Chapter Thirty

~ Maka ~

Though my eyes were shield shut, I could still see the light above me changing quickly. Like stars were racing past in the sky, their bright flickering flames wanting to reach out and touch my face with their burning fingertips, and save me from the monster that had stolen me away.

The car roared against the silent midnight road, falling into the cracks of the shredded concrete and causing the vehicle to bounce and smack my head against the glass.

I could feel Black*star's wretched presence from beside me. As if the beating of his black heart was pounding vibrations, into the suffocating air around us.

"Let me go," I mumbled.

My eyes slitted open, his hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, his terrifying eyes turning round to face my dizzy body more times than once.

"Kid's," I chuckled, "gonna kick your fucking ass."

"Shut up," he hissed, raising his hand from the wheel, and threatening to hit me.

Despite how brave I thought I was in that moment, I flinched back in the passenger seat, remembering the amount of pain he had inflicted on my fragile body in the past.

It was then that I realised that the shooting stars were in fact that of the street lights, that were speeding past above us. And I had never been so thankful, to have any form of light guide me in that moment.

Slowly, my hands began shaking. My quivering fingertips urging to dig their way into the flesh that stained itself against his ugly face.

But I had to hold my hands to stop them, because all it would take for him to notice would be a slightest bit of movement, before I would lose it and lash out at completely the wrong time.

I had to make him think he had gotten away with it.

~ Death the Kid ~

The road ahead of us was dark, pitched black even. Like all my nightmares from my childhood had crept up on me in that moment to finally seize hold of me.

But it was my main fear of losing Maka that had practically consumed me.

"Can't you go any faster?" I exclaimed, biting my lip to grip a hold on my trembling voice.

"My foot's right down Kid!" James yelled, "I can't go any faster!"

My heart was crawling up my throat, because my desire to find her was more than my need to breathe in that exact moment. And I didn't even care if that alone became a problem.

The anger inside of me was boiling. Boiling more than ever by the second, burning like a fire that spread within my veins, and ran through my wrists into my clenched fists, where I could feel hatred and every other spiteful emotion's urge to destroy.

My fists tapped violently against my thighs, like I was shifting from my human form and into the dangerous animal that controlled the blackouts, and every other outcome of my destructive anger.

James looked from me to the road. Like he didn't know what he was more afraid of: the darkness that continued to consume the street, or me.

He swallowed – hard. "So, why do you like the girl, if I'm allowed to ask?"

I could feel my body ease, thinking about everything that made her imperfectly perfect.

Her shimmering green eyes. The two watery forest green eyes that shine up at me, with such longing for help, and such need for love.

Then her hair. The blonde hair that was always clinging to her face like cracks. Blonde lines working their way across her pale cheeks, and just always wanting me to seize hold of them, to place behind her red tinted ears.

Every paper crane she ever had, and ever will – make.

I smiled, "she makes me a better person."

I saw him turn to face me. His what were once a set of worried eyes, looked at me with such relief. His brown irises catching hold of the street lights, and shinning them back towards me.

And I had never been so thankful, to have any form of light guide me in that moment.

~ Maka ~

I could taste every ounce of pain and fear he had caused me sitting at the back of my throat. The stinging taste of it squeezing in my mouth with every second I was left wanting to rip apart his body.

But I sat there silent, still feeling the shaking tips of my fingers on my left hand patter against the palm on my right. And all I could do was wait until the right time, the perfect time, to get away from him.

And I couldn't fucking wait.