Soul bursts into the room, pistols in both of his hands. He is on his guard, and when he sees Medusa, he almost shoots.
"Is that anyway to greet your aunt?"
"Murderer."
"I suggest you put those guns down." She walks toward Maka, and holds her hand around her neck.
"I know you wouldn't want Maka getting hurt." Medusa precociously smiles. She squeezes her neck a little tighter, and Maka lets out a choking noise. Soul lets his arms relax, pointing the gun's barrels away from Medusa, but not letting go of them entirely.
"Get your hands away from her." Medusa retracts her hands, instead pulling out a gun.
He runs over to Maka, looking at her.
"Are you okay, Maka?" He looks desperately at her face, seeing the bruises on her arms and legs.
"You're going to pay for this."
"Not if I kill you." She points the gun straight towards him ,and he pulls both of his back up, the ends of the barrels aiming towards her face. He moves in front of Maka, protecting her behind him, and Medusa smiles.
"I see you've taking a liking to my Maka."
"She wouldn't work for you."
"No, she wouldn't, but she served her purpose well, despite. You love her. And I willing to bet that you would die for her." Medusa, motions to Asura, and he pulls up his earlier revolver, aiming past Soul's openings to point at Maka.
"Would you?" Medusa fires a shot, the bullet embedding in the walls centimeters away from Maka's head, and she screams.
"I would." He lowers his guns, dropping them to the floor.
"No! Soul! She going to kill you!" Soul looks back at her, and smiles. "But she won't kill you."
"You can't do this, Soul!"
"She was right, I do love you Maka."
"You don't have to prove it!"
"Chain him."
Crona enters the room, taking Soul hand's and chaining them. He moves to release Maka's chains, but Medusa stops him.
"Now, why would we undo her chains."
"You promised you would free Maka, Mother."
"Quiet, Crona." She glides along the room to Asura,
"I appreciate your help, Asura, but you can leave. They're both dead at this point. Leave me the gun, will you?"
"Leave you? Whatever do you mean, Medusa?" His laugh reveals the insanity hidden within his pale face.
"Remove yourself from this room."
"You've been giving me orders this entire evening. Don't forget, we're business partners. I think I'll stay. " His tone is flirtatious, but Maka can sense the warning under it.
"Were. No, our business is over. I killed your father, and allowed you to take over your corporation. And you delivered me my nephew. Our business is over. It's time to cut ties. "
"Don't be foolish, Medusa." he hisses. "Your business will never really be over with death. While I appreciate your help with my father, you have handed me an empire. You should know better than anyone that greed will never stop there."He lets out a dry guttural laugh, which echoes throughout the foyer.
"Medusa,You can't possibly think, I'm done with you yet." He grabs her chin, and forces it up to look directly into his eyes.
"I even have another business proposition for you. Do think about it. I could really use use your help." He lets out another deranged giggle, and
"While I already own an empire, I could own an entire industry: Deep sea travel and exploration. Can you imagine how much cash people would fork out to ride in your ship, and to see you freaks!" He grabs Medusa's neck, and touches her gills. You don't look anything like mermaids, but you have gills, and waterproof skin. I bet if I bet Stein cut you up, you would look more fish on the inside than human!"
Medusa stabs his foot with her heel, and knocks his pistol out of his hand. She takes his neck in her hands, pushing, trying to strangle him. Not to be outdone, Asura lowers his shaking hands down to his coat pocket. And pulls out a dagger. He places it to her neck, the trembling of his hands nicking her skin, enough for red blood to start slowly dripping from her neck5. She tosses him aside. Regrouping himself, he wipes the dagger, and picks up the dropped pistol from the floor.
"So you don't want to help me? That's fine too. I don't need your help anymore. I've already gotten the coordinates from when your Nephew crashed into my ship."
He aims the gun for her head, and Medusa does the same. During the intenseness of their fight, Maka, his quiet footsteps unheard walks over to Maka and Soul, moving to unlock her from her chains, and Soul after.
"Crona." she whispered, and hugged him. "I thought you were on Medusa's side."
He clenches his fists. "We do have a strong bond, even if she was the one who brought us together. I couldn't let you die."
"I never doubted you."
"Can you free Soul?"
"My mother…"
"Will die." he interrupts. Crona nods, and he loosens the chains, allowing Soul to easily escape.
The noise alerts Medusa, who points her gun at him, and shoots. Crona moves in front of him, blocking the shot. Soul shoots, the bullet flying out of the cartridge into her neck.
A second one shoots towards Asura, nicking him. He runs out of the room, only to be kneed by Patty and knocked out.
Maka sighs, feeling only relief at their deaths.
Crona is lying on the ground, his eyes closed. Maka reaches down towards him, and lightly shakes his shoulder. She brings her shaky hand to his wrist, feeling an absence of a pulse.
"Crona." She cries for him. He is dead.