Maka wept as she held the folder containing her memories to her chest. She had read the whole thing with disgust and horror as each page contains detailed writings of her past. Had they all lied to her, even Soul? Liz, Patty, even Kid who she was supposed to trust had been the sole helpers in the conspiracy. And who was this Giriko Chainsaw character?
"Maka, are you okay?" Soul asked as he took a seat next to her on the park bench. Three feet of snow covered the once green grass of Death City Nevada as Soul examined his feet, scared to look his most likely old friend in the eye.
"You lied to me," she muttered refusing to look at him. At least she was talking to him.
"If it makes you feel any better, I only skimmed it when Kid and the girls came to my office." Soul said as he fiddled with his jacket hem.
"Surprisingly, that only helped a little." She replied handing him the folder. Soul paused unsure of what to do.
"Read it, then at least then one person I trust will know the truth." He could hear the tears in her voice as he moved closer and began to read the contents held between cream-colored flaps.
Maka watched his expressions carefully as he read over her life. He was successful in hiding most of his surprise. With a snap, he closed the folder and looked up at her.
"What now," he asked handing her the folder.
"What do you mean; don't you want to leave me like the others?" Maka asked confused as Soul's low laugh met her ears.
"I told you, no matter what, I will remain by your side." He told her as he pulled her close and into a hug. She stiffened in his embrace as a warm feeling came over her.
"There's a shredder in your office correct?" Maka asked, her voice muffled by his chest.
"Yeah, beside my desk." he replied already knowing her plan as she reached into his jacket pocket for his motorcycle keys.
Kid paced back and forth as eyed the newspaper sitting on his desk. The Las Vegas times had finally released the series of murders in the city that had taken place a year ago and restarted the week before this. The twins were smiling as they cleaned their guns, ready to act at any sound from their boss.
"Father is not pleased that this is happening, nor is he pleased that miss. Albarn is here in Death City with the knowledge of who she is." Kid snarled as his fist hit the oak desk, cracking the surface.
"Die, Die!" Patty chanted as she pointed her gun at a picture of a giraffe.
"Calm down Kid, I'm sure Soul knows what he's doing." Liz smirked as she fixed her chipped nail.
"You know what that family is capable of Elizabeth." Kid snapped as the oldest Thompson flinched back into the leather seat she sat at.
"Which family, Soul's or Capone's?" Patty asked as she peaked over the desk, blue eyes full of mischief.
"Both if we think about it, but what worries me is the other group, the ones that started the whole mess." Kid said as he pulled Liz from his chair, only to have her return to his lap once he sat down.
"Oh you mean the ones who nearly killed big sis and you, boss." Patty laughed. Kid nodded as he took on a thoughtful pose ignoring the way his lower body pulsed under Liz's hip movements. Patty pouted at being ignored as she went to the dungeons to visit her friend.
Wes blinked once again in surprise as his brother and Maka stood stunned infront of him.
"Um, hey lil, brother." Wes smiled weakly eyeing the cream-colored folder pressed tightly against Maka's chest.
"Why are you here Wes, didn't you have a date with Blair?" Soul asked blocking his brother's escape.
"Blair and I got Stien to tell us the truth, so I dropped Blair off at home and came here to use the computer." Wes explained.
"I don't trust Stien," Maka snarled holding her folder tighter.
"I don't trust a man who wants to dissect me for my teeth," Soul muttered before pulling a switchblade from his pocket and holding it out to his brother's throat.
"Prove to me you are not going to hurt Maka, and I'll let you pass." The younger Evans spat. Wes remained calm as he stepped backwards and began walking back to his office, Soul and Maka in tow. Neither young adult seemed trusting of the other as they filed around the computer.
"This is the latest news from Las Vegas police." Wes said as he turned the computer screen to the two. Maka gasped recognizing the people in the photo as the ones from her folder.
"Well, that nice at least they still have their um, heads." Soul gulped choosing to look everywhere but at the graphic picture.
"Who removes a head from a body just to place it in the hands of the mutilated bodies?" Maka asked eyeing Wes for answers.
"The chainsaw murderer, he's famous for a series of murders one year ago in the same area." He explained handing his brother some water and helping him into his chair.
"The chainsaw murderer, what's his full name, his bio." Maka asked her eyes blazing with the want of knowledge.
"Giriko, Giriko Chainsaw, why?" Wes asked eyeing the girl closer.
"Because he was there the night my parents died." She whispered earning the interest of both Evans brothers.
"You remember?" they asked leaning forward as she backed up.
"I think so, I had a dream about a fire and my mother handing me to him." Maka replied finally placing the folder on the table. Soul was quick to retrieve it as Wes pulled out a small shredder and trashcan. Soul thanked him and looked at Maka.
