Okay, I've had this written for a few days, never got around to it, but my friend is going to like rape me if I don't post it even though she already read it, so here it is. Don't foret to review!
Maka sat there stunned at what she had just listened to. Her slave, Soul, had just basically
said that he didn't have the right to exist. "Why would he talk so lowly about himself?"
Maka questioned not expecting a response, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when a
dark voice behind her answered, "Because that's how people treat him." Maka turned
around to see a small red imp wearing a suit smirking behind her. Maka was t a loss of
words, she didn't treat it that bad…did she? And as if the imp could hear her thoughts
answered, "Yes, you do treat it that bad, and what you call him proves it." Maka bit back
her tongue he was right, she called her slave it, maybe she could try treating him a little
more like a human? When Maka was about to reply to what the imp had said, he just put
his hand up to silence her, and then with a snap of his fingers, they were in a small room
with a viewing screen in the front. Maka looked around for the imp to see him sitting in a
tall chair eating popcorn, so Maka decided to take a seat on the floor beside him. Once
she was seated the room went dark and the screen lit up wit a scene. It showed a family
walking down the street, two little boys walking in front, and then their mother and father
behind them. They were walking further and further from home, but they were also
getting closer and closer to the slave farm. The family walked in silence until they finally
arrived at the slave farm, a tall man walked out and greeted them, then the screen went
down to the smallest boy there, he had snow white hair that went wildly in every
direction, but what got her attention the most, blood red eyes, wait her slave had red eyes,
but this boy has a family, her slave has no one? The screen went back out to show the
father of the boy shaking hands with the man from the slave farm, then the man took out
a small bag from his pocket and put it in the fathers hand, and with that the man turned
and picked up the small boy, ignoring the boys struggles and screams, and Maka had to
sit there and watch as the boys family just turned and left. Then the screen went blank,
and the lights turned back on, Maka to the imp who had gotten of his chair and was
brushing his suit clean of any crumbs. "Now you see why he thinks he doesn't have the
right to exist, he believes no one wants him." The little imp said with a sadistic smirk.
Maka was shocked, that was her slave, his family had sold him! "Now that you see what
he's been through, he was given away by his family, and he still tries to protect you?"
Maka couldn't even say anything, the little imp was right. "And another question, when
did you feed him last?" the little imp said with a smirk. With that line Maka's head shot
up, with wide eyes she tried to remember the last time she had fed him, when she came
up with any time she fed him, she stood up and made a mad dash towards the door, but
before she could make it to the door the little imp called out from behind her, "Don't
think just cause you feed him, that he'll open up to you." Maka nodded, and stepped out
of the door into the darkness.
END
