Chapter Forty-Seven

~ Death the Kid ~

The streets sat deserted. The eerie cold picking at my stubble covered cheeks, as if the air around me so badly desired create icicles from the anger that quivered inside my infuriated body.

My DC's scuffed against the concrete as I proceeded my late night walk in the middle of the road, not caring for the vehicles that could crash past me and steal from my feet at any moment.

There were none.

The roads were deserted also, because the world was asleep. Even Maka was left sleeping in the arms of people I knew could take precious care of her. My world was asleep.

I gripped my phone tightly in my pocket, the phone that held the text I had received just over an hour ago. The text that had encouraged my anger to burn violently in depths of wrists, and had quickly forced my hands into fists.

Black*star was gonna get it. If I hadn't hurt him enough to make him realise what I'm capable of, I knew for certain that this time his blood was sure to stain the ground beneath me.

The moon was high as well as my rage. I could feel myself glaring up at the glowing rock that rested mockingly above me, its dark eyes sitting too still to even think about averting themselves away from my piercing gaze. It just had to stare back in hope that my anger didn't shatter it's existence, and force its crumbling remains to the world that hurt my precious Maka.

I could see the school sitting silently in the distance. It's brick white walls glowing slightly beneath the darkening sky and the moons subtle shining eyes.

He was there, waiting. Waiting for me to arrive in order to reveal to him my fury and therefore allow him the satisfaction of realising the stress placed onto Maka within the moment.

But I swore to myself that satisfaction would be the thing I would steal from him completely. I wanted to make sure that his life was so miserable that nothing could ever make him happy ever again.

"Thought you weren't going to show?" A voice chuckled from behind me, "you had me worried."

I gritted my teeth, "you should be."

I turned round to see the blue haired boy leaning against the building that sat opposite the DWMA.

Blood oozed from his left temple, the gash resting against his head shimmering with an unhealthy amount of red liquid.

Cuts swarmed his hands, and blood stained his face and clothes, his body clearly aching with the desire to stop everything it was he was doing to himself as well as us. But I knew too well that his problem was psychological, and this sadist was not going to stop until he had what it was he wanted.

"What do you want?" I asked. "You're clearly in no condition to be wondering the streets this late at night."

He huffed, "I want, her."

"Well," I shook my head sarcastically. "You and I both know that I am never going to let that happen, so why not just give up?"

"I need her."

Again, my fists clenched. "You want, Black*star. You want her."

The wind crashed against his existence, causing the weak and troubled boy to cough as it pulled at the wounds that swarmed him. His body urging to collapse towards the icy ground that rested comfortably beneath him, but the crazy bastard wouldn't give in.

His dark eyes caught the night sky as he looked up at my presence. "Give her to me..."

"Are you fucking serious?" I questioned. "I knew you were a freakin' psycho but I didn't know you were this idiotic either."

His knees grew weaker, his back slowly sliding down against the brick wall his body was ever so eager to lay against, his breaths wishing to stripped and re-stripped from the monstrous lungs he held inside himself.

"You're manipulative!" I exclaimed. "You forced Liz to believe that she was worthless without you."

His blood stained lips trembled as if words were something he never even knew existed, and never knew how to form.

"You used her! You made her do whatever messed up shit you needed done, and she did it, because you terrified her."

I half expected him to respond when I confronted him about the things he did to Liz, but when that same life threatening stumbles worked their way across his body once again, I knew something was wrong.

But still, I continued.

"You used her to get to Maka." I yelled. I yelled – loud. "You made her break Maka in order to get her to lash out in a place you knew people would witness it!"

The wind was growing colder and I could feel the existence of his breaths growing shorter with every step I took towards him.

"You needed something against Maka in order to blackmail her into being with you!"

His eyelids fluttered as if sleep was something he had never experienced.

"You'll stop at nothing to gain hold of the supposed weakest girl in the school, huh?" I hissed, reaching out to grip his hair in my rage quivering palm. "Well I've got new for you, Black*star..."

His bloodshot eyes struggled to look up towards me.

I chuckled, "she's fucking stronger than you."

Blood formed at the corner of his mouth, the red oozing liquid eager to stain its existence on the outside of his body as it dribbled towards his chin.

I whispered, "it's over."

Then it was his turn to chuckle back up at me. More blood spilling from his cracked lips as that same moon burst to life in his eyes once again, only this time had it's expression changed.

It stared back towards me in the most sinister of ways. It's eyes narrowing and glaring right at me like I had glared towards it moments earlier, its evil existence mocking me in a way that screamed to me that I needed to run – right then.

The blue haired boy choked, "not quite."

Blood spilled from his mouth with every cough that echoed from his lungs, his smirk attempting to remain intact against his stupid face with every spit of red that stained both his and my face.

As my eyebrows narrowed close together, the quivering boy slowly pulled back the entrance of his jacket, the dark leather shivering violently as it revealed the black plastic handle that sat motionless against the boys stomach.

"What..." I mumbled, bending down towards the suffocating boy.

I placed my hand against its hard and icy surface, feeling the boy wince as my fingertips brushed at its existence.

I gripped it in my fist, eager to discover what it was that was lying against this boys shivering body, eager to discover it's necessity in that moment.

The motion in which I pulled it away from the boy was slow, as if part of me feared it's existence right there and then. Like I had no idea what it was I was getting myself into by removing it from the boy that laid before me.

And I didn't.

The blade before me glimmered beneath the sinister moon.

Blood wept from the open wound that remained in Black*star's stomach.

He coughed and he spat in laughter as I pulled the knife away from his body.

My eyes stained themselves against the thing I held before me.

Black*star struggled but gripped me by my jacket.

He stammered, "now... it's over."

Sirens shrieked in the background, and the boy proceeded to laugh and struggle for life before me.

My numbing fingers dropped the weapon I held so carelessly.

Burning with fear and anger I pushed him away from me, feeling the echo of vehicles grow closer to us in that moment.

Suddenly the streets weren't so deserted.

I threw myself back from the bleeding psycho before me, feeling the burning of flashing vehicle lights stain the side of my face.

My vision was blurry but I saw them coming for me. I saw the vehicles in the distance growing closer with every second I remained frozen against that icy street.

I hurried to my feet, feeling my DC's kick at the blade in front of me as I struggled to gain sense of everything around me.

But before I could say or do a single thing, my response within that moment had already been decided.

I felt the wind try to grasp me back to sanity as I raced down the road for safety, as I raced down the road for freedom, because if I didn't that would have certainly been stripped from me.

Bushes scratched at my arms as I barged past them, trying to push them out of my way as if they were people trying to swarm me back to what they thought was right.

Nothing was right anymore.

"Sir," an officer called out on his megaphone. "Stop running."

But I didn't stop running, I never wanted to stop running.

"This is the police," megaphone again. "Stop running."

I darted between two blurry trees, and before I realised, trees were all I could see.