Soul Eater: Nightmares are Real
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater or any other books, animes, or mangas that you may think of. I only own the OC characters Leon, Nightmare, Alexandria, Jacob(Deceased), Rachel(Deceased), and several other OC's that have yet to me named.
Dragon: Hello Dear readers, thank you for your reviews, I enjoyed them greatly. Here is Chapter 1 as I promised, though a quick warning before I begin. This chapter has a scene of blood and gore, so if there are any people who have weak stomachs or do not wish to see this, please skip the scene. I will leave a message just before the scene begins. Now then, relax, read, and enjoy!
Chapter One:
A not so normal day
"Soul, wake up!"
Soul Eater Evans jerks his head up from the pillow, his messy white hair sticking out all over the place, eyes blinking rapidly from the sudden awakening. Frowning, he looks to his left, looking at the glaring girl in front of him, green eyes filled with annoyance, her soft looking grey hair done up in her trademark pigtails and wearing her usual school uniform that, he noted blushing softly, hugged her petite body rather nicely. Inwardly shaking his head of such thoughts, he growls and glares at her, his razor teeth in a frown.
"Maka, what the hell? I was sleeping!" Maka just glared back and put her hands on her hips, growling back at him. "Soul, its time for school so get up, we have to eat breakfast." Soul snorts, and lays back down on his pillow, turning over. "Not going today, sleepy." Maka growls, but then sighs, and seems to give up, Soul notes with triumph from her silence, taking it as she had given up. He was wrong.
"Maka Chop!" Maka's chop slams into Soul's sleeping head, and then pulls back, leaving a small book like crater in his head, smokes rising from it like a skull. Soul yells in pain, and grabs his head, jumping out of bed and hits the floor, moaning in pain. "Damn it Maka! Ow Shit, God damnit!"
"Get, up, we have to get to school, come get breakfast!" Maka turns and walks out of the room, her skirt flipping up a bit and giving Soul a delightful view of her panties, making him turn away blushing. Soul turns back when it goes down and growls at her retreating form, holding his head in pain, but then sighs. 'Sigh… might ask well get up…' Souls stands on unsteady legs, still reeling from the pain of Makas hand slamming into his head. ' Ugh…. Did she have to be so hard with it though?'
He walks over to his wardrobe, and pulls out his trademark jacket, a black shirt and his black pants, and strips off his sleeping clothes, consisting of his shirt and underwear. He looks at himself in the mirror, and smirks his trademark toothy smile. He was looking good, he thought, his arm's lean and muscled, though nothing like Black star's, and his lean and muscular chest and legs were nothing to laugh at either. He smirked, feeling good, and proceeds to put on a new pair of boxers and his pants, but then noticed the scar on his chest, and he frowns, lost in thought. 'Three years huh?'
It had been three years since the defeat of the Kishin Asura, three long years since he had first received the scar from Crona. He thought of that church where they had first fought, and smirked. 'Heh, I was a idiot back then.' Soul had greatly matured from the boy he was once was. Now 17, he stood at 5'10, taller than most people, other than Kid and Black Star of course; His looks had improved too, though not as much as Kids had over the last three years.
However, it was not only his looks that had improved, but his attitude too. He was no longer the lazy, immature kid he once was; now, he was more thoughtful, more mature, though that's at least what he thought. Maka still treated him the same as always, he thought with small smile. 'I wonder where Crona is right now…' He thought about the pink haired boy who had disappeared after the whole fiasco was over, walking off into the desert without word to anyone. Maka had been depressed for a while, but recovered, knowing that she would see her friend again one day.
Soul shook himself out of his thinking, and put his on his shirt and then the jacket, and then walked out of his room, scratching his head. "Morning." He yawned out, and sat down at the table, and looked over at Maka. Maka was turned towards the stove, humming to her as she cooked the eggs and toast in one, a trick she learned from Tsubaki. 'I am not the only who has grown though…' Yes, Maka, had changed too. Age 17 also, she stood at about 5'4, very tall for her age, though not as tall as Tsubaki or Liz. She had filled out nicely over the last three years, Soul noted perversely. Her hips were now wider, her legs seemed to go on forever and were more plump and full, and her chest was now at a mid C cup.
'Yep, I am not the only one who grew.' Soul thought to himself, eyes trailing over her figure. She turned, and he averted his gaze quickly, and focused on the wall, reciting to himself every single non-attractive thing he could think of. 'Maka's dad naked on a cold day, Maka's dad naked on a cold day…' "Here you go Soul, eat up." Maka puts the plate down in front of him, and then sits down across from him. Soul looks down at his food, and raises an eyebrow. "What's this, Maka?" "An egg in a Basket, I learned it from Tsubaki. Go ahead, eat it." Soul looked down at the weird looking piece of toast with fried egg in it. He picks it up and sniffs it, and, smelling nothing wrong, proceeds to take a bite out of it.
