Author's Note: I actually kind of love you. Yeah, you. Seriously, you guys, your support has been overwhelmingly amazing! I love you all so much! :D Okay, enough of my freaking out. There was actually a point to this note. Just a bit of background information...
The symbolism of knives! :D (That smiley face and exclamation point are pretty inappropriate for the title.)
Knives usually symbolize deep interest and stimulation by something. Some key words are highly involved, interested, understanding and arguments. (Taken from ht sir .uk/dre amdictionary . Thanks whoever made that website.)
Just something to keep in mind...Why, you ask? Well, duh, that would be a spoiler if I told you! (:
Oh, and I started a new SoMa fic! But don't worry, I'll finish this one! Please check it out! Here's the first chapter: http:/ . net/s /7719840/1/ Love_Songs (Shameless plug.)
Soul felt himself grow angry as Ashura took Maka's other hand.
Maka turned to him. Her perfect, pink lips, the lips he had just been kissing, formed one word.
"Go,"
He felt the blood drain from his face. He couldn't move. W-why? Then he looked into her eyes.
They were scared. Not just scared. Terrified. Soul and Maka both knew they didn't have any other way to get either of them out. Not unless Soul left now.
Soul nodded at Maka. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Just to hold her in his arms and whisper in her ear that everything was going to be alright and that he would figure something out. But with Ashura standing right there, he decided he better not push it.
He settled for a soft smile instead. He hoped it didn't betray the mess of fear and protectiveness, tinged with anger, that he was inside. He then turned on his heel and pushed open the double doors of the library. He set off, running, for the front doors of the school.
It took all his strength not to turn around, grab Maka's hand and pull her after him. But he needed to get out and get help. For Maka's sake.
He was near the cafeteria now. Near Arachne. He thought, shuddering.
He rounded the corner and saw the now lifeless Arachne, sprawled on the linoleum floor. The sight scared him to no end. He closed his eyes as he ran past.
It was then that he heard a scream.
Not just any scream. The sound chilled him to the bone, the sound of a sweet, high voice desperate for help. Maka's scream.
He stopped in his tracks. Should he keep focusing on getting out, perhaps compromising Maka's safety? Or should he turn back, probably jeopardizing both of them?
He knew his answer immediately.
He turned, heading back for the library, running as fast as he could.
But not before stooping to pick up the bloodied knife that sat next to Arachne's body.