A/N: Chapter 7! It's the climactic moment of truth! Or is it?
No, it is. Sort of.
Also, just a note. This chapter is probably going to make some of you angry, for several reasons, but please trust me! That's all I can say.
I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater but I wish I did. I also do not own Clue and if you've never played it go buy it now.
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Clue
Soul's brain felt sluggish. It took him a moment to gather himself together to form a coherent sentence. "I...uh...was just about to say we should go."
"Right."
They continued to sit there in companionable silence, unwilling to leave.
"Kid." Soul began, turning to look at the shinigami. "That was..." He trailed off, unable to find words to properly express how he felt.
"Worth doing again sometime?" Kid finished with a slight smirk.
Soul blushed crimson and looked away. "Definitely."
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The two of them left the bathroom quietly after they cleaned themselves up. Each of them was holding a candle and a weapon. Soul was carrying the blade he had used earlier, having left his lead pipe behind after the poisoning, and Kid had some hairspray and the lighter.
"We need to check the whole mansion." Soul said quietly, peeking around a corner. "Those bodies disappeared somewhere, we need to find out where. And we need to see if anyone else is alive."
"Right." Kid replied, keeping an eye for any attacks from the rear. "Liz might still be out there too."
Soul paused. "Yeah."
He hadn't mentioned to the shinigami his suspicions over the older Thompson sister. Either Kid hadn't thought twice about the holy water or, more likely, he didn't want to admit to himself that it could be her. Soul was also afraid to say anything in case he was wrong. He, perhaps stupidly, didn't want the shinigami to be mad at him.
He wondered if he'd regret this decision.
They began to systematically check each and every room of the house. They had to take frequent breaks, Kid was still feeling weak from his near death experience and Soul was finding it harder and harder to stay upright, let alone move forward. The fact that neither of them had slept or eaten in quite awhile didn't help matters either.
When they got to the kitchen they took a break to eat some stale bread and drink water from the sink. It was too dark to attempt anything else, especially considering they couldn't cook anything anyway. Soul had no idea how long it had been since the power went out. It felt like ages but he guessed it had been more than a day, at least.
"I just...I need to sit down." The scythe weapon muttered quietly, finding a chair and sliding onto it. He was feeling dizzy.
"It's fine, you've lost a lot of blood." Kid replied, sitting down across from Soul.
The weapon could feel his worried gaze, even if he couldn't see it that well. The pain killers were starting to wear off and every step they took caused a shooting pain to reverberate from his right eye. He felt like crap.
"I feel like crap."
"You look like crap too."
"Gee, thanks." Soul replied sarcastically. He blinked his good eye when Kid pushed some pain killers across the table between them. "...Thanks." He said again, this time sincerely. "I'd be lost without you."
"Hm, that would explain your crazy actions since I'd be dead without you."
"Yep, need to keep you around, if only for amusement sake." Soul smirked, swallowing some pills.
"Even your smile is lopsided. I don't know how I put up with you." Kid sighed, blowing out his candle and replacing it with a new one.
"Because you love me." Soul teased, half-jokingly.
"I do." Kid said seriously.
The scythe weapon stared at the other man silently for a moment, his red eye intense.
"Me too." He said quietly, a faint blush tinting his cheeks pink.
Kid thought it was cute. "You love yourself?"
"I-what? No! That's not...I hate you."
"No you don't."
Soul growled, turning away from the shinigami and causing the other man to chuckle quietly. Sometimes Kid infuriated him with his stupid symmetry, his obsessive cleanliness and his goddamn folded toilet paper.
But he still loved him.
He really must be crazy or something.
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They found Ms. Scarlet's corpse back in the billiards room. She looked like she had been beaten with something. Kid found a baseball bat with blood on it. They assumed it had been used to bludgeon the woman to death. Her head was smashed in, her face almost unrecognizable. Various bones in her body appeared broken, her limbs twisted in unnatural angles.
Patti's body had mysteriously disappeared just like all the others. All that was left to indicate she had even been there was a small amount of blood smeared on the floor and the blanket Soul had covered her with.
"Well I can't say I'll miss her, but no one deserves to die that way." Soul muttered, looking away from Ms. Scarlet's corpse. He took the blanket and covered her with it.
