Battle Royale
Part 5

Tezca's completely out burned himself. His energy levels are already low and he hasn't any more strength to continue searching for the kids. His lucky is running out and with the parents of the Thompson sisters and Black*Star's parents mourning, it doesn't make it better. Maka's parents are everywhere. They are begging him to continue searching but this's the time to think. He's missing the final piece. He knows they aren't inside of the city since he has checked every mirror in every house.

"Please Tezca! I'm begging you to continue! My daughter is shot and she needs medical treatment now!" Kami begged him. Tears flooded down from her cheeks were like waterfalls. Seeing her child dying right in front of you and knowing you can'' do anything to prevent it must be very awful.

"We have to find my darling Maka! Death the Kid shot her! She needs help now! Stop being a lazy ass and continue searching for my daughter! Can't you see she's dying?" Spirit's screamed at Tezca. Spirit's just as sorrowful as his wife but he doesn't show it with tears, he shows it with his anger and anxiety for his daughter. Spirit has always been very caring and worried for his daughter in general, but this's a maddening kind. The game might've turned Black*Star mad, but it's turning the parents and the citizens mad as well. Everyone's trying to help the poor noble kinds inside of that horrible place, but no one can find it.

"Be quiet Spirit! I see your daughter on the screen! I can see her running for her life from Kid but I've already searched the whole Death City! She. Is. Inside. Of. The. CITY!" Tezca screamed for the first time. Their nagging and anxiety isn't helping and he should've sent them out a long time ago but he thought their brains could be used for once. "I need just one clue for me to fine them. ONE CLUE!"

Tezca sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He'd long a long time ago taken off his mask. He couldn't care less about his face now. It's easier seeing with the mask off anyways. "Just one clue…" He repeated and looks on the screen. He noticed Maka was still running away but then, suddenly she was pulled into a bush.

"Don't scream. I'm a friend." He heard it. It's barely a whisper but he heard it. He knew this voice. A very low and husky voice. He knew all the kids voices inside of Death City and this voice isn't an exception.

"Soul Evans…" He whispered and Maka's parents immediately looked at him.

"Soul Evans? Is he the one who pulled Maka inside of the bushes?" Kami asked as she tried to find her daughter inside of the bushes. She could see colors inside of the bushes but she couldn't make out if her daughter is okay or not.

"Yes it's him." Tezca smiled wide and turned to his mirror. "And I think I know just the right place to find them." He looked inside of the mirror. He'd already searched in the Evan's house but he remembers they had a warehouse outside of Death City. He'd completely forgotten about it. Looking into the mirror, He tried to get inside of the warehouse but as he thought, there aren't any mirrors inside of it. They'd planned everything down in the smallest detail. Even if he couldn't find any mirrors, this's the only clue they have on their where about. He's to check it out.

…

"So, what's your favorite color?" I asked. Soul had wrapped his jacket around me to cover myself up. It felt a little awkward that I'd only been in my black leggings, blue skirt and the bandages wrapping around my upper body. He's a real gentleman to offer me his jacket like that.

"Green. What's your favorite thing to do?" He asked. He looked great too. He's too in his school uniform which is a grey jacket which I'm currently wearing, blue jeans, white dress shirt and a blue tie. He fit the school uniform really well. His personality is great to. He's kind like a puppy and brave like a lion and cool as ice.

"Reading. I know. I'm not really a socializing person." I answered shy. How come I never introduced myself to Soul? He's really cool and a great person. I would definitely want him as a friend.

"Don't worry, I'm not great with people either. It took me years to gather the courage to talk to you." His comment made my cheeks heat up. To even think I'd have a secret admirer is kind of weird. I never considered myself that appealing for guys but I'm wrong and I'm very happy I am, although, it feels weird to having an admirer. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do, but I'm not letting it stand in my way, I'm choosing my heart to lead the way.

"Well I'm happy I met you. You're a very cool person." My heart fluttered again. Why am I feeling like this? I've never felt like this before? What is it I want?

"I'm happy too." Just now, I noticed how close we had gotten. During our conversation, I'd moved closer to him and he'd moved closer to me. We're sitting right in front of each other and only a small space is between us. "Although, there is something I want to do." He whispered softly and I swear I can feel butterflies inside of me. My heart is going like crazy when Soul starts to lean toward me. My brain whispered for me to move away since I'd just met him, but I felt connected to him. My heart overpowered my heart and my body was on autopilot. My hands snaked up his chest and around his neck.

Soul got surprised by this action but took this as an invitation to get closer. He cupper my cheeks and our lips were almost brushing.

"Attention players!" the sudden voice made us jump apart from each other. "There has been a slight change in rules." The voice wasn't modified like the voice which always had spoken. "The one who kills Maka Albarn will be released from the games immediately. If you look up in the sky her location will be shown." My heart stopped. He said what?

Looking up toward the sky I could see the same familiar map which was on Soul's GPS. The only location it showed is mine. Not even Black*Star's or any other person was shown except mine. "Oh no…" The only one left is Death The Kid; the boy with death in his veins. Of course he'd be the one to kill me.

Soul grabbed my wrist and without me noticing it, he'd packed all the first aid stuff and picked up the spear and the scythe. "We have to get out of here. There's no time to remove the tracker." He handed me the spear. "Use this to protect yourself." I immediately shook my head.

"I don't want to use it." Soul seemed to understand what I was implying on. That weapon had been used against me in battle and wounded my arm. Soul switched weapons with me so I'm carrying the scythe and he the spear.

