Chapter Thirty-Three

~ Death the Kid ~

James slammed on the brakes as Black*star's car came into view. Smoke rising from the hood due to wreckage made from its collision with the trees.

Before the Ford even had a chance to stop fully I was already throwing myself out the car door, stumbling as I raced towards the crash in which the girl I loved with involved.

"Maka!" I screamed, throwing myself against the cars smoked up window.

Black*star lay unconscious in the back, a trail of blood streaming its way down the left side of his bruised nose, escaping that of the gash that stained his forehead.

The drivers door was open, shaking slightly from the midnight wind as well as steaming up from the humidity that arose from the cars engine.

Maka was no where to be seen.

I didn't hesitate to stressfully grip my hair. "Where is she?"

My brown eyed friend was quick to appear behind me, eager to peer inside the vehicle and confirm for himself that of Maka's disappearance.

"Oh my god," I muttered. "Where the hell is she?"

"Calm down," James said sternly, placing his nails to his lips.

I so badly desired to pull that unconscious idiot from his car and leave him on the road to rot, but no matter how much I wanted to torture him, there was no way he knew where she went.

"She probably ran off in there," James sighed, pointing to the forest ahead of the crash.

I was beyond eager to find her. "Let's go!"

But James gripped hold of my wrist before I could even take my second step.

As I turned round to face him, he shook his head and tried to pull me away again, tightening his grip around my wrist as he did so.

"First of all," he raised his eyebrows, staring at me sternly, "we don't actually know if she went off that way, or carried on down the road to get help."

Still I tried to pull away from him, eager to dart between the trees and sprint off into the dark and consuming forest, eager to have her by my side again.

He gripped tighter. "And secondly, god knows what's in there."

"Exactly," I hissed.

His nails scratched my skin slightly as I snatched my arm away from him, eager to grab it in my hand as if I had been restrained for what felt like forever.

Her absence made me wish that I had kissed her more, and with every second James and I stood there on that deserted road, I wanted nothing other than to suffocate her with my lips on top of hers.

A groan suddenly shattered the silence from behind us.

Startled, both James and I turned to face the disorientated Black*star slowly beginning to muster up enough strength to push open the car door.

I didn't hesitate to step towards him, eager to grab him by his throat and throw him against the cold concrete road, but James held his arm out in front of me before my anger consumed me completely.

"Well, well..." Black*star chuckled. "It appears that the saviours unneeded."

I gritted my teeth. "I wouldn't be so sure..."

As I tried to surpass the block that James had created between myself and the scum that stumbled dizzily in front of me, I couldn't help but clench my fists tightly, with every second I desired to smash them into his idiotic face.

"Where's Maka?" James asked, using all his strength to keep me somewhat – sane.

Black*star shook his head, "I have no idea..."

"He's lying!" I snapped, letting my anger devour the best of me.

"Kid!" James exclaimed, stepping in front of me to try to keep my fists bound at my sides. "He was knocked out, he couldn't possibly know."

"Yeah Kid," Black*star mocked, "listen to your emo ponytail friend."

James rose an eyebrow, "you do realise, I am what's saving your dick head face from being smashed in right now."

Black*star bit his lip awkwardly and turned away a little frightened.

My heart sped up once again, thundering against my ribs with every second that it killed me to stand still.

I inhaled deeply, burying my face in my hands. "I need to find her..."

James had finally allowed me the freedom I deserved, but he remained standing in front of me for a few seconds, to make sure I wasn't going to lash out the first opportunity I had.

"Anyway," James sighed, looking from me to Black*star. "Where were you taking her anyway?"

My heart stopped beating, because I wished for nothing other than silence in that exact moment. I needed nothing but to hear every word that would escape his cracked, bleeding lips in the next few seconds.

The blue haired boy in front of me smiled a sinister and patronising smile. His blood stained lips reflecting that of every ounce of pain he brought to anyone or anything within his existence, even the fear as well as anger he would bring me with his next sentence.

He winked, "to the police station."