"And now we're down to four." Kid nodded, looking over at the weapon. "We should move on."
The two of them continued checking all the rooms on the bottom floor. Nothing else could be found. They headed upstairs, their weapons at the ready. There was a good chance the killer was upstairs, unless they somehow missed them in their search below.
Each room they found empty increased the tension. They took less breaks, afraid to stay in one place for too long. When Soul could finally take it no longer and slumped against the wall, Kid checked him over.
"Looks like you're getting a fever." The shinigami deduced nervously. He changed the weapon's bandaging once more from the medical supplies he kept in his pocket. "You need to rest."
"There's no time, we need to end this tonight." Soul replied impatiently.
Kid sighed, nodding unwillingly. "Let me scout ahead, you rest."
The shinigami moved ahead, letting Soul sit on the floor and lean up against the wall. The weapon felt vaguely sick, like the room was way too cold but he was sweating. He could see the light from Kid's candle bobbing up and down a little ways ahead.
There was a crash and the wall in front of him exploded outwards, covering him in plaster and dust, his candle extinguishing from the blast. He scrambled to the side in the darkness as the whole house shook violently. He thought he could hear Kid yelling something. Soul looked down the hall where the shinigami had been but he could only see pieces of broken furniture, dust and a shadowy figure.
"Kid?" He coughed, looking towards it as he pulled himself up carefully.
A faint click was his only warning and he threw himself to the side, the bullet that shot his way missing him by inches. He crouched down in the dust, grabbing a piece of wood on the floor and throwing it at his assailant. He heard a grunt of pain behind him as he ran for it, the dust in the air helping to camouflage his movements. Soul couldn't see much of anything as he stumbled forwards, almost crawling.
He darted into one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind him. He could hear footsteps running after him down the hall and he launched himself into the closet, closing the door. As quietly as he could he backed up into the rack of clothing, trying to hide. Soul ran his hand along the back wall of the closet trying to move into the dark corner.
When his hand met something soft and slick he stopped, a feeling of dread washing over him. He felt his breath hitch when the strong smell of rust hit his senses and he could feel something wet on his hand. He couldn't light a candle, Kid had had the lighter, but the feeling of glasses beneath his fingertips confirmed the corpse's identity.
He'd found the Professor.
He swore mentally, snatching his hand away. He needed to find Kid; he hoped the shinigami was safe.
Before he could leave the closet he heard the door to the room creak open slowly. Soul held his breath, waiting. Soft footsteps on the carpet were the only indication that he was not alone. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck as the hairs stood on end. He gripped his diminutive "knife", the only weapon in his arsenal. He wished he'd gone back for the lead pipe, or at least picked up something more substantial in the kitchen.
They really must have been out of it if they hadn't even done that.
His breath quickened against his will as the footsteps drew nearer to his hiding spot. He prepared himself to attack, unwilling to die next to the Professor, of all people.
Unwilling to die without seeing Kid one more time.
The door to the closet began to open slowly and as soon as it was wide enough Soul sprung. He lunged forward, grabbing the person by the neck and using his momentum to propel them backwards. There was a surprised yelp before he felt a pair of feet on his stomach, using his own momentum to flip him over the intruder and onto his back.
He landed hard, the breath knocked out of him. He rolled to the side and into a crouched position, the blade in his hand ready.
"Soul!" A voice gasped, causing him to stiffen.
There was the sound of a match being struck and the older Thompson sister's face was suddenly visible in the darkness. She lit a big multi-candle holder, casting most of the room in an orange glow, the seven little flames dancing.
"I'm so glad it's you!" She continued, putting the light on one of the side tables. "I've been so scared. What happened to your eye?" She took a step towards him.
"..." Soul was silent, taking a step back and refusing to lower his weapon.
"What's wrong?" Liz asked, her eyes wide.
"Where have you been?" The scythe weapon questioned, watching her carefully.
"What do you mean? I've been hiding!"
"Where?" Soul demanded.
"In the kitchen." Liz answered after a moment. "Seriously, what's wrong?"
He took another step back, his muscles tense. "That's strange. Kid and I were in the kitchen and you never showed yourself. We didn't find you either."
"I...it must have been when I fell asleep." Liz replied.
"Really? What happened to you when the lights went out?"
