Title: Taken
Warnings: SEVERE Angst, Kidnapping, Implied rape, character torture... Enjoy?
Pairings: SoulxMaka Implied KidxPatty and BlackstarxTsubaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.. if I did.. I'd be rich. :D
Author's Note: It seems that most of my Quotation notes mysteriously dissapeared in the last chapter.. Sorry if the lack thereof confused anyone.. I will try to keep an eye on that this next chapter. Oh.. and Finally we get to see a bit of Maka! Oh, Maka.. how I've missed you!
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Maka PoV.
I glared as well as I could at my captors, recognizing the hulking man with pointed ears and a magical left eye. Medusa was standing against the wall behind him as she always did, the black smoke coming out of her mouth with that smirk I hated so much. Despite how much my wrists and entire body hurt, I mustered the courage to struggle when Free came towards me with the thin wire coiled in his hands. Of course, being chained in a predominately still position made getting away from the flashing wire incredibly difficult, but I was getting the hang of it. I avoided only a fourth of the strikes, but that was a fourth less injuries that I had to take..
At least a small victory for me as Medusa seemed to take some sadistic joy out of watching me avoid the swings and strikes – at least I knew I was doing something for myself… instead of just waiting for Soul and the others to get here. I could sense their souls if I concentrated my hardest.. and had been given a break in the 'action' that they considered fun. I'm not sure what it was that Medusa was trying to do, but I was more than ready to get my hands on my partner and slice a path through them all… I 'woke up' from my musings when the wire cut painfully into the muscular flesh of my upper thigh. I was still athletic, even if I was slight of build – I didn't have to worry about gaining weight when I ran around as I did.
"Hey, Girly.. are you listening to me? I told you that I wanted to hear you scream." I had managed so far not to scream or make noises aside from cursing them when they hurt me… I considered that a matter of pride in myself.. I might cry or call out when I was fighting – but I wouldn't do it when they wanted me to.. I refused to let myself make a noise… Though when he caught me off guard by it, I did tend to let go of the iron hold on my tongue; apparently the grunt wasn't enough for him. Noticing the close proximity of the shape shifter, I gathered the moisture in my mouth and let fly to, what I felt, was an impressive degree… Right into his face. Another small victory.
As the man was howling and backing away to clear his eyes, one of Medusa's vector arrows shot out to wrap around my throat, leaving me to struggle not to suffocate. I could hear the sickly sweetness of her tone as she advanced towards me, that arrow constricting tighter..just like the snakes she favored so much. I knew that she had managed to put the two on her arms inside me… and could do whatever she wished because of it.. and that thought alone terrified me the most. Not that I would die – but that I would die without being able to do anything about it. Ever since I'd made Soul into a Deathsythe, I had found a strength to continue on, to do things that I wouldn't have been able to do when I'd started this journey. Of course.. I was still afraid of dying with my hands tied.. And I almost felt like the woman knew exactly what my worst fears were,
"You should simply give in to us, child… Listen to your elders and do as you're told. You won't have to endure any more of these punishments if you simply become subservient." Despite the arrow around my neck, I lashed out with a foot, trying to get her away from me.. I hated that woman.. hated everything about her.. and it wasn't just what she did to Chrona anymore. She had said things that I could never forgive. When she jerked backwards, the arrow cut into my throat, not bad enough to kill me.. but bad enough that it alarmed everyone in the room. Apparently, they wanted me alive for something or other.. so I was given minimal treatment of the wound and left in my cell on my own. This time, they didn't lower my chain as they had for the past two nights, they left me dangling as if I were a hunk of meat on the butchers hook.
Ugh… what a lovely image.. I couldn't even tell what time of day … or night it was.. I could never tell. The best source of time I had was when I'd met Soul Eater in our soul worlds.. but that had been almost too brief – a mere drop in the bucket for the time I had spent here.. Of course, the time wasn't really the issue, it was the sense of time to me during the entire ordeal. I sighed, lowering my head gingerly to let it hang on my chest. I knew there was no way to relax my arms, and while I had been strong enough in the beginning to be able to pull myself up and get my legs around the chain – I couldn't even pull myself up an inch now. I let my eyes look down my body, the torn clothing.. the half healed wounds… and the puddle of blood at my feet. How could a human bleed that much and not die? It had been a constant question since I had noticed it, as it grew larger and larger over the different 'punishments' they had me endure. That made me snarl, feeling my lips crack from the lack of anything to drink.
They thought that I'd give in to them and just roll over… I was having the last laugh there.. I knew that was the LAST thing I intended to do was just give in to them. I just couldn't do it.. everything that made me me was fighting against that very idea. I tried to take the weight of my body onto one arm so I could try to rotate my other shoulder, but I felt as weak as a newborn kitten.. and sick to go with it. This cell was as moldy and damp as it was uninviting and dingy. I knew I had developed some sort of lung infection… though I couldn't be sure that it was that, or the snakes that Medusa stuck me with… My fists clenched and unclenched as I struggled to drag myself up the chains to give my arms a rest, but I couldn't even move an inch, let alone the two feet I really needed.