"Come on." He grabbed my hand and we started to run. Since I'm not healed yet, I had to limp quickly to keep up with Soul but in the process I could feel myself reopening the wounds. "Damn it!" He must've noticed my conditions since the wounds color his jacket red. He quickly stopped and kneeled down in front of me, showing me his back. "Get up. We're faster if I'm carrying you."

Without any comments or disagreements, I quickly crawled up his back. He got up and started running. A quick glance toward the sky showed Soul and me clinging onto his back. Death The Kid is definitely watching us right now and trying to find us.

He ran as quickly as he could with me on his back, but then suddenly someone tackled me from above off his back. I cried out both in surprise and pain. I hit hard on the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs. On top of me is Death The Kid with a dagger in his hand, the one he used to kill Black*Star with. The scythe in my hand had been knocked out of my hand and I was defenseless.

Death The Kid raised his dagger and I couldn't help but look into his eyes. They were the same as Black*Star's and Ox's, all mad and unreachable. "Nighty little rabbit." He whispered and I yelled in fear before Death The Kid was tackled off of me.

Soul pinned him to the ground and punched him right in the nose, breaking it in the process. "Don't you dare hurt Maka!" He roared at him and hit him again, this time in the jaw. Death the Kid's face was covered in the blood gushing out from his broken nose.

My knees started to get weak. Death The Kid and I hadn't ever been friends. Death The Kid had been too tidy for me and in his words "I was a peasant," but he's still a human. Even if we never liked each other and actually disliked each other more, I couldn't let him die. "Soul, you have to s-" My sentence was cut off by a pang of pain going through my stomach. My eyes slowly wandered down and through my body was a sword.

Soul noticed my sudden silence and looked at the person behind me. His eyes went from murderous to utter surprise and heartbreak. "MAKA!" He screamed out my name and everything started to become dark and my body grew heavier. I couldn't stand up on my own and fell on the side with the sword still stuck through my body.

…

Soul looked at the man who drew the sword through Maka; Wes Evans. He smirked wide and pointed a gun toward him and fired it but it didn't hit Soul. Instead the bullet drilled into Death The Kid's forehead and he fell dead on the ground behind Soul.

"The game is over. They are dead. Let's get out of here." Wes announced. On the outside, people could take him as a statue, but on the inside were a haywire of emotions. Hatred toward his brother raged inside of him. He can't believe he wanted to be a heartless monster like him. Wes took away the one person he felt connected and loved. He coldblooded killed her.

"No. I'm not going anywhere with you." Soul said through gritted teeth.

"What? Are you disobeying me again, little brother?"

"Yes. Yes I am." Soul quickly picked up the scythe which was Maka's. He could've chosen the spear if he wanted to but the scythe was Maka's. He'd to cling onto the smallest piece of her. "AND I WILL KILL YOU FOR KILLING MY HEART!"

Wes quickly dropped the gun in his hand and dived for the spear. With one roll he quickly guarded from the scythe. Soul hates his brother. He wants him dead. He wants him dead and rotting.

Soul cried out in anger at every attack he made toward his brother. Wes was surprised by the energy and the constant attacks Soul delivers toward him. He'd shocked Wes a lot just in one day. He'd turned into a completely new person. Had Wes underestimated Soul's love toward Maka? Yes he did. He didn't know Soul would become like an animal just because he killed her.

Soul managed to make cuts on his thighs, arms and waist. Soul's too fast for Wes. He can't keep up with him. His attacks are too fast for Wes. He can't do anything but to block. There must be something he can do to get the upper hand in this battle.

As Soul swung his scythe toward his brother, he blocked it with the spear and he got suddenly an idea. Now the game was about to get turned around.

Wes grabbed the scythe's shaft and pushed his body toward the safe side of the blade. The bottom hit Soul in the solar plexus and air was knocked out from his lungs. Soul lost his balance and Wes ripped the weapon from his hands. Now Soul stood defenseless in front of a smirking Wes.

"As you wish, you will die here too." Wes raised his spear to deliver the final blow to kill his brother. Before Wes had a chance to kill Soul, a loud gunshot resonated throughout the fake forest and the birds took off flying. Soul's eyes were squeezed shut but he couldn't feel any pain, nothing at all. He cracked one eye open and he saw his brother completely stunned. The spear dropped from his hand and he fell down on his knees before he hit the ground, exposing the gun wound in his back.

Wait. The canon never sounded! The canon never announced Maka's death!

…

I'm breathing heavily. The gun weight hundreds of pounds in my hands. It'd taken everything for me to grab the gun and with my vision being already bad I couldn't aim well. The only thing I hoped was to hit Wes. He can't kill Soul. He saved my life and I own mine to him.

I supported myself with one arm and fired the gun. The bullet hit Wes's back and he fell down to the ground. Soul noticed me immediately ran over to me and caught me before my arm gave in. He gently turned me around and it felt nice being in Soul's arms. He's so warm and gives me a feeling of safety.

"Maka! Maka! You've to stay with me! You can't die! Understand?! Don't you dare close your eyes!" He screamed at me but I could barely catch what he was saying. I could hear his screams and pleases but I couldn't make out the words.

My eyes are too heavy to keep open and I'm feeling very tired. I'm happy I met Soul. I can't have asked for a better friend than him. He made this hell into a little private heaven just the two of us were in. But I don't want to leave without finishing what we started. "Soul…" I barely whispered to him. "Kiss me…" As soon as I'd finished my sentence his lips were on mine and I swear I was in heaven. His kiss numbed the pain and the butterflies returned. It's wrong to kiss a person you've only known for a matter of hours, but I can't help but feeling like this. I like Soul. He saved my life and I saved his. We saved each other.

That's was my last thought before kissing Soul became too hard. The last thing I felt were his lips on mine and the last thing I heard was an alarm starting before everything became dark.