Heaven or Hell
"Tim..." I uttered those words as if I have never said them once in my life.
How can this be! How is this so!
Tim's once adorable face was distorted with a dark haze that went from his eyes down to his chin, carving out details of shadows on his facial features. Black lines that formed like two teeth formed underneath his eye lids and a third black eye was in the process of being painted on his forehead by some mysterious force called madness. The sky above us began to draw in black swirling funnel clouds, also creating a rapid wind that slammed the door to the roof behind me shut.
"My name... Was never meant to be that name..." he said in a foreign voice that was deep in darkness.
"I wasn't meant to be this young actually... And now that the time is almost near I can finally be strong enough to break Shinigami's spell or attempt to stop me from turning into a Kishin."
Then from the clouds came shredded black ribbons that flew down onto Tim and wrapped his body like a mummy. Then, with a red glow through the cracks of the ribbons covering his body, the frame of his body grew taller, until he was at least six feet tall, much more taller than he was before. The red glowing still commenced, before it burned the ribbons away.
But instead of a cute ten year old, there was a tall teenager with wind blown brown hair and a devious sparkle in their blue eyes. The cloths were replaced as well into combat pants and a black t-shirt, but no shoes or socks. The boy leaned back, stretching every muscle and limb he had, as if he had awoken from a years worth of sleep.
"Ah! Much better, being held up five years from being born really does a number on ya," he said in a soft sly voice.
He took a moment to touch the not nearly done eye on his forehead.
"Oh, I guess I can't give myself a new name yet because my Kishin isn't born yet."
"Who are you and what did you do to Tim?" I demanded, gulping back a bit of fear.
"Oh, why Miss Ma- I mean, Maka, isn't that rude to say towards your young brother Tim?"
"No, that's impossible! Tim is a ten year old boy, you can't be him!"
"Oh, but I'am. No really I'am, but I wonder why I'm not a full Kishin yet?" the boy, or rather, Tim said gazing up while scratching the back of his head, as if he were in deep thought.
"I think I know why I'm not a Kishin yet, it's because I need to eat you and your friend's souls, so..."
Before I could say or do anything, he was already up in my face, grabbed me by the back of my shirt and lifted me up above his head.
"I need you to call your friends up here now, won't you do this for your little brother?" he spoke in a non convincing innocent voice.
"No! I would never! Besides, how do you know I'm your sister!"
"Being ten years old and small with a Kishin conscience for about hm... A month, means that it's easy to find out things on my own, now..."
He began to shake me violently in the air.
"Call your friends!"
"Never," I spat.
Clank!
The shaking stopped. Something had slipped from my coat pocket and onto the ground.
It was my cell phone.
"Oh, looky here, seems that you dropped something useful for me Maka chan."
I was soon airborne as I was merely tossed across the blacktop of the roof, getting the palms of my hands rubbed raw from trying to stop from being thrown over the edge. Next thing I knew, Tim was crouched in front of me with me phone on speaker phone as he called up one of my friends.
"Maka, did you find Tim?"
It was Soul.
"Hi Soul, Maka can't be at the phone right now," Tim replied, forcing one hand over my mouth before I could yell.
"Hey whos this?"
"This is Tim, yeah Maka is here on the roof of DWMA, she had a little accident."
With a cruel smile, Tim put down the phone and with his frees hand, grabbed my leg and began twisting it violently. Hot tears of pain flowed freely down my face and just when I was at my peak of screaming, Tim removed his hand from my mouth and I cried out. Tim stopped his torture and my vision went haze with the pain and colors of the sky and clouds as I stared up with flooding tears.
I kept hearing Soul's panicked voice over and over again in my head.
Maka! Maka! Maka!
It was a horrible melancholy song coming from the phone.
"Bring your friends to the roof with you, don't hesitate at all, I don't like to be kept waiting," and with that, Tim snapped my phone shut and threw it over the roof.
"Man sis, your boyfriends such a cry baby, Maka! Maka! Maka! Hahaha!"
I said nothing, but silently sobbed the second time that day. I felt useless and weak, having my strings pulled like a puppet. When I did not reply, Tim sighed.
"Hey sis, don't pass out on me yet... I would love to see your expression when I eat your lover's soul," Tim whispered dangerously in my ear.
"Tim... Why?" I pleaded.
"Because it's fun, I mean sure I was living off the love from you and your friends' souls, but I want to taste the real thing... But sense I love my sister I think I'll eat your soul first and see your friends reactions. Oh I can't wait, I'm simply teeming with anxiety right now!"
I felt Tim grab my left hand and place it on his chest.
"You feel that? The erratic heart beat of mine! It's because I love my sister so much it's starting to hurt! Hey I think I might actually love you like a lover, I don't think that's wrong, we are only related by our father. But alas the only way I can preserve my lover with me forever is to keep her blooming orchid inside me and to make my lover happy I shall preserve her friends with her as well, as long as eternity for me shall last. I know my Shakespearian isn't all that good, but I think you get my point."
His words were all poetic nonsense spewing out carelessly as if he was actually speaking from his thoughts not his mouth. Suddenly there was a slamming sound of clamor from somewhere on the roof. I tilted my head up to see the shocked expressions of my six best friends in the world. I was relieved and scared at the same time that I almost went into a state of shock.
"Hey! Whoever you are get away from my Miester!" Soul cried out attempting to attack Tim, but with a wave of his arm, Soul flew back ten feet from where he started.
"Liz... I don't like how this guys soul is... It scares me," Patty whispered, cowering a bit behind Liz.
"Yes I see now," Kid said taking a small step forward.
"Your soul may be disoriented by madness, but indeed this guy is Tim," Kid said earning gasps from those who didn't know what was going on.
"Seems like we have caught the real seventh member of us who are cursed."
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying one of us is not apart of the curse?" BlackStar said looking at Kid confused.
"Indeed, but that is not of the importance now. We have to stop Tim from becoming Kishin, like we're suppose to."
"You mean..."
"Yes Tsubaki," Kid said grabbing Liz and Patty as they turned into their Weapon form.
"I'm afraid we'll be harvesting Tim's soul today."
"Ha! I believe you got this all backwards Kid, it will be me whom will eat all of your souls, but first I think I'll skip to the main course."
I felt Tim's cold fingers wrap around my throat. The base of his palms began putting indescribable pressure down into my jugular as his fingers began squeezing the oxygen from my throat until I gave out my last agonizing breath left me as if all my life source was drained from my being.
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