Soul's Afterlife: Chapter 2: Latin Curses
A/ N: So, I'm really hoping you didn't totally drop me as an author you might actually want to read on your spare time in those caves we call our rooms. Yes, I know there were some typos in the first chapter of this story, but I'm writing these up on my tablet AND I'm using Swype. So of course there are gonna be a few mistakes. But please know that I'm not perfect. And thank you to the ones on here who actually take the time out of there lives to read my stories. So enjoy!
-JLyn
Stein held Marie's limp body as if he just lost his brother all over again. Silent tears poured down his face, making the butt on his cigarette soggy. He looked up where he assumed Maka was.
"What happened? Why would she even imagine doing such an unspeakable action? What did you do to her? What did you say to her? Maka. What do you know?" Stein apparently wanted to play twenty questions with her. She wasn't doing that. To much had happened in one day. What, with Soul disappearing for the second time, and Marie's very sudden death, she wasn't sure if she could handle anymore drama or any secrets uncovered for today. Probably not even this week. But she had to... for Soul.
I saw Soul at the river I like to hang out at. He killed himself. Soul 's dead. I asked him why, why did he do this. What reason did he have. But he wouldn't answer any of my questions. I turned around from him, expecting him to stop me and answer my questions...But when I turned around again to face him, he was gone. So I came here expecting you to answer the door. Well she did and she asked me what was going on. I had to tell her. When I did ,She freaked out. She started yelling at me, saying that everyone we know is going to start killing themselves too. She said that she might as well do it too. And she did it... I'm so sorry.
When Stein got done reading Maka's explanation, he put what was Marie down, and left the room. He went to what Maka supposed was the master bedroom, slammed the door, and if you were quiet enough, you could hear him locking the door and piling furniture behind it. Maka had never seen Stein act this way. What will he do about Soul's death? About Marie's death? About any other death that might happen anytime soon? Maka had to get out of there. No. She had to move on, she could feel all the fatigue and pain she never felt before. It were as if she were dying for a second time. But if so, she felt as if the gates of heaven had shut off the path for her to walk on. She could just feel the hot, molten rocky road, just waiting for her, to torment her bare feet.
Maka left the house, climb a nearby tree, and screamed as loud as possible. Since no one would hear her, she felt it was perfectly fine to scream in broad daylight. No one would question their inanity over that at least. Maka wasn't really able to have human emotions anymore, so she was unable to cry, kinda.. She knew she was crying inside, but physically she wasn't.
"Calm down, why don't ya?" Maka must've jumped a million miles, she was so startled to death. And yet she can have that emotion? She recognized that voice. She turned her head just so she could barely see him out of the corner of her eye. And there he was. Again.
"Dammit, Soul!" She jumped down from the branch and looked up. How was he supposed to get away now, with out Maka seeing him get away? But since when doesn't Maka Alburn think things out? Because Soul simply jumped off the branch too, so they were face to face.
"What? Your the one who ran away the first time, now the second time too, huh? Well death sure has changed you. I'm not sure I like it."
"Excuse me? I'm the one who ran away first? You were gone within a matter of seconds when I turned around! Done with your hissy fit, yet?" Maka exclaimed. Soul laughed and acted carefree. As if death were the best thing that had happened to him. Maka somehow took offense to this, in a weird, selfish way.
"You were the one who slapped me at least a gazillion times. Screaming questions at me. That wasn't cool." Maka kinda blushed at him saying cool again. Alive, she was sick of it. But when you lose something for the second time, you'll take anything who can get out of it. Soul's grin widened.
"So what if it wasn't 'cool' enough for you, Soul! You shouldn't have disappeared like that... again!"
"Why not? It seems to piss you off." Soul said in a very playful manner. What had gotten into him?
"Soul, you were never like this alive. You were always chill. You were never an idiot like Black*Star, and your acting like him now. What is wrong with you?" Maka said. Soul, who had done nothing but grin and laughed this entire time, actually put on a sentimental look.
"I don't know. I really don't. Being dead, it makes me feel so..So loose. I feel like I don't have to care about anything anymore. Nothing about school. Nothing about your psychotic father. Just nothing. I feel nothing. And that makes me happy. But it also concerns me. I know we have things to get done here, or else we wouldn't be here anymore." Maka walked over to Soul and hugged him.
"We'll figure it out. But first, we need to get Stein out of his room and talk to him about this. And if he won't listen to us, we'll go to Lord Death." Soul backed up, but his hands still rested on Maka's shoulders.
"What do you mean get Stein out of his room?" Maka quickly explained to him what had happened with Marie, and how he locked himself up in his room like an eight year old. Soul laughed at that.
"He'll be turning that screw of his for months!" Soul said, trying to brighten up this horrible day.
They both ran into the house and went to the master bedroom. Since they were both dead, they couldn't exactly knock. But wait! They're ghosts, basically. They can walk through walls! It just took them a few minutes to figure that out. When they entered the room uninvited, they saw Stein, sitting in the corner whispering under his breath, something like a curse. It wasn't in English though. Some type of old Latin or something, Maka had guessed. How would they get his attention?
"Maka, any plans?" She shook her head no. "What? You always have plans! Your always the person who takes the lead in these situations."
"Sorry." She said, un-meaningful.
"Why don't you write something to him, and place the note on his lap?" Maka looked at him surprised.
"You actually have a good idea?" Maka said sarcastically.
