So, I'm posting this chapter as a test more than anything else. I don't know who out there still wants to read this. Anyway, I don't own Soul Eater and never will.

I watched nervously as Morgan dropped her Soul Protect and walked over the sand dune toward the witches' hideout. My plan was good, and firm, but a lot of its success rested on her shoulders. If she decided to betray us, we'd all be screwed over. So, it was with apprehension that I watched her lift up into the sky and fly through the window of the tall, glass structure.

"Woah, did you see that?" Patti asked, voice echoing in my head. "I didn't know witches could fly without brooms or something."

"The more powerful witches can." I replied. "And Morgan is very powerful. Now, we just need to wait for her signal. If she doesn't decide to sell us out or something."

"She wouldn't do that, Kid. You've got to start trusting her for God's sake." Liz chimed in, annoyance very clear in her voice.

"When you trust witches, you get hurt." I insisted. "I don't have to trust her to work with her. I honestly don't. We just need to get done with this mission, and go home. And if she does try to betray us, then we'll just have to get back and report it to my father."

I heard both of my weapons sigh, but opted to ignore it. I stared up at the window of the hideout and held my breath. When Morgan took out the guards in the upper tower she said she would send out some kind of signal, a symbol we would be sure to recognize, then let down something that we could climb. I didn't know exactly what to expect, but I hoped that it would come soon. The longer we waited, the more anxious of some sort of betrayal I became.

Then, from the window a black plume shot out, it drifted in the sky for several terse moments before slowly taking the shape of a skull, the symbol of the DWMA. Then, a long red rope was lowered from the window to brush against the sand at the base. I didn't take the time to wonder where the rope had come from, I just started running. I let Patti and Liz transform back and hurried them up the rope first, before quickly following them. It was a surprisingly easy climb, and as soon as my feet hit the glass flooring in the structure, my weapons transformed and took their place in my hands.

Morgan snapped and the rope disappeared, then she reached over and grabbed my arm. I almost pulled away before realizing that she was leaning in to whisper something in my ear.

"We need to be quiet and careful. There's a lot of witches in here, can't you feel it?" I nodded to her, shaking my arm to get her to release me. "This is going to require stealth. Okay? In a place like this, the center should be a weak point. We could bring the whole structure down with one nice blow. Then, picking off the survivors would be easy."

"You're sure about this?" I asked, looking at her with at least mild disbelief. "The center is going to have the biggest concentration of witches. Do we want to jump in there right now?"

"Well, you're in charge here, Kid," she said with a small smirk. "But that's what I suggest. I am the expert on witches, remember?"

"I think we should go for it." Liz said, catching my attention.

"Alright, that's what we'll do then. Here's the plan. We cut straight through, taking out walls as we go. Anything to weaken the structure. I'll take the lead, you guide me from behind and watch my back. Kill anything at moves. Everyone understand?"

After a series of affirmations, I began to lead the way into a hallway. My guns were positioned in my hands, ready to pull the trigger at any moment. "Okay, take a right up ahead. Blow a hole in the wall and keep going."

I didn't want to follow her orders, as that's what they felt like, I had told her to guide me to the center of the building. I did as she told me, shooting my weapons to burst through the glass. As we ran through the new hole, I heard shouts from ahead of us. Two witches stood at the other end, advancing quickly. One quickly shot a spell at me, a ball of burning fire. I could feel the heat radiating off of it as it raced toward me.

I was suddenly pushed forward, my face slamming into the glass wall in front of me. Morgan stuck her hand out, letting the fire consume it. I sat up and fired two shots at the witches, taking them down as the smell of burning flesh alerted me to the condition of my partner.

"You…why'd you defend me like that?" I asked, standing slowly, as she cradled her now injured hand close to her body. "I could have handled it!"

"Sure, Kid…" Pushing past me, she broke through the glass with blast of magic and ran through it. "Come on, the whole place is sure to be on high alert now!"

I followed her quickly, angrily. She shouldn't have done that. I just hadn't got my bearings to protect myself and now she was injured. I caught up just in time to watch her take out two more witches who'd been waiting for us. She reached back with her good hand and grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.

"Straight down this hallway there's a room. In the middle of the room there's a large crystalline structure. Take it down. Then, get the hell out. Jump out of a window or something. Just…trust me, you don't want to be in the building when it comes down."

"And what about you?" I asked. "Do you expect me to leave you here?"

"That's exactly what I expect." I looked behind her to realize a surge of witches were quickly closing the distance between us. She had obviously noticed, too. "Now, go!" I watched as she turned and began to fight, throwing herself into the heat of a battle. To my surprise, she was able to hold them, even injured, keeping them from getting around her to me.

"We can't leave her alone like this, Kid." Liz said, voice echoing in my mind, coupling with my own doubts. "She won't be able to get back outside in time. She'll go down with the building."

I knew she was right, however, I knew that there was no option but to do was the witch said. If we stood and fought, eventually we'd be taken down. If we tried to run, we risked leading the witches back to the DWMA where most of our best fighters were still away on other missions. The only way to ensure the safety of the Academy and ourselves was to follow through on the original plan.

Turning, I ran off down the long hallway, Liz and Patti both screaming protests in my head, away from the fighting witches. I wondered for a small second what the other witches though of Morgan, how she was fighting on the side of the meisters. I made it into the room, and just as she said there'd be, a large crystal rose up in the center of the room. It was in an hourglass shape, the base, connected to the floor, and the top connected to the ceiling were both thick and more than likely impenetrable. However, the center was thinner, weaker. A good shot would surely break it, and bring the rest of the structure down with it. It was just as Morgan had said. I should have trusted her this whole time.

"Come on, Liz, Patti," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I know you don't want to leave Morgan behind. I don't either. But, this is the only way to do this. We've got to give our strongest move into bringing this place down. It's not just for us. It's for everyone at the DWMA, Lord Death, and Morgan. Okay? Are you ready?"

"We're ready, Kid…" Liz said, her voice quiet, but with an edge of determination outlining it.

"Yeah, tell us what to do," said Patti in a similar tone.

I could feel my weapons power surging through me as we all connected. The gates opened and suddenly all three of us were beautifully connected. I crouched, aiming them at the center of the structure, then waited as they transformed into the death canons. Their structures traveled up my arms, to my shoulders. Power grew exponentially. When they had reached the full potential, I locked onto the target and fired.

The sound reverberated throughout the building as the two blasts hit directly on target. The structure broke in half, splitting. Then, the roof begin to cave in. With my weapons back to being regular guns again, I rose to my feet and looked up at the glass shards raining down around us. I looked over and saw a window on the other side of the room, the only safe escape route. I ran toward it, trying desperately to reach it, to get myself and my weapons to safety. However, just as I reached the window a large piece of glass fell, hitting me on the head. I felt the warmth of blood beginning to rush down my face before I fell down, unconsciousness overtaking me.

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