He drove back to Shibusen with a sinking feeling in his heart.
Maka and Soul sat on the couch, Soul wrapped in a blanket and Maka using her new Snuggie she had bought on sale at the local Wal-Mart. The AC was a comfort but it could chill the apartment sometimes beyond belief. They were watching the news before Maka's favorite game show Jeopardy came on. She would always like to test herself to see how well she would do on the show, if she ever got on. What came on the TV next would take her thoughts away from quiz shows. A breaking news theme blared from the speakers, and the reporter began to speak as a picture of her father came up.
"Death City Police and the FBI are looking for Spirit Albarn. Albarn is wanted by authorities for several counts of homicide, and conspiracy to spread madness. If you see him please call the Death City police at 666-6666." The reported moved on to the weather as Maka sat there wide eyed and trembling.
"It's all a lie," she said, "He wouldn't do this!" Maka said as wrapped his arms around her and let her sob into his blanket.
"It's okay Maka; it's going to be okay. I'm sure there's an explanation for this." He said stroking her blond hair. The phone rang, sounding twice as loud as anything in that emotional space. Soul answered it.
"Hello?" He said.
"Soul, it's Steve here at Shibusen," the voice answered back.
"You guys just upset Maka; I don't think I need to talk to you." Soul said.
"No, Soul, listen to me. It's all true, we have evidence that corroborates the whole thing was a set up from the start." Steve said.
"Why should I believe you?" Soul said.
"Because he has Kami, he has my girlfriend and Maka's mother. If we don't find him he could get Maka too. I need you both to come here right away so we can begin the process of hunting for him."
"Why, why should I give a fuck about him or you?" Soul said.
"It takes a death scythe to find a death scythe." Steve said. Soul hung up and looked Maka in the eyes.
"Come on Maka, we got to go to the school, we may have a chance to find your father." He said.
"Really?" Maka said.
"Cool guys don't lie to their girlfriends." Soul said and smiled. Maka kissed him deeply, letting her passion and fear be released. When it stopped Soul looked at her again, she was blushing.
"Don't be embarrassed Maka, we are in love after all. He said. Maka nodded and got up to put on her shoes.
Day 18
Kami had not remembered ever being this thirsty. Her head buzzed with sensations of fear and pain. The blood on her head had dried and was flaking off in rusty brown snowflakes; the spot still was tender to the touch. She hadn't remembered much of the night before, except the feeling of Spirit pressing into her and making unwanted love. Had he used protection? She wanted to hope so; the world needed less Spirit Albarn's roaming around making life a living hell. Spirit sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, where she laid, her body tanked up on some tranquilizers he had bought with the money he stole from the academy. He was holding the gun on his lap, his dress shirt was unbuttoned, the candles in the room made soft shadows on his exposed chest. Kami was starting to come off the drugs, and managed to eke out some words from her mind.
"Where, am I?" Kami said.
"You don't know," Spirit said, "We used to come here all the time when we were dating. Remember, the little cabin my parents have on the lake?" Kami looked around, she could make out the wood grain in the dim candle light, and she shuddered.
"Why are you doing this?" Kami said. Her voice choked with sobs.
"You know too much, you and that asshole bookstore owner. Trust me Kami; you would be better off coming back with me. Raising Maka all alone was so hard, and she ended up with that bastard Soul Evans. Had you stayed with me we could have had her go out with a decent boy like Ox or Havar."
"You're fucking mad!" Kami said.
"Maybe," He said, "but you know I am right."
"No," Kami said, "You're just bitter and spiteful about Maka never loving you!" Kami said.
"Shut up!" Spirit said.
"No. If you kept your dick in your pants she would have some respect for you. All you do is fuck around Spirit, that's why I left you and why Maka hates you!"
"Shut up!" He screamed and pulled the hammer back on the gun. Kami got off the bed.
"Admit it, you're a fucking horrible father." She said. Spirit aimed the gun at her. Kami blew out the candle and raced blindly through the room. She tripped over a small storage chest before her hands found the doorknob and she burst out of the room. Racing down the hall she could hear Sprit scream and chase after her. She found the stairs to the lofted bedroom and found the spare bathroom. She hurried in and slammed the door. She quieted he breathing as he began to walk up the steps, their creaking sent shards of fear into her heart. Spirit walked over to the door and began to rattle the knob. The door was locked from the inside, frustrated he slammed his fist against the door.
"You got to come out sometime Kami!" He shouted and walked down the steps. He was right she would have to come out, hopefully when the team would get there.
TBC