Heaven or Hell

December 9th.

A day before my birthday. It was Friday and what can I say? I actually dread Fridays now, considering the mess I got into last time I had fun on a Friday.

Anyways I came straight home after school and got started on my home work, prepared dinner early and did all of my house chores before dad got home. Drunk.

"Maka!" he cried when he saw me doing laundry on the couch.

"What?"

"I loooove you, soooo much! That I-" he stoped to hiccup.

"Dad, your drunk."

"No, I'm not!"

He passed out on the floor with a goofy grin and half awake. I sighed, throwing down what I was doing to drag him up. That's when I remembered Tim for some reason and remembering that, I suddenly grew shy for a moment.

Dad... Is Tim really my half brother?

When I got him tucked in bed I sat on the edge and combed back his hair. All in all when the day is almost over, I really do love my papa... But if anyone knew that I'd reject the rumor spot on. Maybe I should ask him. Just once, to let out all the questions I have been meaning to ask, but ended up shutting them up with a book.

"Dad... I wanna know what happened to mama, is she even still alive?" I sighed, brushing stray hair in my face away.

"Oh god, why did you two even divorce? Your marriage was a complete mess, you, you took advice from Blair instead of going to a marriage consular, you went to bars and got drunk instead of taking her out and you acted like a teenager with hormones 24/7 without any regrets."

I started pilling on sense the year mama left. And it felt good, without having to have him shove a lie or a line of endearment down my ears. Then I got down to the last thing.

"And... And I talked to this woman who's the mother of that boy I babysat during the summer, Maria. And she, she, she..." I started breaking down in hysterics, my throat tightened and I felt like there was a lump in my throat.

"She told me your Tim's father, and I think that's what bothers me the most, having a sibling I never knew existed while I somehow got to know and even love him as a friend. Now all I see is you in him and I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it... I hate you, you did this, you, you, you. So just disappear, because you clearly don't care about a commitment, a child you never knew you had, or your dying daughter... There almost near dad... The fourteenth line is getting there and I'm glad. I'm glad, how, why, am I glad dad! Tell me that! Tell me why I'm glad I'm about to die! Tell me, you messed up bastard!"

I sobbed as I laid my head on his chest, felling is hand pet my head silently. I felt a horrible mixture of feelings.

Hate

Love

Regret

Relief

It was all a horrible and bitter pill to take, but I took it.

I ceased the sniffling by blowing my nose in his shirt and dryer my tears on the same fabric.

"Sorry."

The phone rang. I got up wearily and left to go answer.

"Hello?"

"Maka!"

"M-Maria?"

"Please you have to help me! Tim's missing!"

"Maria slow down, what happened."

"I don't know, I was reading while he was off playing in the park and when I went to get him, he wasn't there."

"Don't worry, I'll call my friends and we'll all look for him."

"Thank you Maka."

Click

I grabbed my coat and slipped on my shoes and made sure I had m phone in my hand ps before leaving. As I ran towards the park I call them. They said they'll come meet me at the park as quickly as they could. When I reached the park all seven of us were there. We all decided to split up, I took the north way around DWMA Delinquent school. But as I got near my Soul Precipitation suddenly clicked on and that's when all my senses sensed it.

A Kishin egg, bursting to hatch. I followed the coordinates that led to DWMA and pointed upwards to the roof.

I know this may seem bad to say, but if there was a Kishin about to hatch, I must take it's soul. It is my duty as a Miester.

So, with no allies, friends or Weapon I entered DWMA and ran up the levels with great speed. As I got closer and closer to the roof I felt the evil and madness roll on me in waves. When I reached the door to the roof I sopped and took a deep breath.

It's now or never.

I bursted through the door.

No

No, this... This is just not possible, not in a million years. But all senses and signs pointed at them.

I tried Soul Precipitation, to make sure they were just here by chance, still the answer remained the same.

How is this even possible?

The one standing on the roof with a dark aurora of evil and madness was...

Tim

{A/N: Dun dun dun! Were you expecting that? Were you even expecting any of what happened in this chapter? Thought not.

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