Instead of expending my energy on trying to alleviate my pains in a physical way, I tried a different approach and closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to as much a semblance of order as I could with my hang constricting my breathing. I knew somewhere in my soul that I couldn't survive long hanging like this – my lungs were never able to get enough air into them… As I closed my eyes, I concentrated on my inner world, and the soul that I could feel miles to the south.. a soul that I knew even in the darkest places of my darkest dreams. I reached out to him, knowing that he was scared for me.. and that I was scared for myself.
Just as I was about to give up, I felt the brush of his soul in return to mine and I was in my bedroom, where we had last left off in our previous meeting, with a few differences. I wasn't in my bed, but on the floor, and I wasn't wearing my soft pajamas, but the remnants of my Spartoi uniform again. With a sigh, I lifted my hands to wipe some of the blood out of my face. I was holding myself together with bubble gum and band aids… I just wanted Soul to get back here.. I could deal with being in close proximity to Free and Medusa… but so long as the man wasn't touching me with anything other than that wire that he liked to use. If he started getting any closer than that, I knew that coherent thought went right out the window. Knowing that Soul might not be here for a while yet, I drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, locking my hands over my wrists.
As much as I tried, I was slowly realizing that there was no way that I would be able to be alone… not for a very long time… I could feel the trembles starting in my chest and working its way out to my arms and legs.. and I knew then that I wasn't going to be able to stop it. Instead of trying to fight it, I tucked my head into my knees and the circle of my arms and just let myself shake, trying to clear my head of everything that was scaring me at that moment. It was the touch of a hand on my arm that made me lash out, or maybe just the uncertainty of it all, but I knew that I'd done something irreparable when my hand met flesh and I heard a thump afterwards.
My soul knew who I'd hit, even if my mind hadn't at the time and I'd immediately coiled out of my little ball of depression and moved over to where Soul was picking himself up off the ground. I knelt at his side and reached out to take hold of him to help him up and he only slapped my hands away, leaving me staring at him in shock. The look on his face was almost the scariest thing I'd seen, his ruby eyes blazing with a controlled fury.
"Soul… I…I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to hit you!" I leaned in to help him wipe some of the transferred blood on my hand off of his face, but he only caught my hands in his, staring at me with a look I knew he only gave to our enemies.
"You always claim that you know me wherever I am. Yet you still manage to haul off and hit me when you're hiding from yourself." He stood, hauling me none too gently to my feet with him as he kept the hold of my wrists and spun me around so my back was to my bed. "Get a hold of yourself, Maka. You're worthless to me in this kind of shape.. Don't even know your own weapon. Do you understand that? Worthless to me. You will never get out of there, and quite frankly, I don't *WANT* you out of there.. Do you understand me? You. Are. Worthless!" All the while we were talking, he had been backing me up against the bed, when he spoke the last three words, he pushed once more and my knees hit, bringing us both down with a crash.
Despite the fact that it was Soul – I panicked and started kicking out, punching.. doing anything I could do to get out from beneath him. In the process, the wounds that he'd so tentatively cleaned the day before had split open and I had begun bleeding.. . The blood ended up being my savior as it made my skin slick enough to slide out of his grip. The moment I was free, I bolted for my door, slamming it in his face and trying to break the resonance I had with him. This was *WRONG*… I never would have thought that Soul of all people would do that!
I broke free of his connection and found myself staring straight into the face of the blonde witch who had started this all. She was looking concerned, even touching my cheek in a way that Soul had done so just the day before.
"Did something happen, Child?" I pulled my face away from her and looked at the ground at my feet, at the fresh blood that was dripping to join the rest in the puddle.
"No… Nothing happened.. Go away." I grit my teeth together, trying to reason out what was going on, trying to figure out what had changed, and why Soul acted the way he did. It was completely out of character for the man I'd known since I was fifteen. We were both nineteen now, and "I know that he'd never act that way….."
"Act what way, Child? Did that filthy boy do something to you? You know that men are worthless – They only use you until they are finished with you and then throw you away. Look at Free… He used you and left you to die.. isn't that just like the men that they are? Worthless…spineless slugs. You won't have to deal with that anymore, Child… If you only just let me help you." I tried to keep up with Medusa's path, but she kept circling around me as she talked, the tone of voice concerned, though I knew it was nothing of the like. Wasn't it? Wasn't the only thing she wanted our destruction? The death of everyone I held dear?
"What do you say, Child? Will you join me? I will help you rid the world of all the horrible men in your life… All you've got to do is say the word."
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Author's Note: OoOooOOoOOOoOOoooo Katsuma is on a roll tonight.. this story jsut won't leave me alone and let me sleep. Soooo.. what do you guys think? Should Maka give in and let Medusa take over? And what of Soul? Personally, I think he'd be an ass for doing that.. Don't you? I'm sure *I* would give in if my partner treated me that way...