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- Prayer of the Refugee -
"Ah… I take back what I said." I said, reaching for the door knob to shut it without taking my eyes off the inside of the door. Kid seemed lost, his eyes were wide in confusion and a bit of horror. "Kid?" No answer, only this time, his eye twitched. I stood next to him and tried to see what was so horrifying that he would ignore the fact we were in danger.
Well… I'm pretty sure this room can get someone sidetracked… I mean, all honest, it's pretty fucked up. Not as bad as the demented bear's body room but this is pretty high up there. The room, itself, was dark with a faint red glow illuminating the walls with a big golden red chandelier hanging low to the 'ground.' On the walls? Bodies, kinda. From the torso up they were just mounted there with their arms dangling and heads bowed, knives prodding from their necks. There were four on each wall. Even on the ceiling. Luckily, though, not on the wall we were standing by since the wall was the door pretty much. A big gaping, I think bottomless, hole was where the floor was suppose to be. Blood was smeared all around the edges like bodies were dragged down into the hole. I won't go in to detail, since, hell, I don't want to…
Kid was still staring at the bodies on the wall opposite to us with a horrified and almost angry look. "Hey, Kid? What's wrong?" …I feel like I'm talking to Lassie… How funny. Kid still wouldn't answer me, his eyes looked like he was in his own little world. A very pretty golden-…… Cue face palm. I need to stop that. "The bodies…" Kid muttered, barely audible so I had to lean towards him to hear what he said. "What?"
"The bodies… They're asymmetrical! Look! The cuts at the waist are uneven!" He cried, grabbing the sides of his head. He was visibly shaking, which is never a good sign for a Shinigami with OCD… I stared at him for a minute, a minute that seemed to drag on forever, before blinking and grabbing his wrist. I yanked him back from walking into the hole, that he seemed to not notice. "Kid! What the hell are you doing?" Haha, I never imagined me, a blah meister, chastising a friggin Death God. He turned and gave me a funny look, "I have to fix the bodies! Cut them to a correct and symmetrical image!"
"Do you know how disturbing that sounds!" I cried, flashbacks from my last encounter with a deranged bear popped into my mind. He looked back at the bodies then at me. Jesus, is he gonna be like in those movies where the guy is a tool and blows off the chick for the other thing…? He sighed and wrapped arms around me, in a vise grip like when we fell of the cliff. :D
It's actually awesome when your dream guy hugs you, especially, if he's Death the Kid. Yup. A few moment passed before he released me and took a step back. "We still need to find a way out of here." He turned and walked out of the room, stopping and inspecting the dark void we were in. I followed him out, still flustered from the hug. :D All I heard was silence, like, no crickets chirping, no owls hooting, nothing. Okay, I didn't really expect any of those things to actually sound but I dunno.
"Ah, a Shinigami and a mime! Just my luck!" A voice cackled, making me jump and spin around in surprise. Kid took the calmer path, her turned and glared at the guy. Yeah, this guy with the emo look down, stood on a cliff- Oh, wtf! Why are all these things suddenly appearing!? Aw, screw it. Anywho, the guy couldn't be any older than I am, with bright green hair spiked back and covering his left eye. Oh, he's wearing a black cloak thing. Yup, that screams emo, no?
"Who are you?" Kid asked, stepping in front of me. The guy snorted, raising his chin, like he was a friggin god. "I, you ask, am Forte. Master of Marionettes!" He crooned. God, he resembles Black*Star in so many ways. D: I leaned forward and whispered to Kid, "Sensing a little Black*Star there?" He chuckled lowly and nodded, "It's like hell with just one Black*Star, two is a worse."
"Hey! Don't belittle me by speaking of me in secret!" He cried, pointing at us, me specifically. Even though he did resemble Black*Star, something about him was off. It might be the way he's looking at me, kinda like he wants to rape me. Gah, how scary. I looked over Kid's shoulder and looked at his face. Nothing special about it really, he had dark, you guessed it, green eyes and had some freckles on his cheeks… "Lucky." I muttered, grabbing hold of Kid's jacket and burying my face into his shoulder.
"Forte, is it? Well, what is it you want?" Kid asked, his voice was unusually level, like he knew something… How come no one tells me anything? Forte sniffed, throwing his hands in the air and shrugging. "I got a call. Heard about a mime and I just had to come and see it. Haven't caught sense of one in years." Shit, a mime? The second most scariest thing evar. Second to a clown. I get shivers just thinking of the word. Kid must of noticed my reaction to the word and decided to ask.
