Chapter 7
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Vichalmers
Maka's grip around Soul tightened and she shifted ever so slightly to stand in front of him. They were both weak and battered but countless times Soul had stepped up to bat for Maka and now it was her turn to protect him.
"I suggest you back up and leave," Maka said, "before I have to come up there and destroy you." Jenifer laughed, her eyes glimmering with a crazed gloss as she began to descend into the basement.
"Oh Maka. Maka, Maka, Maka." She stopped on the step above them, leaning down to come nose to nose with the Miester. "I don't think you're in any position to make threats, not with your weapon so clearly out of sorts," Soul narrowed his eyes, and Maka felt him tense, coiling ready to defend her. Holding out a hand, Maka pressed against Soul's chest gently, signalling for him to stand down and let her handle the situation. There was no point in him wasting the remains of his energy on defending her, even if it was really sweet.
"I don't need Soul to kick your ass. I can take you down all on my own with out breaking a sweat." And while this was true Maka was exhausted from over using her Soul Perception and Jenifer called the Miester on her bluff, reaching out a hand with surprising speed and shoving Maka back into Soul, causing the two of them to tumble down the stairs, landing in a heap on the hard cement.
"Shit," Maka groaned, rolling off of Soul quickly. The weapon struggled to get to his feet but was wheezing painfully after having the wind violently knocked out of him. Maka, on the other hand, jumped to her feet with relative ease, standing in front of Soul protectively. No sense in him getting any more hurt than he already was.
"You do realize, that the both of you are completely at my mercy, right?" Jenifer lazily made her way down the basement stairs, inspecting her nails for chips and dirt.
"An injured weapon and a weak Miester, ha, even at your strongest the two of you wouldn't have been a match for me." The Witch stepped onto the cold concrete and began slowly stalking around Maka and Soul.
"If that was the case then why did you go through all this?" Maka couldn't help but ask, she had been dying to know ever since they had figured out Jenifer was a Witch. "Why pretend to be a Miester, put Soul under a spell, spend months watching us-"
Oh. Oh. Jenifer wanted to break her. She got off on misery and chaos. She sought out destruction. She had no hidden agenda or vendetta against the DWMA or Maka and Soul, she just liked to cause pain.
Why didn't we see that?!
"Stupid girl." Jenifer chuckled, shaking her head. "You never even considered I was doing this all for shits and giggles. Of course, the end goal is to kill the two of you, which we will commence with shortly, but I have to say, this has been the most fun I've had in a long time."
Snarling, Maka lashed out, landing a solid punch to the side of the Witch's face which sent her sprawling backwards. Seeing her window of opportunity, Maka jumped, throwing hit after hit until she was certain there was no way Jenifer was getting up any time soon.
Breathing heavily, Maka turned to Soul who immediately engulfed her in a warm hug. Maka breathed in deeply, taking in the smell she had desperately missed the last few months. Laundry detergent and sweat and leather from the motorcycle all wrapped up in the essence of Soul Evans.
Death she had missed this. She had missed him. She had missed the two of them together.
"It's over." Soul murmured, crushing his Miester even further into his chest. "Death, I am so sorry Maka. This is all my fault. But it's over now. I promise, its over."
And she believed him. Hell, even Soul believed it. Until an incredible blast of power and magic sent the Miester and Weapon crashing into the adjacent wall and tumbling into an inky black unconsciousness.
