Soul Eater

written by caitcadaver 2011

Prologue

Standing before them was a familiar figure, but the person speaking was someone strange and foreign. It was Soul Evans' face, but the person inside was a fake. His grin was sly and his skin pale. He stood in a black, pinstripe suit with his hands relaxed gingerly in the pockets of his slacks. The aura surrounding him was dark and it was something Maka couldn't grasp. Soul continued to stand in a casual stance, grinning out towards the people around him. Maka was the only one standing.

Black Star was lying with his head in Tsubaki's lap, who was barely conscious. Kid rested with his back against a piece of debris that had once been a column to an architecture that would never stand the same. Liz was lying in an awkward position at Kid's feet while Patty was hanging over another piece of debris, blood dripping slightly from her nose. Not too far off, Marie knelt beside an injured Stein. The two of them looked over at a rather sad sight before them. Sakura, the newest addition to their crew, was on her knees, hovering over her weapon, Ryuho. Tears fell from the meister's eyes and landed delicately on the cheek of her weapon who was out cold and was lying in a pool of blood. Stein chuckled through a coughing fit and called out to Sakura. "He's still alive, Sakura. He'll be alright, I promise you."

Maka listened to the statements said behind her and shut her eyes tightly, gripping her fists at her side. Soul had done this to her friends… Soul had done this to her. Green eyes, watered to the brim, arose to meet with crimson colored strangers. "Give him back… give him back to me!" Maka made a move to run forward, but Stein's voice stopped her.

"Don't be foolish, Maka. You know what you need to do. You need to bring him back; you need to find his soul wavelength. You're the only one who can do it."

Maka shut her eyes again and felt tears stroll down her cheeks. She brought her sleeve to her eyes and rubbed them furiously, sniffling slightly. Maka turned around to face Stein, but it wasn't him she spoke to. It was her father who was lying in the dirt, his eyes shut. He had mouthed something under his breath, but Maka had caught it. Be brave. "Bravery is the word…" With that, Maka turned back towards Soul's body and started walking towards him, her glare sliding into a gentle smile with her arms outstretched. "I'm coming for you…"

Soul smirked and pulled one hand from his pocket, holding it out. "Shall we dance?"