"What's with the twenty questions?" Liz asked in annoyance, frowning at him. "Patti and I ran for our lives, that's what happened!"
"Enough games, I know you're the one behind this." Soul growled, glaring at her.
Liz stiffened, watching him. "You think so?"
"I know so."
The older Thompson sister laughed suddenly, her voice a high, cold sound. "What tipped you off?"
"A couple of things." Soul answered slowly, his heart sinking at her confirmation. "It was the knife that started it."
"I didn't mean to leave it behind." Liz answered immediately, pulling out a nail file and filing her nails. "Maka and Black Star surprised me."
"And then the boxes." Soul continued, his eyes darting around the room.
"Boxes?"
"Maka was sorting through everything in the cellar and Patti and I left to go and find some boxes to carry all the goods in so we would only have to make one trip." Liz babbled as they made it to the door to the cellar. "When we got back she was trapped in there!"
"You said you and Patti were going to grab boxes for the items in the cellar and yet, when we got there, there weren't any boxes."
"Ah, an oversight on my part." She acknowledged.
"And finally the holy water. Only someone from Shibusen would know about that little gem."
"You know, I wasn't expecting you to give up your own eye for him. You must really love him, hm?"
"Liz, I know you wouldn't do this." Soul said quietly, watching her. "Throw off the spell those witches have on you."
The older Thompson sister laughed again. "Do you still honestly think this is about the witches?"
"What?"
"I thought you had it all figured out, Soul-kun." Liz sighed, stopping her filing. "There never was any witches."
Soul's eyes widened. No witches? But then, she was doing this of her own free will?
"Why Liz? Why are you doing this?"
"That's for you to find out." She replied, smiling. "Or should I say, Kid, since you're going to die anyway. The only way out of this game is to kill me and the real person behind all this."
"You killed your own sister!" Soul cried out, unable to stand it. He couldn't comprehend what was happening here. To be betrayed so completely... "And then you killed Ms. Scarlet before coming after us."
"Ms. Scarlet?" Liz asked, her smile widening. "I never killed Ms. Scarlet."
"But you just said-"
Later, Soul would blame it on his missing eye. His perception was completely thrown off and he hadn't seen the attack coming from the side. The only thing that saved him was the flicker in Liz's eyes and his fast reflexes. He ducked sideways as a figure leaped forward, plunging a knife that was meant for his heart into his shoulder. He groaned, stumbling backwards as the blade was ripped out of his shoulder, blood running down his arm.
Patti moved to stand beside her sister, a dripping knife clutched in her hand.
"How? You're supposed to be dead." Soul mumbled, putting his hand over his wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Are you sure she was dead?" Liz grinned from beside her sister.
Soul hesitated. Had they checked for a pulse? She had certainly looked dead. The pain in his shoulder, however, told him she was very much alive.
"Ahe hehehe! Patti tricked them!" The younger Thompson sister giggled, twirling the knife.
"I didn't kill Ms. Scarlet, I was too busy chasing you guys." Liz said. "Patti killed her."
Soul was silent. This was bad, very bad. The situation was spiraling out of his control. The scythe was unsure as to his chances against one sister, let alone both. He needed to hold on until Kid could find him.
"This whole game has been ridiculously easy." Liz was speaking again and Soul concentrated on her. "The Colonel was easy to kill considering Patti had been informed of everyone's allergies. It was a simple enough matter to add some cinnamon to his wine."
Patti giggled, bouncing up and down. "His taste buds were muted, you know. He couldn't tell the difference!"
"I lured Mr. Green into the conservatory and the two of us killed him together. We knew you guys wouldn't believe it was one of your own in the beginning, so Tsubaki wasn't suspicious when we met her in the swimming pool room."
"She was difficult to hold under the water!" Patti singsonged, mimicking flailing arms.
Soul felt sick.
"Mrs. White was our first mistake." Liz replied, pacing around the scythe weapon, her eyes predatory. "We weren't expecting Maka and Black Star to come downstairs so early. We had to make a hasty retreat."
"Black Star was simple enough to kill, who do you think made his coffee?" Patti smiled widely, circling around Soul as well. "We rigged the cellar the night before Maka's death."
"It worked out so perfectly." Liz added.
