A/N: I have a legitimate reason for why I haven't updated in forever... Tokyo Ghoul. But seriously, go check it out. I also took a step back and realized this story is complete crap, and kinda lost motivation for a while. But if you're still interested... Hey, here you are. Also, 15 reviews?! You are all so awesome, I love you all.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

It was couple hours later when Tsubaki came back.

The door has begun to creak, and a sliver of light filled the room. Like a spotlight, it centred on me, the broken girl. I hadn't moved, I knew I should have been, getting stronger. But having no sleep for the last 48 hours made that unlikely.

Tsubaki looked at me kindly, then said softly "You're breakfast is here."

She gestured to the tray in her hands. It had a glass with orange juice, and plate with a bread. Not the fanciest meal, but at least they were feeding me. The girl then knelt down, and pushed the tray in front of me.

I glanced at it absentmindedly, then stared at confusion at Tsubaki. Why was she being so nice to me, why was she kind? She had no reason to be.

"You know, you should a eat a little," the Japanese girl suggested, "it'll make you feel better."

I must of looked like a mess, with my torn wedding dress, my matted hair and my tear-stained face. Where did the girl that punched BlackStar go? Where was the princess?

I went to pick up the tray with both hands, but then pulled back as Tsubaki spotted my wrapped one. She eyed it carefully.

"Is it broken?"

I wanted to scream "None of your business!" Or "Get lost!".

What I said outloud was "What does it matter to you?" Quickly I looked down at my dress, and began to smooth it. Hoping to avoid eye contact, I straightened my 3/4 sleeves.

She seemed to consider her words carefully, and bit her lips."It matters because if someone is hurt, it's my duty to my heart to help them."

It seemed like she had spoke those words before, to a different person. Maybe to someone hurt. Maybe to someone dying.

"Just let me help-" Tsubaki began.

Then I lost it. She was probably being nice so she could information out of me, or to trick me. That's all that it was, a façade, like father. She was acting kind, but it was all a lie. She would go behind my back, just like my Dad. You couldn't trust anyone.

I looked into her deep dark eyes with anger. How dare she lie to me? How dare she betray the princess? Screaming I said, "No, don't you dare help me! You'll just turn on me in the end won't you?"

Tsubaki looked surprised at my sudden outburst. She carefully stood up and started toward the door, and spoke "I am just trying to help-"

Quickly I snatched the glass with juice and raised it above my head. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP!"

With strength I had been holding in, I threw the glass at Tsubaki. When she exited and shut the door, the glass hit the wood and shattered. Fractals echoed violently as they bounced on the floor.

Twice in two days, I was in a puddle of glass shards.

But my anger issues had gotten me to the advantage. I now had a knife, well a glass one. And knives could cut things.

Carefully I glanced around the room, before my eyes landed on the boarded windows. Maybe, just maybe I could cut through the boards.

With caution, I chooses a triangular glass piece and tip-toed to the window. When I sliced the shard across the decaying wood it left a thin cut. This would take a while, and be frustrating, since patience wasn't my strong point. But playing perfect princess has caused me to have a of of practice being patient lately.

So I began my escape plan.

XxX

Kid had reacted almost as bad as Liz had when he heard the news. He had three panic attack and then flipped his office chair. Of course he put it right back, it would upset the symmetry.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, "You're telling me, the infamous Soul Eater is the one who took Maka?"

The Investigator bit her lip, "Afraid so."

Kid sighed, and sank into his chair,, "And you're tracking him now, correct? You've checked eyewitnesses? I have heard there was a lot for an Eater attack."

"Yes, and yes. And you're right, it was strange for Eater to attack in public. I wonder what his motives could be.." Liz said and she paced the length of the prince's office.

Kid breathed deeply, "Well, at least it can't get worse."

The door burst open and in flew a young girl with white hair. Her eyes seemed to bulge, and at the corners of her mouth there were two dots.

"Who are you?" The Prince of Shibusen asked.

"Eureka, secretarial," she wheezed, and bent down to catch her breath. Then she looked at Liz, and started shaking.

"WHAT do you want?" Liz commanded as she crossed her arms at the weakly girl.

She seemed to panic at those words. The young secretary tried to speak, but ended up doubling over. She was shivering and sweating, like she had seen a ghost.

Eureka gulped, "Asura has escaped." Before fainting.

XxX

After what had seemed like hours, I had cut through the boards covering the windows. Sunlight streamed in sparkling rays onto the the floor covered in glass. The light twisted from the glass shards and splattered rainbows on the wooden walls. It was kind of pretty, I'm a way.

