Don't hurt me, please….

Maka woke the next morning in an unfamiliar room, though she didn't move right away, her eyes darted around for any familiarity when they rested on the large book shelved wall. Right. She was at Kid's house… But wait a second, she remembered going to sleep on an inflatable bed, not the cushiony, luxurious mattress she was on now. She also remembered only one bedroom had floor to ceiling bookcases, and that was in Kid's room. That's when she tried to move and realized something was holding her back, a limply draped arm over her side, to be exact. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the polished silver reaper ring on the hand's middle finger. She was in Kid's bed? How? She didn't remember much after she settled down in the guest bedroom after their dispute. Slowly, she rolled out of his grasp, her face feeling as if someone lit it on fire. 'Did I sleep walk?' She asked herself, letting his arm fall back to the bed. She winced as it hit the ruffled sheets, sure it would cause him to stir, but it didn't. As a matter of fact, Maka couldn't even see a soft rise and fall of breathing in his chest.

"Kid?" She tried, shaking his bare shoulder lightly. Nothing. "K-Kid? The others told me to get you up, so I came in here…" She lied, already trying to think up an excuse for being in the reapers bedroom. He didn't stir. She rolled her eyes, Soul was just as hard to get up in the mornings. "Kid! Wake up." She said, pushing him over from his side to his back. His jet black hair splayed out around his head on his pillow, framing his face in black and white, but he didn't move a muscle. His lips were parted, just slightly, but it was enough for a small trickle of blood to make itself seen. Realization dawned on her, like an innocent squirrel meeting a fate of unforgiving truck tires. She shook her head, she refused to believe it. "Kid!" She said, now almost screaming. "You have to get up!" She cried, her eyes watering as she shook the boy violently. Nothing. Panicked, Maka jumped of the bed, her feet meeting a wet gooey substance on the floor. She balanced herself against the bed frame to examine the bottom of her foot. Blood? The blonde thought in disgust as the metallic smell rushed her nostrils at once. Shaking her head, she ran to Kids door, down the blood flooded hallway and almost straight into Soul.

"Soul!" She cried, trembling with fear. "What's going on? What's all over the floors? And Kid-"

"Kid! Is he ok?" Soul asked, eyes wide and frenzied.

"O-Ok? I don't know, he not moving and I-" She shook her head, but was interrupted by the white haired boy.

"You didn't protect him?" Soul growled in an almost angry fashion.

"Well I-" Maka stuttered as splashing was heard behind Soul, indicating the presence of more people. Sure enough, Tsubaki, Liz, Patti and Blackstar appeared out of the darkness.

"Maka where's Kid?

"Is Kid alright?"

"You protected him didn't you?"

The five of them bombarded her with questions and she felt herself shrink. She was literally becoming smaller as the questions and comments became harsher.

"You let Kid die, didn't you?"

"She can't even protect herself, what do you expect?"

"She couldn't have saved him if she tried."

"She's so weak…"

"Maka, how could you do this?" Liz asked, her voice sticking out among everyone elses'. "Why did you let this happen to our meister? Do you hate him?" Maka backed away, only for her friends to close in around her. She looked up at them as they towered over her, their eyes filled with hatred and betrayal.

"It's all your fault."

She was suddenly in a new surrounding, some sort of wooded area. Her friends, all except Kid, had their backs to her. Her eyes went wide at the scene before her. Kishin upon kishin were gathered in this small clearing, each and every one of their eyes locked on the small group of teens before them.

"You ready Soul?" Blackstar said, his voice uneasy for the first time ever in battle.

"As ready as I can be." He replied grimly.

"Let's see what the power of a god can really do." Blackstar muttered, adjusting Tsubaki in his grip. In the blink of an eye, it was an all out war. Blackstar slashed through several kishins, but for every one he destroyed, three more emerged from the shadows. Maka tried to run into battle, to fight along side her friends, even if it meant certain death, but her feet felt like lead, and she was unable to move. Soul was the first to go, without a meister, his only option was to charge at the crowd, one arm transformed; but his movements were slow and awkward, so he was only able to get through a few before being completely overwhelmed. She never saw Blackstar go down, one minute he was up and kicking, the next he was no where to be seen. This left Liz and Patti, who attempted to climb in a tree, Patti transformed into a sleek Desert Eagle pistol as Liz shot at the monster mere inches below her violently. Their struggle didn't last long, seeing as one of the larger beasts knocked over the tree with ease.

As if she was being sucked into a vacuum, Maka jerked upright and took in the familiar black and white room. She had only been dreaming. She sighed but brought her hands up to her eyes and realized that she really had been crying. She looked around to find she was the only one left in the room and ventured down stairs where she was greeted by Soul Backstar and Tsubaki, all munching on bowls of cereal.

"'Bout time you woke up!" Blackstar called louder than necessary through a mouth full of Lucky Charms. Maka sat down next to Tsubaki where an empty bowl was and was passed the box of cereal and milk.

"Where's the others?" She asked, pouring her breakfast into the bowl, trying to clear the dream from her mind.

"Kid, Liz and Patti finished eating a little while ago and went to take a small walk around town." Soul explained. Maka simply nodded, still trying to push the images from her dream to the back of her head. As if on cue, Kid ran through the doors in a hectic state. Both sides of his casual white shirt had torn, his hair ruffled, white stripes now a dirty grey and his breath was erratic.

"We need to leave Death City." He said, eyes wide. "Now."

As a matter of fact, this chapter wasn't even really planned, (which is why it's so short.) I just got the idea and felt like being slightly cruel. But it does help me with my over all plot. It… Fuels the fire, so to say. Unfortunatly I have to wait until this account is '24 hours old' to send (and maybe even receive, I don't know…) personal messages… So bare with me. I appreciate any and all reviews, comments and suggestions ^^