Soul could feel his temper rising, his eye narrowing. They were talking about killing their friends like another person would mention the weather.
"And once the lights went out it was just a matter of picking you off one-by-one." Liz finished, stopping in front of Soul. The 'swish swish' of a twirling blade told him Patti was behind him.
"Then where did you hide the bodies?" Soul asked, frowning.
"We didn't, they're gone." Patti grinned, showing him the closet where the Professor had been. His corpse had disappeared. Soul was so confused.
"You still haven't told me why." The scythe weapon stated, trying to bide his time. Where the hell was Kid?
Liz grinned, her eyes bright. "Why not?"
And with that, she lunged forward.
Soul was expecting it. He slipped into a trance-like state, his mind blank of feeling as his injuries sank to the back of his conscious. He stepped to the side, slicing Liz's arm with his tiny weapon. Patti swiped at him from behind and he ducked, the blade chopping off a bit of his white hair. He whipped his foot along the ground, tripping the younger sister. Soul lunged towards her as she fell to the ground, his blade raised but Liz plowed into him, knocking him over.
The older Thompson sister shot at him with her gun and Soul rolled to the side, kicking a chair towards her and causing her to drop her weapon. Patti was back up again, her eyes demonic as she crouched on top of him, her knife singing through the air as she brought it down towards him. Soul grabbed her arm in both of his, stopping her momentum. They struggled, Patti trying to stab him and the scythe giving his all to stop the blade as it inched closer. The younger Thompson sister growled, using her free hand to jab his injured shoulder. Soul cried out, his grip slackening and Patti's knife cut into his cheek. The scythe weapon kicked his feet up and under the young woman, launching her over him and onto the floor.
Liz was back. She tried to shoot at Soul but her gun was empty and the scythe weapon took the opportunity to stab her in the foot. She screamed, kicking at him with her other foot and knocking the blade out of his hands. He felt a few of his ribs crack and shatter. Soul rolled over, ignoring the pain and used the bed to pull himself up, his red eye searching for something to use as a weapon. Liz came at him with his own weapon and he jumped back sluggishly, the blade slicing into his thigh. He cried out as she dragged it downwards, a deep gash marring his skin. He grabbed a lamp on the bedside table, smashing it on the older Thompson sister's head. She stumbled back, blood running down the side of her face.
Patti roared, lunging at him. She punched him in the gut, aggravating his broken ribs. He staggered back against the wall, coughing up blood. The younger sister tried to punch him in the face but he leaned sideways, forcing her fist to sink into the wall. He noticed something shiny around her neck and he grabbed it, slipping it into his pocket while she was occupied. Soul hit her hard in the elbow before she could retract her hand, the force breaking her arm. She cried out as the bone pierced her flesh, blood trailing down it.
Soul felt a sudden sensation of vertigo and he stumbled onto one knee. The room was spinning around him and he felt hot, like he was sitting in front of a furnace. His head was pounding in time with his heart, each beat sending shooting pains throughout his body. His breathing was labored, each breath rattling in his chest. He could hear a wet sound and he coughed up more blood. He was so tired...
"Blood loss and exhaustion." Liz sneered, picking up her gun and slowly reloading it. "Looks like your time is up. You put up a good fight considering your state."
Soul felt helpless, the bandage around his eye showing crimson spots where the blood was leaking through. He couldn't move his right arm where he had been stabbed and he was finding it getting steadily harder to breathe. His thigh was burning, the deep cut shredding muscle, the white of a bone showing beneath the blood.
Patti giggled, her broken arm forgotten as she moved to stand beside her sister.
"Don't worry, you'll be with your 'family' soon." The younger Thompson sister mocked. "I expect Kid to follow you soon too. We might draw it out a little though, it's more fun that way."
Soul glared, his red eye shining in rage. 'Kid...'
If he was going to die he was taking one of them with him.
With a last burst of strength he lunged forward, causing the sisters to gasp in surprise. Liz raised her gun and shot him, the bullet piercing his side but he continued forward, grabbing the older sister's hand and twisting it painfully, breaking the wrist. She screamed and her eyes widened in fear at the demonic look in his eye. Soul wrapped his hand around hers, twisting her sideways, shoving her forward and into Patti, sinking the gun into the younger sister's stomach. He squeezed Liz's hand, forcing her to push the trigger and shoot her sister. Soul continued to squeeze the trigger, sending bullet after bullet into Patti.