"It's your past, you want the honors of shredding it?" he asked her as she eyed the two brother's.
"Do you both wish to remain by my side even after knowing my history?" she asked as both nodded letting her move forward.
"Then let's destroy my past together." She stated as they each grabbed the top of the folder.
"This whole thing will go in right?" Soul asked after a few minutes of it shredding.
"I have matches just in case." Wes replied as Maka began to giggle insanely as she pulled the rest and grabbed the matches.
"Then lets burn it to the fiery pits of hell!" this outburst caused the two boys to retreat from her in fear.
"Ok, no more gangster books for Maka." Soul replied taking the matches from her and placing the remaining bits of folder into the trash bin. As the group watched it burn Soul though of a way to protect Maka, no matter who she was.
The next day Blair smiled as the usual group entered the Magical Cat bar after hours.
"Your late, she said before bringing them their usual orders. The only group not present was Kid and the girls. Soul didn't bother bringing that to attention though as Blackstar and Maka chatted.
"So Maka, your past was a bust, but I still want you as my loyal follower." Blackstar proclaimed as he patted her back roughly.
"Thanks, Blackstar I appreciate that." She smiled as he chugged down his beer.
"Tsubaki and I are behind you a hundred percent." The hyperactive boy said as Tsubaki nodded from her left.
"That's good to hear, because Stien told us the truth, and Maka needs a bunch of friends to help her get her past right." Blair said, as she stood infront of the table, hands on her hips.
"Capone sir, she wasn't in the San Francisco district either." A man bowed as he entered a large dining room where a fat man in a bowler hat sat eating chicken.
"Then try another city, that bitch couldn't have gotten far, I want her dead!" Capone ordered before ripping at another chicken leg. The man ran from the room to go through with the order as another guard placed a second bowl of chicken infront of his boss.
"The girl belongs to me," Capone growled as the man nodded remembering when the girl had been in their dungeons months ago.
"Did you check New York, that's where those damned Thompson sisters come from." Capone said eyeing his second in command.
"Yes sir, that's the first place we checked." The man answered calmly as the boss relaxed in his chair. Maka Albarn was going to pay for her families crimes, very slowly and painfully.
Stien and Marie were sitting infront of the computer drinking tea as they examined the corners reports of the Las Vegas murders.
"What does this mean Stien?" Marie asked as Stien put down his finished cup.
"It means Marie, that Maka is a dead girl just like her parents." The mad doctor replied as he turned off the computer leaving them in a curtain of darkness. Marie closed her eyes as she feared for the young blond who was currently on death row with every mob boss in the country.
Soul closed his eyes in frustration as he listened to Blair and Wes try to persuade both he and Maka to take up martial arts. Had they forgotten Soul had already took up the sport, or that Maka's body was quivering in either fear or excitement.
"So, what do you say?" Blair asked as Tsubaki watched with mild interest.
"Don't worry; your god will train you well." Blackstar smiled as Maka stood up.
"I'll do it, but you also have to teach me to use a gun." She said as Soul's chair; which had been balancing on two legs, clattered to the floor with a bang.
"What the hell woman!" he yelped from the floor.
"You heard me Soul, if I'm wanted to the death, then I want to die fighting." She stated her eyes dark green with stubbornness.
"Die sexy," Soul whispered as Tsubaki giggled, being the only person to hear him. Blackstar smiled as he looked between both Soul and Maka, his new students.
"I'm going to die aren't I?" Soul said as Maka, he, and Wes walked home.
"You're so pessimistic, how bad can Blackstar be?" Maka laughed as she jumped in the snow as if they were rain puddles. Wes wisely chooses to be silent as Soul tried to explain their friend's usual antics.
"From what you say he's really strong and loyal, this is exactly what we need." Maka smiled as she allowed Wes to open the door to their apartment. Wes yelped once he entered the apartment gaining both Maka and Soul's attention.
"What tha-"Soul began.
"Oh no," Maka whimpered covering her mouth.
Tsubaki and Blackstar stared in horror as their home lay in flames on the ground having completely burned down.
"So this is how it starts." Blackstar hissed as Tsubaki began picking through the embers and ash of her home.
Liz sighed as she and Patty stood before their boss and his father. None of the room's occupants was happy as the latest news hit the TV.
"This is what happens when our past are not dealt with, understand." The cloaked man said as both his son and the twins nodded.
"What do we do Lord Death?" Liz asked knowing Kid would never ask.
"My job is to protect her, as hit men Thompson twins, you and Kid are in charge, from here on out I turn my head to this destruction.