AN: HEEEEELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO. Sorry I'm like, sooper bored and out of words to write in the author's note, so I think I'm just gonna start the story now. Oh, and in the middle the chapter switches to third person past tense, i needed to portray the scene in that POV, but it didn;t sound right in present tense. Just a warning. Read and Review, pweeze!
Chapter 7 (Kid: MAKE. IT. EIGHT.): Not My Fault, But Maybe It Is
"You WHAT?!" Mem exclaims. Her hands fly to her head and she clenches a bunch of hair up in her fist. "They jumped us! I tried to stop them, but they had a gun at her head!" I explain. Maka is speechless. Mem bangs her fist against the wall.
"Crud! This is soo bad! Do you know what Jimmi's gonna do when he hears this? And how the hell are we going to get her out of there?" She says. She plops down on the couch.
"I really am sorry." I mutter. I can't think of anything else to say. Mem stares at me, fire in her dark hazel eyes. "I know damn well you're sorry! But being sorry isn't going to get my best friend back!" She yells at me. "I tried my hardest to stop them." I say. I look down at my feet. Suddenly, she's right in front of me and she grabs my hair, yanking my head up so I'm facing her. She pins me against a wall.
"I should kill you right now. You could have tried harder. I know you could of!" She says through clenched teeth. "You're supposed to be part of the most powerful weapon-meister pairing at the DWMA, and you couldn't even hold off four witches! You're pathetic!" She screams at me, tears running down her cheeks. I consider saying something, but decide against it. Bad idea.
"Say something, you dick!" She screams, slapping my across the face. "I... I know. But they were going to kill her if I even took a step closer." I tell her. She screams in frustration and leans her head against my chest, sobbing. I look up at Maka frantically, trying to send her a mental message that says, "Get her off of me!" But she just shrugs.
I look back down at Mem. Her cries are loud and they sound like half crying, half screaming. I pat her back awkwardly. After a while, she stands up straight and sniffs. She steps back. "You should go. Jimmi will be home soon. I don't want you to be here when I tell him. You could get hurt." She says. I nod. I walk out the front door with Maka, knowing that I shouldn't ask about how we could get hurt.
When we walk into the hall, I see Jimmi walking down the hall, carrying a few bags of groceries. "Oh, hey guys! How was the concert, Soul?" He asks cheerily. Maka smiles at him and nudges me with her elbow. "Uh, it was good." I lie. I should let Mem tell him. He smiles. "You know, Ginger really loves you. She writes songs about you and everything. You should hear them, they're amazing." He says. "I'm glad she has you making her so happy." He adds. I smile. She writes songs about me? Wow. But now I feel even worse about letting her get captured.
He says goodbye and Maka and I continue back to our dorm. "Geez, Soul. I didn't know you had girls writing songs for you." Maka says, trying to change the subject. I shrug. "I didn't either." I say. She tugs at her pigtails. "Umm, so other than... you know... how was the concert?" She asks.
"It was cool. Ginger got on stage, I got called a shark-toothed albino by a famous singer, and we got a picture with Pedobear." I tell her she snickers. "Pedobear?" She asks. "Don't ask." I reply. She nods.
By now, we're inside our dorm and we're just standing by the door, talking. Maka yawns. "Well, we should get some sleep. Night." She says. I nod and walk to my room.
After changing into a random t-shirt and shorts, I'm lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. I can't believe I let them get away. What if Mem is right? Maybe I could have stopped them. Like she said, I'm part of the best meister-weapon pairing at the Academy. I should have been able to stop them from getting away. But I couldn't, and now I might never see her again.
I stare at the white wall in front of me. It stares back. I sit in the middle of a giant, cushioned box. The walls are covered in padding and I'm sitting with my legs crossed on the floor. There's nothing to do. Nothing I can do. So I do the only thing I know how to do.
"I'm sitting in a room
Made up of only big white walls
And in the halls there're
People lookin' through
The window in the door
They know exactly what we're here for
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be..." I sing softly to myself. Why does that first verse describe my situation exactly? I sigh. I fall back onto the squishy floor and shut my eyes. I think of Soul. Jimmi. Mem. Ollie. Tommi. All of them may be gone forever.
"I'm so sorry..." I whisper softly. I know they won't hear it, but it's worth a try. My eyes flood with tears and I curl up into a ball, my yellow skinny jeans getting wet with them. I cry and cry for a really long time, muffling my sobs with my hand. If I get too loud, they'll come and check on me. And I want every part of them as far away from me as possible.
Even though I'm staying fairly quiet, I hear a door open and someone knocking on it. I sit up and wipe my eyes, facing away from the person. "Excuse me? Our leader would like to talk to you." He says. I don't respond. He walks over to me. "I need you to get up for me. Now." He says, reaching for my shoulder. In one swift movement, my hand flies up and smacks his away.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I say sternly through clenched teeth. He ignores me and tries to pull me up by my arm. I bite his hand so fiercely I can taste blood. He yells and slaps me really hard, his nails catching my cheek. "Uhngh!" I gasp. My hand flies to my bleeding cheek.
"George! Don't hurt it! You're going to ruin the test subject!" Another person behind him yells. I hate that. How they call me 'It' and 'Test subject.' Like I'm not even a person. It's totally not cool.
