A/N: For the final chapter, I wanted to do something special and different than the rest. I designed this chapter to flow as if from a scene of a movie, in which I also included different songs (the words in **) I believe go perfectly with each part. These songs inspired the feelings I tried to convey in this chapter and I wanted to share it with you. All you have to do is listen and read. You don't have to but I highly recommend it :3 Without further a-do, here is the finale of Don't Tell a Soul~
*3055*
The sorrowful sound of a piano played throughout the dark room. The lonely boy sat in front of the giant instrument as the rain continued to pound against the glass of his window. Though it was drowned out by his own creation, he knew it was there; his only friend and audience.
He kept his sad crimson orbs on his fingers as they slowly danced on the black and white dance floor-like keys. He studied every detail of the black piano with every bright flash of lightening; his only illumination through the large window to his left.
The boy hated the enormous room he was in with much discontent, he found himself only able to bare the room at night when the shadows were the single things that could silently judge him. The nights were the best gift the world could offer the lonely boy at the current moment, for it was the time he could be alone with his thoughts and music and no one else to scold him. His parents were fast asleep in their own bed room, far from ears reach. To the boy, that exact moment, was bliss.
For a brief moment, the boy glanced out of the wall-height window to catch the cracking rays of lightening that made his hair glow more pure than the first snow fall of winter. His crimson eyes soon found their way back to his dancing fingers before he gently closed them. He found that only the night could grant him such a pleasant gift, for during the day, he would be snuck up on and abused for his guilty pleasure. It didn't help that his back was facing the only entrance to the room but after only one painful mistake, he learned during the time the sun was up, was never a time to let his mind dream.
But not this time, not tonight. The young boy relished in the dark night's embrace and let his mind dream of only the wildest desires he could imagine. He felt each note radiate through each of his fingers, up his arms, throughout his body and soul. The music felt warm within him and soon he imagined himself standing in the middle of a pure black room.
But the dark room did not frighten him. He could only slowly look around and find a dim light shining down upon a slender, light skinned, light brown haired girl as she twirled on a single foot like a ballerina a couple of paces away from where he stood. His eyebrows rose in slight bewilderment and curiosity, but also hope. Hope that she was who he wanted her to be. Hope that she would see him and smile. Hope that she was hoping to see him too.
The young boy slowly took hesitant steps toward the girl in the pure white dress while his hand stretched out. With each step he took, his heart pounded harder. He couldn't see her face, but he knew the light brown hair that covered her face, was his girl he's looking for.
*Dragster Wave*
In the real world, the young boy continued to play the piano with his eyes closed. A ray of lightening crashed to reveal a dark figure that slowly made their way toward the oblivious pianist with arms stretched out toward him before they disappeared in the darkness once more.
In his dream, the boy finally reached the dancing girl just as the dark figure slowly stretched their hands out close to his neck in the real world.
"Maka", the young boy called out.
But just before his hand could touch her body, the young girl stopped dancing to reveal the face of a hideous creature with a horrible, ear splitting cry, not capable by any human.
The young boy's face contorted into pure fear, just as his true self opened his eyes to realize something was wrong. He threw himself to his right and landed on the floor, away from the piano and the unknown dark figure as the lightening crashed, to reveal a pale Maka in the same pure white dress he had just imagined her wearing in his dream.
*In a Heartbeat*
Maka's eyes glowed a deep green in the dark. The weapon could only stare up at her, with his mouth a gape from the ghostly sight. He finally snapped out of his trance when he saw the young girl turn to leave the room in a slow hurry.
The boy quickly got up and followed her lead into the dark hallway. He looked both ways, trying to see which direction she could have gone and caught glimpse of the tail of her white dress disappear around a corner to his left. He quickly ran in the same direction and turned on the corner only to see her tail again slowly slip into a crack of a door at the end of the long hallway. The young weapon felt his legs weren't carrying him fast enough down the hall as he ran but he finally reached the door and quickly tore it open. Inside, he found Maka hugging his brother as he sat comfortably in a large chair, a loose arm around the meister's small waist.
The young weapon was instantly filled with anger. "Why is she here?" his sudden scream caught even him off guard. "You promised to leave her out of this!"
The man laughed, "It isn't me, brother. This is all her doing. She says she wants to truly be done with you and be with me." He smirked before he looked up at the silent girl.