Souls eyes widen, and then he proceeds to devour the piece of toast. Maka giggles and smiles at Soul, who blushes from embarrassment. "Heh, I am glad that you enjoyed it." Soul nods, still blushing from the cuteness of her smile, but then realizes that they are missing one member at the table. "Hey Maka, where is Blair?" "Hmmm? No idea, I haven't seen her all day. " Soul sighs, thinking about the sexy kitty and thanking God that she wasn't here. He didn't need Maka angry at him; he winces, thinking of what she would do if Blair did her daily teasing. 'Maka may have changed physically, but inside, she still the same.'
Maka looked at the clock and gasped, and then grabbed Souls arm, and dragged him out the apartment. "We're going to be late!" "Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!" Soul said in response, his arm feeling like it was being torn out of its socket. They got to Soul's motorbike, and Maka let go of Souls arm. Rubbing his arm, he grumbles about evil tomboys, and proceeds to start the bike. Maka hops on back, and together, they drive as fast as they can towards the school. As they went, they were unaware of the nights previous events…. or how they would forever be altered by them.
Courtyard outside Shibusen, 9:38 am
When Maka and Soul arrived at the school, they could tell something was wrong. A crowd had gathered at the top of the stairs leading to the academy, and from the sound of their murmurs, whatever was going on was not good. Maka ran up the stairs and Soul followed up more slowly, his senses on full alert for any possible threats. Maka ran into the crowd, pushing herself through, heading towards the front. Soul followed behind her, albeit more politely, maneuvering his way through. He didn't need to however, people were moving out of his way, having recognized the young Death Scythe. He mind went through several possibilities as he walked through the crowd as to what might be going on. 'Has there been an accident, or are some people fighting, or is it breakup between a couple?' Accidents, fights, and break ups were a part life in Death City however, and the horrified voices and whispered murmurs of the people up front told him otherwise.
He got up to the front, and noticed that the entire center of the courtyard was blocked off, yellow tape that said Stay back and Keep away blocked the crowd. Inside the circle, there was a white doctor's tent that several people were coming out of and going into, wearing surgical masks and black gloves. He saw Sid standing guard outside the front of the tent, and Maka walking towards it. Sighing, he ducks under the tape, and looks up to see Maka entering the tent, Sid holding back the flap for her, and then letting it fall behind her.
A moment later, Maka's horrified scream filled the air, and Soul was filled with dread. He ran towards the tent, his arm turning into a scythe blade in case anything happened. He burst through the tent flaps, ready to confront whatever was going on. Maka was on her knees, her eyes filled with disgust and terror, tears falling downwards. Soul looked upwards, and saw what she had seen.
His face paled, and he suddenly wished he hadn't looked up "…. Holy shit…. What the fuck…"Behind him, he could hear Kids and Black Stars yells, and then they burst through the tent, Sword and twin guns ready to blow away whatever they deemed a threat. They saw what they were looking at and paled as well. Together, all four of them, plus Liz, Patti, and Tsubaki in their weapon forms, gazed upon the thing that had scared Maka.
Warning: Extremely Graphic scene ahead. If you have weak stomach or don't wish to read, skip this scene.
From what they could tell of the body, it was male, though its mutilated face and destroyed body made it extremely hard to tell. A very large pool of blood was around the body, all of it fresh. The bodies' head was a few feet from the rest of it, its eyes torn out, the bloody holes looking at them. The skin of the right half of the face was ripped off, and the left side of it was riddled with knife cuts. Above it, the hair had been scalped away, showing the gray matter that lay underneath the skull. A centipede crawled out of its nose and fell to the ground, crawling away, causing Liz and Tsubaki to shriek in terror.
This sight alone made them all sick, but the body was worse. Its chest had been torn open, the rib cage shown underneath. Its heart had been ripped out of it, and was lying next to the body. Its right arm had been torn away from the body and lay on the ground a couple of feet away, its skin having teeth marks in them. Its lower half was relatively untouched, except for its stomach, which had a message carved into it. They all read it in horror, as a feeling of dread washed over them.
NIGHTMARES ARE REAL
End of Graphic Scene.
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean near Simoa, 5:00 Pm
A man lay on the deck of a Cruise ship, catching the last of suns rays. A golden haired woman in a maids outfit approached him, carrying a cell phone in her hand. " Master, there is someone on the phone for you." "Ugh…who its it?" "Shinigami-sama Sir." The man sits up and stands up, taking the phone from her, and brings it to his ear. "Hello Death, its been awhile….uh huh….uh huh….yeah…..hmmm…..Sigh….do I have too….Sigh fine. I will be there in a couple of days…..until then, Old Friend." He turns off the phone, and throws it behind him. The maid catches it with expert practice in mid air. "Alexandria." "Yes sir?" "Tell the Captain to turn the ship around and set course for Los Angeles." He turns and smirks. "We have to meet an Old Friend."
Dragon: Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd DONE! YAY ME! Seriously though, thank you for reading this story. I hoped you enjoyed it. I will be putting up Chapter two very soon. Read and Review please, I need them to go on! All Flames will be put out by Black Stars Godliness.
Black Star: YAHOOOOOO!
Dragon: Until next time! "Bows low."