Rated M for blood, gore, rape and adult content

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Soul Eater though I really want to kidnap Soul. He's hot.

Chapter 5: Newborn

Lose your pride; lose your patience, lose your mind. But whatever you do….
Don't lose hope.
- Anonymous

He trembled within his cell as glanced around. It had been too long since he arrived. Five years was just plain crazy.

He was losing it.

The golden-eyed boy kept seeing papers drift around the room in a synchronized manner as his mind urged him to seal the contract. He had refused and it only got worse and people thought he went mad. Maybe he was.

He had asked others if they saw what he saw and they just told him that he was a crazy asshole who had lost his own grip on humanity and joined madness for a change. He really wished he was mad – it would give him an explanation for all he had seen and heard.

Sign your fate
You can't escape
It's just blood
A drop or two
It'll be soon
It'll be sealed
Connection be made
Surrender your fate

The words constantly repeated in his head as he pounded on the walls with a tear-streaked face, wanting so badly for it stop that. The temptation was great – his common sense told him that the pieces of paper were inescapable and he would have to carry out the contract through and through and there were definitely no loopholes.

He feared of what it might bring to him.

He growled in frustration as he grabbed one piece of paper, efficiently making the rest burst into blue flames and disappear. He nicked onto his finger as he signed it, tossing back into mid-air as it burst into flames like the rest but with a brighter glow to it. He could barely let out a gasp when a deadly looking string of skulls came out and shot right into his head, a silver lining seared through him as three half lines permanently embedded into his hair and two glossy sliver rings with a skull appearing on both his fingers.

His hand shot forth as if it wasn't his own as the back of hands touched before he laid it straight, summoning a purple portal where Lord Death appeared, wearing a skull mask and a unique black robe.

"Good job Kiddo-kun." His huge hands shot out before Kid felt he lost control of his sight.

Saying that he was shocked simply wasn't right. Lord Death was really surprised when he felt the air change as all of his consultants shot out of the Death Room when a sudden wave of wind hit them and only rendering the grim reaper being able to stand up to it.

His mask had a cracked and he felt a bit of displeasure from the motion for he hardly ever damaged he robes that he had worn for so long. What could have possibly triggered that?

He breathed as he stared at the weird golden-eyed pale boy stare back at him as his hands dropped down to the sides as he finished the invocation. "Good job Kiddo-kun." He murmured, wondering how he knew his name.

A new Shinigami had just been born, like how he was when he sealed the contract that was driving him half crazy.

"Azusa, find out where Kid is right now."

The raven-haired female who had staged back into the room nodded as she pushed up her glasses, steadying herself as she knew that quite a bit of her energy would be sucked out when she used her Senrigan. The red-head hovered close by, afraid that the lady may collapse.

Azusa drew out a map with skill and quickly surveying the area as she felt her energy quickly fading, wondering how long she could hold and how much area she could cover. Her Senrigan had its disadvantages; it would suck the energy out of the user and person being used.

"It's complete Lord Death….." The bespectacled lady said softly before she fainted onto the ground, her chest heaving up and down – the only sign that she was alive and had yet to die from exhaustion.

"Stein-kun, are you sure you can't do anything to make the Senrigan a little more perfect?" Lord Death asked, looking at the well drawn out map lay in front of him. It was perfect as usual, no more and no less from the Head of Committee. "It pains me to see Azusa this way after she uses her ability every single time."

The gray-haired scientist shook his head, looking bored. "If I could, I already would have…. Wouldn't I? I suppose I could try, but theoretically speaking if she practiced more, she would have more control over it wouldn't it?"

"Well said. Stein-kun, you and Marie are to make it burn and save all the hostages. Bring them back here if they want, let them choose. Make sure it burns up real good."

"Alright." Marie lamented as she headed out of the door heading for the right only to be dragged by the scientist by the collar as he wheeled out on his roller chair.

Protests and remarks filled the air as the pair started to argue for all their worth.

Smoke.

Really thick smoke.

It shook Maka and the others awake as they awoke from their painful slumber, shocked to see the entire place engulfed in flames.

"Crouch down!" Maka croaked as she breathed through the little cloth she had on her skin. She could practically see the heat sizzle from the ground as the fire licked its way up to the top of the tent. Calm down Albarn, we'll get through this. She chanted in her head as she touched the metal, her hand shooting back as she felt how hot it was.

If they stayed here, they were guaranteed to be burned into burnt alive.

No matter what, she vowed that she WILL get her friends out alive, even if she had to sacrifice her own. Patty was sobbing hysterically as Liz tried to hug her but only to fail. They may be conjoined but they could only share a limited amount of contact.

"Stand back." Maka hissed she clamped onto the hot metal bars as she pried it open easily as it was melting under the heat. She could easily mould it into a weapon but her hands were burnt as she cried, making an opening for her friends. It wasn't a good scenario now to nurse her hand that seemed like a chunk of blistering and raw red angry flesh.

"Get on me." Soul said gruffly as she patted his back, signaling for Maka to get on. She shook her head in denial as she continued on to the next cell, trying to ignore the pain that was coursing throughout her veins as her mind screamed for her to back off or she was seriously going to burn he hand completely.

She didn't care for the current moment; she just wanted to save her fellow slaves. They had been cooped up here for four years and soon approaching five and she was not going to let their lives end here. Not when it just begun.

"Damn it Maka." Soul growled as he tossed her onto his back as they made a run, Maka pounding onto his back, screaming that she had to save them. Soul couldn't help but cringe each time a punch landed on his back. It was probably a couple degrees hotter than he was and damn did the woman punch well.