The boy clenched his fists in anger, trying hard to calm his eager weapon blood from taking control of his entire body. "Wes," he seethed through clenched teeth, "For the love of Kami, send her home! She doesn't need to be here- -!"
But just as quickly as the words left his mouth, Maka made her way to the young boy and grabbed him before she threw him across the room into a tall book shelf. He cried out in pain as soon as his back made contact with the hard object and fell to the floor.
Wes smiled before he slowly rose from his seat, "Maka, take the matter outside." He ordered without a second glance as he headed out the door,
The weapon began to pick himself up but felt strong hands on the back of his shirt that pulled him off the ground. Before he knew it, he was free falling. He watched Maka stand in front of the window as he fell down to the ground two stories below. He landed hard on his back, coughing up blood as his vision went blurry. The boy couldn't hear anything more once he hit the ground. The shattered glass poured hard against his still body just as the hard rain, but both were silent as sin. He felt his face and hands sting where the glass had cut him but the pain was nothing compared to the spider-web-like pain radiating throughout his back.
*Last Agni Kai*
He slowly picked himself up, dazed and trying hard to regain his barring but was quickly knocked back from Maka's sudden kick to his chest. The boy stumbled back but didn't fall down, grabbing his chest with his hand as sound instantly came back to him. "Stop this Maka!" he called out to her over the loud, pouring rain. "It's me Maka! Soul! I'm your partner! Wake up!"
The words fell on deaf ears as the girl continued her attacks. Soul brought his arms up and blocked her attacks but staggered back at the intense pain. He looked down at his arms and found large gashes in them, as if he was cut by a butcher's knife. His crimson eyes instantly shot up to Maka and saw her razor sharp knives in the back of her forearms. Her weapon form…no…how did Wes know…?, he couldn't finish the rest of his thoughts from the sudden attacks Maka threw at him. The weapon began blocking with scythe arms, trying hard not to get cut again. He kept his own for a while until Maka slashed his left thigh, knocking Soul down to the ground in pain.
Maka quickly seized the opportunity and jumped on top of him, straddling him with her hands around his neck, slowly tightening her grip. From the corner of Soul's eyes, he saw a blurry figure of Wes appear underneath a large umbrella.
The man smiled. Soul looked into brother's eyes, searching for a hint of remorse or humanity left in him but found none. "Maka, you know what to do."
As if the command was given, Maka's hands instantly tightened around Soul's throat while some of her blades slowly began to protrude out from her chest, ready to deliver the final strike. Soul looked up at Maka and saw her emotionless face. "…Maka…" his voice shook, "…I'm so sorry…for everything…" he cried as he look up with pleading eyes. His heart squeezed just as her hands squeezed his throat, causing him to gasp for air. "I-I…never…meant to…h-hurt you…" he gasped hard, vision getting blurry, "I-I…l-love…you…" he wheezed.
Maka's face twitched as her hands hesitated.
"What are you waiting for? Do it!" Wes screamed. The young girl's eyes began to water but her face remained the same. "Maka! Do it, now!"
The young meister's face slowly turned to a distressed, crying one. Her blades shattered into a million, tiny, bright pieces instantly and her hands slowly released Soul in time for him to take a much needed breath. "Soul…Soul…" she cried as she looked down at his bloody, scratched face. "…What have I done…?" she sat up and starred at her bloody hands.
Soul looked up at her, feeling his heart beat hard from the happiness. He felt a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth but his eyes widened at the view of Wes appearing behind her with a sword in his hands. "No!" Soul screamed on the top of his lungs.
Wes turned the sword deep into Maka's back until it made its way out for Soul to see the bloody blade. The weapon's face became distorted into fear, anguish, sorrow, and insanity. Maka fell forward and he caught her just before she could hit the ground. His frightened, wide eyes slowly looked down at her and found her eyes to be distant. Soul screamed on the top of his lungs. Soul looked straight at Wes as he gently placed Maka down on the ground. Once Maka's body was gently placed on the ground, Soul charged at his brother full force. "You bastard!" the boy's voice was feral and foreign, "How could you?"