"Oh shut up and do it." He said, feeling embarrassed with a pinch of manly man. Maka did as she was told. All she wrote was Stein on the paper. He quit whispering the foreign spell and picked up the paper.
"What do you want, Maka?" He said in a quite scared voice. Why would he be afraid of Maka?
I need to talk to you, Stein. It's important. She hated the fact she had to write down what she wanted to say, but what else could she possibly do?
"What? Are you going to play those little mind tricks on me, like you did with Marie? Why don't you just leave me alone before you drive me to the madness? Drive me to kill myself."
But Stein... I didn't do anything to her, honest! She wasn't in her right mind!
"But you're the one who told her about Soul's death! Marie loved Soul, as if he were her child. She felt as if her life was taken when Soul's was. And I loved her like a sister. And I'm on the verge of breaking down." Stein whispered.
She was going to find out eventually... If I wasn't the person to tell her, then who would? Who would have the guts to? Or would no one tell her and then she'd be asking you all the time, where's Soul?
"To her, he would've stayed lost. To her, he would've moved on."
Stein... Soul's with me right now.
"Soul? He's... he's here?" Stein stood up. "Soul? The little jackass who made the mistake to hit me? The fool's here? In this room?" Stein voice steadily got louder after each question or statement. By the time he was done talking, he was shouting. Maka backed up. Even though she knew he wouldn't be able to touch her. She looked at Soul. He was pale. Like, a sickly pale.
"Soul, what do we do?" Maka asked, desperately. He shrugged. Stein started laughing, much like Maka did when she was fighting Crona. He was losing it. Yeah, Soul copped an attitude. But he's fought Stein before. When they first met. It's nearly impossible to kill Stein. His wavelength was to powerful. Maka still had the ability to read soul wavelengths, and Stein's was growing rapidly.
Even if Maka and Soul could fight still, they weren't going to take the chances of going overboard and then killing Stein on accident. They just couldn't. At this point, Stein was throwing his arms around in a psychotic manner, probably in hopes to catch Soul's soul?
"Where are you Soul?" Stein called out. Soul looked at Maka. What was he thinking? Soul ran over to Stein, took his arms and put them behind his back. Maka gave Soul this 'What are you doing, you idiot?' Look.
"Tell him to calm down!" Soul exclaimed. Maka picked up her notebook where she threw it on the ground in surprise.
Stein, you need to calm down. Soul is the one holding your hand back. Now we need to talk to you. It's urgent!
"Why the hell would I help the person who basically killed Marie?" Stein asked.
Well for one thing I didn't kill her. She killed herself! Quit blaming me for something I didn't even do!
" I heard it all though! I heard her tangent!" Maka stopped. Why didn't he come up to the house before all that crap started?
Then why were you hiding? Why didn't you calm Marie down?! Maka wrote impatiently. Stein stood still. And he grinned. A grin you don't necessarily want to see on the man's face with a screw in his head.
"Maka. I'm done answering to you. Goodbye you two. See you in hell." Stein pushed a wavelength so hard it knocked poor ol' Soul into the wall. Maka dived through the wall after Soul. He was laying on the desk in the office. Right next to Marie's corpse. It was starting to smell in there. Apparently, when a weapon dies, the body starts to rot immediately after.
Soul looked sick staring at her.
"I wonder if I was like that.." Soul said.
"I don't know, Soul. But we need to go. Or we'll lose Stein. Who knows what he'll do when his mind is like this!" Maka grabbed Soul's wrist and pulled him up. They ran through the wall once more to find Stein, looking like his usual self, just twisting that little screw of his.
"...Stein?" Soul said, but remembered he couldn't hear him. Soul grabbed Maka's notebook, and wrote what he had attempted to say to Stein.
"Maka, I don't want to talk."
It's Soul. He wrote.
"Oh. Well I especially don't want to talk to you, then." Stein got up, stretched, and walked out of the room.
"How did he get so cool, so quickly? He looked like he would've killed us, you know, if we were still alive to be killed." Soul said in the stupidest way possible.
"I don't know. But I don't think it's a good thing..." Maka said walking into the room Stein went into. He was holding Marie's corpse again.
"God. How can he stand the smell?" Soul asked, looking pale again. How could he stand it? Even the ghosts of Maka and Soul could smell it. And they normally can't smell anything.
Stein reached over to where Marie's chest is and picked up her floating soul. And he swallowed it.
Maka went pale, and Soul, well Soul wasn't no longer a color.
"Steins an...an...afreet?" Maka exclaimed. "How? How could our Stein be an afreet?" She knew the answer, obviously. But she couldn't believe that Stein, Dr. Stein, was a cold-blooded afreet. She's killed afreet's before. Would she have to kill this one, just before her eyes, as well? Would she have to kill an afreet who used to be her friend. Who helped all of her friends when in need. Maka couldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She didn't care if Soul was going to complain later on about it. She felt nothing. And nothing felt good.
A/N: So, this chapter was way longer then my usual chapters, mainly because I was on the plane going to a state across the country. It was my first time flying, and it was really bumpy for my first go. I even got stuck in Colorado because it was snowing there. And I was in shorts. Those two don't mix! Anyways, for the next few days, my posting schedule is going to be sketchy because, well I'm on vacation. So I hope you enjoyed this very long yet psychotic chapter. Pm me or reply on the chapter if you have any ideas as to how this can go better and somewhat smoother! Scionara!
-JLyn