"No!" Liz yelled, shoving Soul away but it was too late. The younger sister crashed to the floor, the look of surprise still on her face. She landed heavily and didn't move.
Soul stumbled into the wall and fell over, officially spent. He lay on his side, wheezing but proud. It was up to Kid now...
"You bastard." Liz hissed, kneeling next to her sister. She glared at him as he laughed, his voice slightly hysterical.
"Just returning the favor." He sneered.
"You know, I was going to put you out of your misery but I think I'll let you suffer." Liz commented, standing up. "You're going to bleed to death soon anyway. Maybe you'll survive long enough to watch me kill your boyfriend."
"Fuck you." Soul growled, coughing up blood.
"Enjoy the show, Soul Eater." Liz picked up her gun with her good hand and slipped it into her pocket. She grabbed the candle holder, giving him one last kick before leaving him in darkness.
Soul lay on the floor, unable to move. He could dimly see Patti's corpse across from him and he blinked as black tendrils appeared on the ground. Shadowy hands shot out of the floor and wrapped around the younger Thompson sister before pulling her down and into the floorboards where she disappeared.
'What the hell?' He thought, staring dazedly at the empty spot. Was that what had happened to all of the corpses? 'Kid, I'm sorry.' Was his last thought before he lost consciousness.
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Kid had been knocked back by the explosion, hitting the wall behind him. His shoulder was dislocated and he was nearly knocked out. When he heard the gunshots he stumbled up, trying to find his candle so he could relight it. When he found it he pushed his arm back into it's socket with a moan of pain and retraced his steps back towards where he had left Soul only to find the hallway blocked by debris.
He was trapped.
"Soul?" He called, afraid that the other man had been buried in the wreckage.
He stepped forward, placing his candle to the side and inspecting the blockage. It was going to take him awhile to get through. He sighed, rolling up his sleeves. He had to hurry, Soul was either buried or alone on the other side. Kid didn't want to leave him in such a weakened state.
The shinigami began to clear the wreckage, sweat already running down the side of his face. He might be a shinigami but he was exhausted. He had given Soul the extra bread, knowing he had better stamina than the other man. His body felt weak and his eyes drooped but he continued on, shoving the debris behind him.
Kid stiffened when he heard more gunshots and some thuds. It sounded like an all-out war was going on on the other side. The shinigami quickened his pace, fear lending him strength.
'Soul...'
It took him well over twenty minutes to clear enough space to get through. He grabbed his candle, his eyes darting around the hall. Soul was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't heard any sounds for at least five minutes and he hesitated.
Was he already too late?
He moved forward, checking each room he passed with no luck. Finally he came across a bedroom where the door was slightly ajar. He put out his light, readying his makeshift flamethrower. He inched forward, pushing the door open carefully.
The room was a mess.
There was a chair knocked over, broken glass from a lamp littered the floor. He lit his candle again, noticing the hole in the wall nearby. He looked around, closing the door behind him in case someone came back.
There was a dark shape on the floor and Kid crept towards it quietly. It wasn't moving, he wasn't even sure if it was a person or not. As he got closer he dropped his can of hairspray, nearly dropping his candle as well in his haste to reach the form on the ground.
"Soul!" He whispered, horrified.
The other man was laying on his side, his arms out in front of him. His hair was tinged crimson, his eyes closed. There was blood everywhere, leaking out of the edge of his mouth and oozing from his leg. There was a gash on his dangerously pale cheek and his lips were slightly blue.
Kid sank to his knees beside him, checking for a pulse. It was barely there, he almost didn't catch it. His eyes skimmed the weapon's body, taking in all the injuries. He listened closely and could hear a wet rattling coming from deep in his chest, testament to broken ribs. Kid stared at him in anguish, unsure of where to start.
Knowing it was no use.
Soul suddenly coughed violently, more blood pooling from his mouth. He groaned and Kid leaned forward, placing a hand on his arm.
"What's the...diagnosis...doc?" The scythe weapon whispered, his speech labored.
"Shut up, you'll be fine." Kid said shakily, sagging in relief. At least Soul could talk. "Don't move."
"Not...going...anywhere."