"Calm down the fuck down!" Soul hissed as he placed her onto her two feet, shaking her hysterically as he started into her jade green eyes that were filled with pain and sadness. "Black*Star is freeing them! He won't die! He's a fucking fighter! You hear me!?"

Maka nodded as she glanced at the direction of where metal was clashing, shocked to find a grey-haired man holding a hammer and fighting off Mosquito. Maka, in her lightheaded state, cackled madly as she limped forward. "I want to rip off that goddamn blood-sucking monster's head so badly…."

Soul cautiously tugged her hand, knowing that the ash-blonde girl was slowly losing her conscious to humanity and giving into hatred. He had seen the amount of hatred that oozed out of her every single time any of them got hurt and from her stories before she was kidnapped from her parents unlike most of the slaves who were homeless or unwanted.

"Don't stop me Soul…." She smirked as she picked up a whip, swinging it a few times before she dashed forward impossibly fast, wrapping the whip around Mosquito's neck tightly while he was concentrating on fighting the bespectacled man, pulling him onto the ground.

Her eyes were wild with malice as she bent down, pushing her injured foot into his ribcage. "I've been waiting for this day where I get to give you back every wound, every harm, and every torture you have given me…. Do you know that?" She whispered into the red-eyed ringleader's ear as she tighten her grip on whip, pulling it free before she tied his hands and legs together.

The grey-haired man just looked bemused as he studied the ash-blonde's soul, seeing how strong it was. "Sir, could you lend me your hammer please?" She asked sweetly, eying his weapon.

Let's have a little experiment. Stein thought as he handed her Marie who was sending him panicked waves, saying that they couldn't possibly sync their souls when they have yet to go through the change. The girl surprised the pair; she actually linked with Marie perfectly.

I'm definitely bringing her back to Death City… She has a raw potential hidden in her. Stein sent telepathically to Marie who nodded in bewilderment as the girl proceeded back to Mosquito.

She swung it with ease before she landed the hammer onto his knee, breaking the joint. Mosquito let out a cry of pain. "That was for kidnapping me and stealing me away from my parents….."

"That would be for inflicting harm on me…." She murmured wickedly as she broke his long nose.

"This is for nearly killing my friends and changing them…." She cackled, breaking a few bones of his ribcage.

"And this…. Most of all…. IS BRINGING THIS MISERY FOR ALL OF US!" She screeched as she landed a blow onto his skull hard as he went limp.

She couldn't stop. The pain on her hands no longer mattered to her as she continued to slam the hammer down onto the man again and again without stopping, until almost every inch of his skin was pulverized. She was mad with hatred as she continued to slam him into the ground, ignoring the cries of her friends to stop.

Suddenly, a bright light emitted from the bloodied hammer and Maka could barely shield her eyes when her conscious came back to her and her actions ramming into her with brutalizing clarity.

She stared at the dead ring master that laid on the ground, battered beyond recognition, his body mangled and some of his bones jutting out from his skin. His hair was matted in crimson and some of his tooth lying in his mouth; his nose that she loathed so much was crooked. Beneath his blood-soaked papery texture she could make out the swelling that was beginning to appear due to the abuse that she had inflicted.

She couldn't help but start sobbing convulsively as she curled up into a ball, throwing the hammer aside, clutching onto her head. "What have I done?" She croaked. As much as Mosquito deserved such a painful death…. She really wished she hadn't tainted her own hands with his blood.

She didn't care if her hands were injured as she took the hammer and landed a blow on her own hand, screaming in pain and rage as she smashed her hands, not giving a damn. When her tears were on free-flow, she was about to land the final blow on her hand, Soul grabbed her and hugged her tight, making her drop the hammer and let her hands sway freely on her sides, broken.

"What have you done to yourself Maka?" Soul asked as he felt his heart clench painfully. He hated to see her get hurt and worse was that she was hurting herself.

She stared at her hands as she dragged it onto her lap. "I killed Mosquito…. My hands are no longer of use…. I don't want his blood to spread to my entire body! I WILL NOT BE LIKE HIM. NO!" She bawled.

Soul rocked her, trying to get the poor girl to calm down. The circus was burnt to the ground as slaves limped out, cries heard in the air. They were granted freedom and away from the pain they felt, but there was hopelessness because they simply did not know what to do with their future.

How many days have they been dreaming of this great escape? Yet why didn't anyone have plans? The slaves watched their horrid past burn down real good with the thick black smoke billowing into the night sky, only some of the boards remained standing but charred.

Bones of the beast and previous slaves were scattered onto the ground, some tried to nurse their burnt wounds though it didn't really matter since they had felt much worse.

The rest of the gang went towards them as they embraced each other, crying. They had rescued most of the slaves, though some chose to die here. They wanted their souls to be free and they couldn't live every day knowing that the dreaded spider mark would make them remember all the things they've been through and how much horrible things that had been done before their very eyes.

Liz and Patty came out the last with a black-haired boy with three lines across half his head, murmuring something about him already collapsed on the ground when they found him and things heavy ceiling was about to come down on them. (A/N: Kid officially joins the group!)

They grey-haired man was suddenly standing next to a blonde lady, who's clothes were stained with blood whereas her partner in comparison was squeaky clean. "You have two choices." His voice rang into the air. "Come to Death City with us and we'll care for you. It's not a slavery centre – we will train you to become strong and protect yourselves. Or you could enjoy life the way you want. Your choice."

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