The feeling of her body about to be torn in two was the awakening Maka received. It felt like no more than a day since she and Soul had gone into the glass room for their weekly shower. The lids of her eyes felt as heavy as lead as she tried to force them open, as the growing tug and pull on her body increase. With the growing awareness of the actions of the world around her as she rose from her deep slumber she became aware of the presence of strong arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back, whilst an all too familiar iron hard grip had a hold of her left ankle.
"NO!" she practically screamed in her head, trying to force her body to move, to stay the embrace of the arms hold her trying to pull her back to the safety that was Souls embrace. She wanted nothing more then to stay within the warmth and comfort of those arms, to never leave. But life was cruel as it turned out to be far too often in the new world, it just wasn't fair, warmth and comfort could only last as long as darkness wished it to. As she forced her eyes open, she felt the sudden loss of warmth and the sound of a heart retching cry and a body hitting the cold, hard damp wall of her prison. She opened her eyes to view the crumpled figure of Soul falling down the wall, a trail of dark sticky substance staining the already dark damp rock wall as his body slide to crumply in a heap on the ground.
"Soul" her cry echoed around the walls of the cell as she was slung over a shoulder and taken out into a hall.
"Soul! Soul! Answer me! SOUL!" She kicked and screamed struggling to get out of the iron like grip of the one holding her.
"Get Dr. Stine in here" the voice was Medusas, cold and smooth, like a snake itself, she turned to look at Maka, who was watching her intently. Deep emerald green meet power hungry gold and a wicked smirk spread its way across Medusas face "well now… he wouldn't be much good to us dead"
"What? No! Soul!" Maka screamed as she once again began to struggle as she was taken down the halls that once use to be the lower areas of the DMWA School, being able to do nothing but watch as Medusa stood in front of the door to her and Souls prison with a wicked smirk turning playing on her lips slowly widening into a crazed smile and laugh.
As they rounded the 2nd or was it 3rd bend she stopped her outraged cries and struggles. Medusa was long out of sight and sound and the iron grip around her waist would not budge. Instead she set her mind to what was to come and what was the Kishin intended to do with Soul. Maybe they where going to attempt some more experiment with the black blood? Oh god she hoped not, the trial they had conducted at the beginning had almost been the death of her and Soul, she could still remember her relief she had felt when they had stopped those initial test and left them in peace for a while. That peace had not lasted long however, upon learning all the possible affects the black blood had on weapon and mister the Kishin had turned his malicious mind elsewhere, to Maka herself, or more specifically her sole and her anti-demon wavelength. She could not express the relief and fear she had felt on learning this the first time they had dragged her off, leaving Soul alone in the room with his screams echoing down the hall after her. The relief she had felt in knowing Soul would no long be put through suffering in Stines and the Kishin's grave experiments where enough to make her forget, if only for a short amount of time, the safety of her own life.
Looking up from her downward gaze of the floor she say the narrow halls of the under sections of DWMA had widened out into the schools main section. Taking a deep breath she began the breathing techniques she had learnt with Stine before the fall, focusing and strengthening her soul wavelength. They were getting close now, she could feel the pressure of the Kishin's madness building around her, it was like a heavy weigh, making the air harder to breath, as though the very force of gravity itself was growing stronger, making it harder to move. Finally they came to a sudden stop, twisting up and around, she saw herself in front of the doors that use to entrance into Shimigami-sama's mirror world, a world that was now the Kishin's own personal play room. The huge blood red double doors swung silently open. The smell of madness, wafted out like a thick, dark breeze, the strong arm that had held her securely on its shoulder now came up and grabbed her tightly by the waist and in a fluid motion she was flying through the doors into the darkness. She hit the floor with a thud, rolling to reduce the damage of the throw on her body, twisting her body out of the tuck and roll in a flowed motion, something year of training had embedded in her, she turned to just in time to see the last slivers of light from outside before the door closed with a soft thump. And then she was alone, in the darkness with nothing but the Kishin to keep her company.
RDG x