"Now, come on, Ginger. We just want to ask a few questions." The second one says as the man I assume to be George walks out, mumbling angrily. I stand up reluctantly and walk out into the hall. I hold my hands out to him. He puts these futuristic handcuffs on me that have various lights and lasers that keep me from using my hands rather than just plain metal. He also snaps a small metal collar with a blinking green light around my neck. They make me feel like I'm in a science fiction movie.
"Ah, Ginger, my dear. How are you doing?" The woman I assume to be in charge of everything says to me once we get to this room. She sits on a big grand chair in the middle of a fancy room.
I don't respond. How the hell does she think I'm doing?
"Aww, come on. Don't be like that!" She says. I can't help but notice she has eyes like a lioness. Her pupils are just slits and are surrounded by a golden eye color. I frown, but still don't respond.
"Now, now. I have someone here that you may want to talk to. But I can't let you see them unless you answer some questions. I snap to attention. "Who? Who do you have? Where are they?" I shout, looking around. She snaps her fingers and reveals a bed with somebody on it. They seem to be unconscious. My eyes widen as I recognize the face.
"Soul! Soul, can you hear me? Soul!" I shout, running towards the bed. The collar around my neck sends an electric shock through my body so powerful that I scream and fall to the ground.
"Let him go! He didn't do anything!" I shout at the lady. She laughs. "Oh, he's fine, honey! He's just sleeping. He was exhausted from the trip here, and he just passed out on the bed!" She says.
"What do you want?" I growl, still on the floor. She smiles.
"I wanted to let you know the situation you're in." She says.
"As you can see, you are not in a very good position. You shall not disobey the rules for any reason. We will be running tests on you daily, to learn more about your physical and mental ability. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, though. If you are good, I will upgrade you from the solitary confinement room to a bedroom similar to your own. But only if you cooperate. Understand?" She says. I nod, eager to get a hold of Soul. She then asks me a bunch of questions. I answer them honestly.
Finally, she lets me speak to Soul. She and everyone else step out of the room to give us some "privacy," but I know they're listening to every word I say. I saw all the cameras around the room. I kneel next to Soul's bed. I try to shake him awake, but when I do he feels strange, as if he's not even here. It must be some sort of trick. I shake him awake anyway and pray he'll know what to do.
Soul awoke to someone shaking him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in his bed, looking around. No one was there but him. He laid down again and tried to go back to sleep.
"Soul! Omiglob, I miss you so much!" Ginger's voice cried. Soul's eyes widened. He looked around again, hoping to see his lost lover standing next to his bed. Yet he couldn't see anything. He shook his head and laid back down.
"Wait, you can't see me, can you?" Gingers voice asked. He ignored it and tried to fall back asleep. But the second he closed his eyes, he saw her. She still wore the same attire as she wore to the concert, her eyes wet with tears and smeared eyeliner. He opened his eyes again, but he saw nothing. He closed his eyes once again to see if he could find her again.
"Ginger. I'm here. Please tell me you're okay." He whispered into the darkness. Once his eyes were closed, the same scenery was in front of him. He looked around. He was in a room that looks like one of a throne room in an old castle.
"I know you are. Now listen, I don't have much time. Watch what you say, they're listening." She said, her voice calm and soft. He nodded and did as she said.
"I need you to call Hayley. You remember her, right? My friend from middle school?" She asked, her eyes pleading. He was confused. Did she mean Hayley from the concert? As in Hayley Williams?
"Yeah, why do you need me to call her?" He said anyway. She smiled. "I need her to tell her that I won't be able to come to her sleepover party this weekend. Tell her I'm really sorry, but I won't be bringing the mashed potatoes. She's gong to have to make them herself." She said. Now he was even more confused. That hardly mattered in this situation. But he smiled.
"Alright. I'll be sure to get the word to her." He said. She smiled back at him. "Great. Her number is in the bag with the t-shirts, you can use it to call her cellphone." She explained. He nodded.
"I will." He said. She then wrapped him in an embrace. He kissed her passionately. She pulled back and smiled. "I will see you soon, I promise." She said softly to him. His hand hung on her jaw as he slowly faded out of the scene. He smiled to himself and sat in his bed, wondering how she managed to contact him.
The witch rolls her eyes at me as she sashays back into the room. "What a waste. All that time with him and you decided to use it to tell him you won't be bringing mashed potatoes to the party. How sad." She says. She waves me off. I frown like I feel bad about using it so stupidly. The man leads me back to the white room. I grunt slightly as he shoves me forward and out of the room. He leads me-or pushes me, rather- down the hall.
"There you go. Have fun, hahaha..." He says as he slams the door. Only from the inside, it looks like a rectangle cut out of the wall. I sigh and make my way back to the middle of the room. I rub my wrists. The hand cuffs were tight, and even though they weren't metal, they still scratched up my wrists. I lay down in my new outfit, a blue-green dress that goes down to about mid thigh and is made of what feels like paper, like the ones they use for patients at hospitals. But way worse. I close my eyes and try to get some sleep. According to the various chatter I heard in the halls on the way back to my room, I'm going to be in a bunch of tests tomorrow.
AN: Okay, I know this chapter's kind of cheesy, but cheesyness can be good sometimes! Right? Right?! Aww, who am I kidding. But you guys are going to have to deal with it. So ha.
Next chapter should be coming, maybe tomorrow at the latest, but you guys know how bad I am at estimating. So hope you can stand to wait. Oh, well. I do NOT own Soul Eater, by the way! I always forget the disclaimer, but I remembered this time! Muahaha!