Wes dodged his brother's attacks but could keep it up long enough in the rain. The man tripped on the slick ground, giving Soul the perfect opportunity and he took it. The boy stabbed his brother in both shoulders before stabbing his legs deep. Wes let out a painful scream as he fell to the ground and squirmed around from the agony.
*Run*
Soul stood over his brother and stabbed him once more at the center of his chest, no emotion on his face. Red liquid ran down the man's mouth but he still managed to smile up at his brother. "…heh…I always knew you'd be the one…to set us free…"
The weapon stood up straight and silently watched his brother painfully speak.
"…Mother…and Father…are both bdead/b…You won't have to…worry about them anymore…" he groaned.
"…how?" Soul's voice was emotionless as was his face.
The man chuckled, "…I bkilled/b them…slipped them a poison in their drinks…"
A disgusted look appeared of Soul's face, "Why would you do that…?"
Wes chuckled again, "Because…I knew they shouldn't be allowed to live…they were terrible people…just like me…" he gave a painful sigh.
Soul clenched his hands, "Why all of this then? Why?" he cried out.
The man listened to the rain a moment as he tried to steady his breathing, "Because…I'm an evil person Soul…I needed you to kill me…"
Soul clenched his jaw, "You knew all of this was going to happen…?" the question made his blood run cold, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and his stomach churn.
Wes coughed up more blood, "…S-Since you left home…I knew…" he looked up at the young boy through one eye. He watched his brother grit his teeth in disgust and anger. "Soul…don't remember me this way…the real Wes died a long time ago…I am just what became of our parents' horrible ways…I never wanted this life for you…"
Soul felt his eyes began to water. "Then why…? Why didn't you protect me…?" his voice broke as his body shook from his sobs. "I needed you Wes...I needed my brother all those years ago…but you never came!" Soul screamed, "You hated me. So why wouldn't I grow to hate you too?"
Wes studied the rain that fell like a small waterfall from Soul's hair. "I'm sorry brother…" Wes wheezed. "your real brother never stopped loving you…I wasn't strong enough to keep the darkness out…but you were…I knew I wouldn't stop…wouldn't stop until I had you back home where we all could suffer….so I had to provoke you…to kill me…"
Soul shook as he sobbed harder, "But why…? Why the fuck did all this have to happen?" Soul screamed as he tightly shut his eyes.
The man coughed out a chuckle, "Because…you were always the one…you've been the only thing….that's been right…" he coughed up more blood. "Soul…do me a favor…help me up…there is one last thing I need to do…"
Soul hesitated before he finally pulled his brother up and helped him inside the house. The tall man slowly pulled out a metal box from his shirt pocket and opened it. Inside was a smaller box of matches, in which he took one and lit it.
"What are you doing?"
Wes watched the flame dance on the tip of the stick a moment, "…I don't want this horrible memory to stay alive…" he threw the match onto the floor and it lit up easily from the gasoline he threw all around. "Take me back outside…" Wes asked after they both watched the flames consume the floor.
They walked slowly outside in the slowing rain toward a single bench by a small pond. Soul slowly lowered his brother onto the bench and watched him as he continued to cough up blood. Wes' eyes slowly began to lose life but he still managed to pull out his cell phone. Soul watched as he pressed the '#' button before he let it fall out of his hand onto the ground by his feet.
"What was that for…?"
Wes took a moment to answer, "…I don't want my house…it's also…a bad…memory…that shouldn't be…"
Soul watched his brother as he wheezed painfully. He felt his heart squeezed at the sight.
"…Stop it….Don't feel sorry…for me…and don't worry…you won't…be blamed…I told Napa…to call…Shinigami…to report this when I set off…my house….police should…arrive here….in a bit…" he coughed harder, getting difficult to speak. "…and don't worry…I-I missed…her heart…she will make it…she's strong…"
Soul's eyes widened slightly. He watched as his brother shook violently. Wes slowly looked up at the falling rain and suddenly, it slowed down around him. He could see each droplet float all around him, as if time had stopped. No sound was heard and he felt nothing. He smiled once more before he finally surrendered to Death's embrace.
The young weapon cried and shook violently. Only a few minutes passed by before he finally tore himself away to run to Maka, who was lying where he had left her. Soul cradled her and screamed out on the top of his lungs as he cradled her. His scream echoed out into the dark night as the sirens cried along with him in the distance.