The shinigami shushed him again, quickly pulling out all the first aid supplies he had managed to carry on him. It was nowhere near enough. Kid did what he could, using some of the sheets on the bed as makeshift bandages. There was so much blood, the shinigami was shocked that Soul was even still conscious.
The other man was trying to tell him something, but he was having trouble talking. Kid leaned forward.
"P...ock...et."
The shinigami frowned, digging around in Soul's pockets. He found a couple more candles and...a key?
"What is this?" He asked, looking at the scythe weapon.
"Pa...tti." Soul gasped, staring at Kid intently. "It was...them...can't explain." He coughed again and ignored the shinigami's attempts to stop him from talking. "Killed Patti...Liz still...still out...there."
Kid felt dread in his stomach. Liz and Patti had attacked Soul? They were the killers? A small part of him had already suspected this, but he hadn't wanted to admit it to himself. Liz and Patti were like sisters to him. Annoying ones that refused to eat their cookies over the sink and unfolded his carefully laid out toilet paper.
He felt like his whole world was tipped upside down. They'd lost everyone and now it looked like he was going to lose Soul too.
"Stop, I'll finish this and then we'll escape here and get you to a doctor." Kid replied, holding onto Soul's hand. "You need to hold on."
"Someone...else...involved." The other man groaned, trying to get everything across to the shinigami. "Key...on Patti...important."
Kid looked at the key. He could guess which room it belonged to.
"What about this room here?" Soul asked, pointing to a heavy oak door at the back of the house.
"I don't know, Mrs. White said that only the Colonel uses that room. She said that he's the only one with the key."
Kid and Soul looked at the door curiously. It was, unsurprisingly, locked and so, with a wistful glance at the door, they allowed Patti to continue the tour.
"Alright." Kid said determinedly. He carefully grabbed Soul, picking him up piggyback style. The other man gasped in pain but grabbed onto the shinigami.
Kid slowly made his way down the hall, away from the wreckage. The heavy oak door that had always been locked stood before him. He was sure Liz was there too. He gently placed Soul on the floor, the weapon's eye drooping as he fought to stay conscious. Kid placed a lit candle beside him and crouched in front of him.
"Stay alive until I finish this." He stated, staring at his red eye intently.
"Yessir." Soul whispered, managing to give the shinigami a half smile. "Be...careful."
"I'll be quick." Kid replied, standing up and fishing the key out of his pocket. Time was against him, he needed to hurry.
"...I..." Soul choked, pulling on Kid's pant leg. The shinigami looked at him. "I..."
Kid could feel tears welling in his eyes and he pushed them back, crouching in front of Soul once again and putting his hands on either side of his face gently.
"Just hold on and we'll get out of here. You can tell me when I get back."
"I'll...wait. I pro...mise."
Kid nodded, giving the other man a quick kiss before pulling himself up and unlocking the door, stepping through it.
Soul watched him go, his eyes pained and anguished.
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The room was completely empty with the exception of Liz standing opposite him and a large mirror on the back wall.
Suddenly it all made sense.
The door shut behind him of it's own accord and Kid ignored it, staring at the older Thompson sister.
"Welcome Kid! Haven't seen you in awhile." She paused and smiled. "How's Soul?"
Kid's yellow eyes narrowed in hate. "He'll be fine once I finish with you."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Liz shrugged, although Kid noticed she favored her right wrist. It was wrapped tightly in a bandage. The shinigami guessed it was broken.
Soul sure put up a fight.
"You don't have Patti around to watch your back. I might be weakened by the poison, but I'm still in relatively good shape." Kid replied, stepping closer to her.
"We'll see about that." She whipped out twin pistols, firing them at the shinigami.
Kid dodged to the side, using his speed to his advantage. He was hit with one bullet in the shoulder and another in the thigh but he ignored the pain, running until she ran out of ammunition. When she stopped to reload he lunged forward, kicking her in the side. She stumbled, nearly falling over and he brought up the can of hairspray and lighter.
"This is for the others." He growled, sending a blast of fire at the older Thompson sister.
Liz screamed as she tried to roll out of the way but the flames hit her right arm, burning it. She rolled forward, knocking into Kid's legs and sending him to the ground. She reached behind her with her good arm, pulling a machete out of a sheath on her back.
