Intertwined

Chapter II

DestinyDevistation

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Soul stood there waiting, he knew what was coming. He couldn't fight them off, he couldn't do anything. So, he simply waited. The deeper of the voices sounded, "Wes, hold it!" Soul felt hands grip onto his shoulders as Wes latched onto him. Soul tensed his body and prepared the best he could. He could feel the breathe of the owner of the voice hitting his face, it reeked of booze, cigarettes, and it just downright stank. A hard punch to his stomach made Soul want to vomit, then another came, and another. The assault had just begun, and Soul knew it was far from over. His body began to slouch, only to be pulled back up by Wes, "Stand up, Maggot!" The insult was followed by a punch to the back of his skull. This sent him straight to the floor, where he finally looked at his attackers. Wes, Souls elder brother came into view first. His red eyes glaring down at Soul, like he was absolutely nothing. Wes kicked Souls ribs, sending him rolling a few feet. That is until his body hit something. Soul looked up to the face of his Father, the person he hated most. That sickening, horrible, jagged smirk, and that damned look. "You're pathetic, you don't deserve the name Evans!" Soul hated that fucking name, he wished he'd never had it, because it was their name. He wanted nothing to do with them, he was nothing like them. So why was he cursed with this name, this horrible damned name? He could never escape. Another kick from Wes hit Souls lower back. Then a kick to the stomach from his father. Soul knew not to scream, they would only hit harder to shut him up; he just held it in. His mind wandering off, trying to escape this hell. He could still feel every blow, hear every insult & laugh. But, his mind was focusing on the smiling face of the girl he met today, Maka. The last thing Soul felt was something hit the side of his head, and he was out cold.

Maka sighed as she rolled around in bed. No matter how comfortable she got, or how sleepy she was, the very moment she was about to fall asleep that horrible feeling would nip at the back of her brain. She could never put her finger on exactly what it was, and that's what killed her. Did she forget something, maybe she didn't lock the door. No, that wasn't it. She had called her mother, so that wasn't it. She growled in frustration and threw a pillow over her face, why couldn't she just sleep. She glanced at the nightstand clock, midnight, it was midnight! Why couldn't she just sleep!

Soul woke up sometime later. He could hear the loud snoring of his father from down the hall. He sighed in relief, he could't have handled another beating. He tried to sit up, no dice. He dragged himself a few feet to a nearby chair, and used it to pull himself up. His ribs hurt more than anything, but everything hurt. The pain almost brought him to tears. Adrenaline numbed the majority of the pain when it was happening, but the aftermath was almost unbearable. He had no time to heal, this was a daily thing for him, for as long as he could remember. Soul managed to limp to the hall, then braced himself on the wall. There was light coming from under Wes' door frame, so he tried to be quiet. After five minutes of struggling to make it down the hall he reached his room. If you could call it that. He had one dresser, an alarm clock, and a mattress on the floor. No windows, no posters, no anything, just plain white walls. It drove him crazy. Soul collapsed onto his bed, not bothering to pull off his clothes, or even pull his worn blanket over him. The pain was just to much. He took one glance down at the clock before drifting off, one o'clock. He'd be killed at school tomorrow.

Beep, beep, beep, beep. Maka forced her eyes open, she had no idea what time she finally fell asleep last night, but she was tired. She lazily pulled herself upright and out of bed. Her fist came down hard on the damned alarm clock. She thought about going back to sleep, but the feeling came back, and she was awake instantly. She still couldn't find the cause of it. She pulled on a regular outfit, some jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. She didn't feel like dressing up today. Her hair was worn down, it reached the middle of her back. She slipped on some tennis shoes, and headed out the door.

Soul woke up with his body completely stiff, it hurt, but a lot less than it had last night. He pulled off his clothes from yesterday. His body was covered in bruises, older ones yellow and green, the newer ones blue, purple and black. He had to keep them hidden, no one could find out. They'd kill him and anyone who knew. Soul pulled on new clothes, then his black hoodie, and his beanie. He had a huge knott on the back of his head, and he wasn't taking any chances. He pulled on his shoes and headed out. Wes and his father must have still been asleep. He was glad, he just wanted to leave.

He met up with Maka on the way there. Exactly where they parted ways the day before. She smiled, and it made him feel better. Soul knew there was something special about Maka Albarn, and it killed him. He could never be in a relationship, not while he was living anywhere near them. Soul was terrified of what they would do to her, and that he wouldn't be able to stop it. "Hey Maka." Soul smiled, he may not be able to have a relationship, but he couldn't keep himslef away from her, after all she liked him music. "Hi Soul."

The library was quiet during lunch as Soul watched Maka read her book. Their other friends were quick to decline when Maka brought up the school's library. Soul, however accepted her offer. Now, he was sprawled out over his chair, and felt like he was dying of boredom. Why did he ever agree to come here. "Maakkaaa!" Her eyes left the book, and met his. "I'm bored." He crunched his face and crosed his arms, like a small child would while throwing a tantrum. Maka raised an eyebrow, he was an odd boy. But, she couldn't help but find it cute. She closed her book, "fine, what do you want to do?" He turnd his body to sit upright in his chair, "first, give me that.", he snatched the book from her hands, "if you don't start moving around your going to start growing mushrooms out of her head!" Maka's face matched her emotion, confused. "Bu-" Soul cut her off, "No buts! You're getting some sun!"

Soul latched onto her wrist, and began to drag her out of the library. The two were bickering as Maka tried to pry herself back to her book.

"MAKA!" the two stoped their bickering, and turned to face the source of the screaming. "oh no." Maka's expression dropped. A tall red-headed man was racing tward the two, screaming Maka's name over and over. He finaly reached them, resulting in almost knocking them over. "Maka, your Papa's here and..." The man stoped speaking when he noticed Soul was standing there, still holding onto Maka's wrist. "Why are you holding onto my daughter, octopus head!" Soul scoweled at the insult, then realized what he said. He turned to Maka, who had the same look of annoyance on her face as he did, "this is your dad?" Maka sighed, "Go home Papa, Soul's none of your concern." Maka grabed onto Soul's wrist, then pulled him past her father, and they went on their way. The argument over the library was forgotten. Soul looked back at the mopeing man, still standing where they left him. He turned back to Maka, "what was that about?" She sighed, and her pace slowed. " We moved here because of my parents divorce, Mama found out that Papa had been cheating on her since before they we're married, with lots of other women," They'd stoped walking, no one was around them; Soul watched her as she continued, "When the divorce was finalised last month Mama decided to travel the world, and Papa decided to move here, where they grew up. There was no room for me on her trip." There was a long pause. Soul sympathized with her, but he couldn't help but feel a little angry. If only she knew how lucky she was. "He loves you, Maka" She was shocked, and didn't know what to say. She just looked at him. "I'm not defending him, what he did was totally uncool, but atleast he loves you, and he's trying right.", Soul smiled at her, "Besides, if you hadn't have moved here you wouldn't have met me now would you?" Maka smiled, he was right. She didn't like her father, but she loved her new home. She loved her new friends. Besides, the spikey haired jagged tooth boy was growing on her. "Yeah, I guess your right." Maka went to hug him. Before Soul knew it he was in her embrace. He winced. It hurt, a lot. But, there was no way he was going to pull away. He'd never been huged before, atleast not since, she died. Soul smiled and put his arms around her too. "Thanks Soul."

Ding Ding Ding

They pulled apart. Their hands found their way together and Intertwined. Soul smirked at her, "Come one, we'll be late"