My calloused hands grabbed at the last piece of a board. It was broken at an uneven angle, and dug into my palm. When I pulled it free, the window was clear.

Cautiously I stuck my head out, to see if anyone was there. After scanning a clearing surrounded by tree and seeing no one, I lifted my self onto the ledge and jumped out. I felt a slight sting in my ankles as I landed in the grass. Listening, I waited for a sign of trouble.

Then I sprinted toward the trees.

"Tch- Maka, that's the wrong way."

The annoying voice made its way to my ears, and I felt my shoulders tense up. I swiftly turned around to face the kid with blue hair.

"Are you here to throw a bag over my head again?" I snap.

He laughed, "No one told me the Princess-to-be had a sense of humour. I always took you as a bookworm."

I run toward him and aim my fist at his face. Quicker than I thought possible, he reached out and stopped my hand. Gritting my teeth I swing my other arm and he knocks it away.

"Ha! Your last hit was dumb luck, I'm ready now."

I groaned in frustration, why was this boy so aggravating? Before I could try and punch him again, Tsubaki came out from nowhere.

"BlackStar! Didn't Soul tell you to stay at the camp?" She asked sternly.

He groaned and lowered his fist, and I was amazed. How could a few words from a quiet soul game such a wild one. There was definitely something going on between them. I just knew it.

"But I knew she would try and escape," he whined, ", and I had to be there to stop her."

Tsubaki sighed, "You were bored, weren't you? A day without a raid and this is where you are, beating up the prisoner."

They both looked at me. Tsubaki's eyes were questioning, almost kind, while BlackStar's were the opposite. Cold, and wild like a tiger getting ready to pounce. Something about the way they looked at me was different than what I was used to. Not in admiration, or respect, but in pity. I hated being pitied.

"Well, I was right," BlackStar boasted, ",she did escape, and I stopped her. You should be thanking me, not coming after me to- hey! How did you know where I was?"

"Oxford."

He grit his teeth, "That no good nerd. Just 'cause he thinks he's so smart doesn't mean..."

I began to back away quietly, this was my chance! They were too busy talking to notice me. I picked up the heaps of material and turned toward the trees. When I heard no sounds of alarm I ran into the woods. Yes, I thought, free!

My bare feet felt leaves crunch beneath them. The ends of my torn dress dragged in the dirt, making the hem full of mud. Branches clawed at my face and hair, like hands. When I was a kid I used to think the trees would snatch me away. The light from the afternoon sun diminished into darkness, the thick foliage a perfect cover for the black woods.

Behind me I heard a loud shout, probably Black Star. I stopped and leaned against an old, twisted tree, to catch my breath. The tripping on roots constantly had made me winded. When I went I began to run again, voice called from above. And I mean literally, there was someone in the trees.

"Maka! You know you can't leave right?" I heard a voice say. I stumbled back, into a ray of light in this dark world.

I knew that voice, it was too familiar. But it was not how I remembered, it was now cold. Instead of the welcoming words, I now heard only venom.

"Soul, why did you do this?" I cry to empty air, "WHY did you take me? WHY do you kill people? WHY SOUL?"

A cold breeze swirled around me, making my hair blow into my face, and wave my dress. The temperature seemed to drop. That's when Soul jumped down from a branch to a spot in front of me.

His face showed no emotion, not a flicker of personality. The old Soul I knew was gone. It's replacement was a murderer.

"You want to know why I do what I do?" He says calmly, and begins to walk toward me.

"You want to know why, I took you. Why I kill people?"

I could see his face now. It was as I remembered, but more matured. His gravity defying hair hung onto his face, reaching his blood red eyes. His mouth was in a signature smirk, but it was not playful, it was terrifying. Sharp teeth glinted.

"The reason I do all of this, the reason I'm this person..."

His right hand was shaking. His left hand was concealed by shadows. But when he advanced into the sunlight, I saw it wasn't a hand at all. But a scythe.

He raised his scythe arm toward me, "...it's all because of you."

A/N: So we finally see Soul and he's a sadistic emo guy with a scythe arm. Yeah, he's a little out of character. But hopefully all will become clear in future chapters. I'm sorry for using "dumb BlackStar Ex Machina" but I'm terrible at being creative. (＞人＜;)

Hopefully, you liked the chapter though. I made it extra long ( ^ω^ ) As always, review please, I really appreciate every one!