She must have armed herself while he was tending to Soul.
Her blade sliced through the can of hairspray, sending it flying. Kid landed on his back, the wind knocked out of him. Liz lunged at him and he kicked her in the shin. She doubled over, grabbing her leg and he kicked her in the head, knocking her over.
He used his legs to propel himself onto his feet.
"Why did you do it Liz?" He called out as she picked herself up off the floor.
"Figure it out yourself." She hissed, wiping the blood off her face. "I just have to waste some time. How long do you think Soul will hold on?"
Kid growled, running forward. Liz was ready, twisting to the side a second before he reached her and slicing him in the side. He stumbled backwards as blood dripped on the floor. He managed a flying kick, hitting her in the chest. She gasped, dropping the machete as she hit the wall.
Kid picked up the weapon, darting forward and plunging the knife into her stomach. She groaned, eyes wide as she stared at him.
"That was for Soul." He snarled, twisting the blade.
Liz blinked at him a moment before sinking to the ground, a small smile on her face. She twitched on the floor for a few moments before eventually falling still.
Kid was breathing heavily, the gash on his side oozing blood. He felt dizzy but he held on, stumbling back to the door and opening it, intent on getting back to Soul.
The scythe weapon was where he left him, propped up against the wall.
"Soul." He gasped, staggering over to him. "It's finished."
The other man didn't answer.
"Soul?" Kid asked worriedly, sinking to his knees in front of him. The weapon's eyes were closed, he looked almost peaceful, like he was sleeping. The shinigami raised a shaking hand to the other man's shoulder, shaking him slightly.
Soul slumped forward from the movement but there was no reply and Kid shook his head silently, grabbing the other man's wrist and checking for a pulse.
There was none.
"No..." Kid moaned, clutching Soul tightly. "Don't. Don't do this."
The silence was deafening. When had he gotten so used to the other man's sarcastic remarks? It was strange not to hear his quiet responses, his growls and his soft keystrokes on the piano. All those little things that he had taken for granted. He hadn't gotten to tell him...
"You said you would wait!" He yelled suddenly, angrily. "You don't break your promises! That's not cool!"
Tears slid down his face as he clutched Soul closer to him, his body wracked with sobs. He couldn't take it, this was too much. All throughout this nightmare the scythe weapon was a constant rock in the waves of torment surrounding them. He hadn't been able to comprehend ending this without him.
Without telling him he loved him, flat out.
He sobbed for what felt like forever, until the tears dried up along with his heart. There was a whooshing sound as black tendrils began to appear in the wall. Kid stared as black, shadow hands shot out of the ground and wall, wrapping themselves around Soul's corpse.
"No..." He whispered as they began to pull the weapon away, sinking into the floor. "No!" He yelled, trying to pull him back but the arms were too strong. He watched in torment as Soul was torn from him, disappearing.
He sat there for a moment longer before his face hardened and he stood up, a murderous look in his eyes. He stalked back to the room with the mirror, Liz's body had disappeared in his absence. Kid marched up to the mirror on the wall, staring at it.
Liz cried at this news, hugging her sister tightly. "We tried to contact Shinigami-sama through the mirrors but it didn't work either!" She added morosely.
"Bullshit." He muttered coldly, breathing on the mirror to fog it up. "42-42-564."
Shinigami-sama appeared in the mirror, his big hand waving enthusiastically. "Kid!" He said cheerfully. "It's nice to see you! We've been trying to get in contact with you!"
"Enough games, chichiue." Kid replied darkly, staring at his father. "I know you're the one behind this."
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A/N: -hides from angry readers- Please don't hurt me!
Are some of you confused? Or is it all making sense now? It'll all be cleared up in the next and final chapter, I promise. I can't say much.
I haven't actually finished the final chapter yet. I know what all is supposed to happen in it, I just have to actually write it. When I started posting this story I told myself I had plenty of time to finish it while posting these seven chapters. Obviously I procrastinated way too long. I'm not sure if the final chapter will be out on time like all the others. If not, I apologize now in advance. I will try my best though.
Also, please let me know what you think! Reviews make my day, honestly. I have nothing else to look forward to. XD
There also won't be a preview for the next chapter, you'll have to wait! Sorry!