"And by mime, you mean…?" Kid trailed off, waiting for Forte to join in on his game of fill in the blanks. "By mime, I mean, a mime. I'm not talking about those things that walks the streets in… what, France?" I could sense Kid roll his eyes at the boy, whom I given up on to understand. The boy is freaking mental, like Black*Star… "Then, what other 'mime' are you talking about?" Kid seemed to get frustrated every second, just by being in the same… time in space with this dude. Poor Kid, he's hasn't seen anything yet. Try living with Amaya for 4 years with her goth-ness and weirdness. That is frustrating and can feed into a suicide attempt. To any normal person, that is. One, which I am not.
"Durr, mime. I mean, like, what other definition is there for mime that can explain what I mean?" Towards the beginning and ending of that sentence, Forte kinda slurred his words. OH, snap, now it all makes sense. "Hey, dude, you're high aren't you? Or drunk. Which is it?" I asked, louder than I meant to say it. He turned and stared at me with a look that kinda looked scary with his emo look going on. "No, I'm not. I'm not legal." Pssh, Panzy. "So? I've done a lot of stuff that weren't exactly legal." Kid looked over his shoulder at me. "Really?"
"No. I was screwing with you, two." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Children these days. A loud and taunting laugh exploded around Kid and me. We both looked up at Forte, whose expression turned to evil. A dark shadow shrouded his eyes, giving him this Chucky type look. "I must explore your mind, mime. Give her over, Shinigami." He demanded, like in those cheesy movies where the bad guy wants the girl for some sexual or perverted fantasy he wants to play out… Or that he wants her for her power. Yeah, it could be one of those.
Kid stepped back, raising his hand defensively in front of me. Forte raised both his hand in the air, the shadows behind him started to dance, twirling and attaching themselves to his fingers. His hands flew out in front of his face, the shadows, now strings, shot towards us, flipping and twisting like hell. Kid spun around and pushed me out of the way, just as the shadows slammed into the ground. Black debris flew up and around us, creating a smoke screen. "Ah, fuck." I cursed under my breath as something slithered in front of me, seriously, just as the smoke cleared.
Maka and Soul both stared at the girl standing above the door in front of them. Soul stepped back before transforming into his scythe form, spinning and landing perfectly into Maka's hands. The girl lowered her head, staring at the duo blankly. "Hey… That was cool. How'd you do that? I wanna be able to do that too…" Maka exchange looks with Soul before crouching down into a fighting stance. "You'd have to be a weapon. I don't think you are one." Maka stated, twirling Soul in her fingers. The girl shrugged. "No, I'm not a weapon…"
Something shifted behind her, leaping into the air and forming a crossbow. Silver and purple zigzags decorated the sides with red peace signs scattered across. She raised the crowwbow in front of her, positioning the arrow and string in a ready form. Maka raised Soul in front of her, narrowing her eyes in anticipation for the attack. "I'm a meister." The girl stated lowly, pressing the trigger with her finger, the arrow flew forward, spiraling wildly before hitting the ground in front of the duo. It crashed into the ground, black powder rose up, completely blocking view of anything.
Maka stood up, glaring at the girl as she rushed forward, swinging Soul at her. The blade came in contact with the girl's forearm, piercing the skin and throwing the girl back into one of the many pillars surrounding them. "Aah, that hurt…" Snapping and creaking followed the statement, the noises seemed to swirl around the meister and weapon. Slowly, a figure rose, black powder still obstructing their view. "What's your name?" Maka called, watching the figure sway, raising something in its hand.
"Annie. What's yours?" Annie answered, climbing over a crumbled pillar, landing on the ground with a thump. "Maka and my partner, Soul Eater." Both girls stared at each other, neither making any move in advancement towards the other. "That's a cool name… I wish my name was cool like Maka or Soul Eater…" Silence followed as Annie played with the trigger of her crossbow, occasionally adjusting the arrow. "Where are we?" Maka asked as she held Soul behind her back. Annie looked up. Sigh.
The crossbow rose and shot an arrow in one fluid movement, striking an inch next to Maka's throat. She stepped back in confusion and switched Soul to her other hand and held him out. "Hey, what was that?" Soul asked as Annie stumbled back from the force of the arrows launch. "An attack." Annie answered.
"Can we end this?" Soul proposed, Maka nodded.
I'm gonna end this chapter here, since I lost my enthusiasm to continue the chapter. Sorry, I wanted to update, even though its not done. Well, enjoy and review :D