Ta-dah~! I've finally been able to find the time to work on my story and post! Read and enjoy my little souls! So sorry for the wait! (TwT)
I've been within the schools walls for most of my life, but something about being in these walls tonight changed the feeling. It was no longer welcoming, but more of a feeling that I was definitely not welcomed. It seemed darker and slightly scary, the halls empty and bare of life. I walked close to Kid, shivering slightly as his pace quickened to the auditorium.
The door was partially ajar, both of us slipping inside and sitting towards the back, hidden mostly in the dark of the dim room. Typically, Death's room was a brighter scene, puffy white clouds that sailed slowly through the sky, the barren ground covered with numerous crosses; each a signature of a life passed. Death sat on his proud chair, still looking as comical as ever, despite the small narrowness of his eyes. In front of him, the weapon was knelt and still restrained. His shirt was entirely gone now, his bleeding back towards us. Although we were further back, I could see the tense muscles of the weapon, watching them twitch with each heavy breath. His hands were still wrapped around his wrists tightly, the skin burned away from the coarse rope rubbing against it. He had two chains wrapped around his neck and waist, the chains pulled tight off to the sides to hold him there. But, how would they know if that would work?
What if he was a gun, suddenly changing and attacking Death? What if he could change into his weapon form partially and free himself? Suddenly feeling unsafe, I looked around to see most of the faculty from the academy with me. Stein and Sid are teachers, rated a level 7 and level 5 meisters. I've seen them before in combat and know they are more than capable in taking someone down. But, have they ever faced a weapon before?
Death cleared his throat suddenly, pulling my attention back to him and the weapon. The weapon made no move to give any type of attention, but Death proceeded.
"Weapon… What is your name?" I shivered, the usual comedic voice of Death replaced with something more serious, something darker. I leaned close to Kid, but with a small glance at his soul, I noticed he was no different. The weapon snickered low, as if Death told him a joke or something.
"What the hell do you care" he said, his voice low and husky sounding, sending another shiver down my spine. Death's eyes narrowed and there was a hard jerk on the chains, the weapon gaging for breath for a moment before they eased again.
"If you don't care to tell me, then I will find out myself." Death stared at him silently and the weapon seemed to avoid looking at him, squirming under his empty gaze. After a few minutes, Death sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking slightly frustrated. "You've hidden your soul fairly well, as all I can seem to pull is your form. I'm not really the best for looking at a soul, so I will ask someone else to come up here and assist me…" My eyes flicked off to the side where I saw Stein get up from his chair, slowly walking up towards the weapon. The weapon made no move, but growled low as he stared at Death. As Stein reached the weapon, I could see his lips move, but his words were too soft.
"M-Maka" Kid ushered lowly as I suddenly moved away from his side, moving down the side of the auditorium to get closer. So close to where I was near one of the end of the chains, hidden by the darkness still.
"…look so strange" Stein said soft still, but I was able to hear now. "You must have a name, so if you don't' want to share…" Stein said with a frown, pressing his foot against the back of the weapon, it quickly tensing and gasping out in pain as the heel of his boot pressed against the wound on his back, the sound of flesh stretching.
"Get… y-your fucking foot… off of me" he snarled, looking back through the corner of his eyes with a murderous look, making me shudder at the horrifying look. It didn't make it any better that the color of his eyes were a burgundy color, so stark in the light that they shined like the blood on his back. Stein didn't even budge, a disappointed frown crossing his stitched face.
"I will once you tell me your name." He pressed his heel harder and the weapon cried out, biting his lip hard to where it drew blood.
"Fuck- Soul Eater" the weapon shouted, his body shaking in pain when Stein let off, looking down at him unamused. The weapon, this Soul, snarled low and his look intensified, exposing his teeth for extra measure.
"Good boy. Now listen to Death." Death nodded to Stein and then looked to Soul again.
"Where did you come from Eater" he questioned.
"I don't have to tell you a fucking thing" Soul spat out, followed by heavy coughs.
"You are making this harder on yourself. You won't live to see another day if you keep this up." Soul quieted, narrowing his eyes and lowered himself slightly. His eyes flicked up at Death, but then quickly flicked in my direction. I froze, feeling chills race down my spine from the one look.
"Fuck you Death…" Death shook his head, closing his eyes in disappointment for a second, but that was all it took. The weapon cried out and suddenly jerked forward, one arm covering itself in a blinding light and slicing easily through the coarse rope. The chains tightened quickly, but the weapon moved faster. The white light changed form completely, the light shattering to reveal a scythe blade of red and black. Sending sparks with it, he sliced through all four chains and then moved forward with surprising speed to Death. I didn't even notice, but Stein jumped in front of Death and held his palm back, small sparks of a wavelength prepared to strike and stun the weapon. But suddenly, the weapon jerked off to the side, effectively dodging the palm strike. Realization struck me hard as the weapon ran straight for me, Stein and Death seemingly confused at first before shouting out for me. I tried to move, but clumsily, my foot caught on a small lift in the floorboards, leaving me only to stumble. A rough grip wrapped around my waist and it jerked me back, his cold blade right against my neck.
"Don't move," he shouts in my ear, panting heavy with a growl, far too animalistic to be human. Looking at him from the side, I see his glare is directed at them, both of them frozen. I shift slightly, feeling a warm wetness pressed to my back, only realizing it was blood as the strong smell of copper flooded my senses.
"Let her go…" Stein says quietly, stepping towards us unsurely. The weapon snarled louder and roughly jerked back, stepping away.
"Don't move" he shouts louder, his body shaking against mine. Peering back at him, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to slip closer to his soul. I flinched when I felt my soul suddenly lurched away from his forcefully, stinging my soul. His eyes flicked down to my own, anger evident in his eyes, prodding at his soul no longer a good idea. From what I felt for that one instant was something more than anger shook his soul; fear. Fear of death, for the life he has had for this long, however long it may be. He looked away back to Stein and Death, holding me tight against him still.
"Soul Eater… Please, let the girl go" Death pleaded harshly, his figure looming beside Stein. He made no attempt in loosening his hold on me, his hot breath of copper rolling across my neck. He stepped back, making sure I walked with him and despite the cold blade pressed against my throat, he seemed careful about making sure no blood was drawn; not yet at least.
"You won't keep me here… I'm going to leave and I'm taking this girl with me. If you make a move to kill me, I won't hesitate to kill her" he said gruffly, breathing out tiredly.
"Soul" Death started, standing still, "You won't be able to go far with her. The entire town is ready to execute you at any moment; who says if you leave this building that you will leave alive without any quarrel." Soul grunted quietly, obviously proving a point. Despite the care and compassion from one human being to another, when it comes to saving multiple lives to one life, sacrifices are made to survive as a whole.
"I'll take my chances." He grinned wickedly and reached into the pocket of his torn pants, drawing out a dazzling blue crystal. In that instant, I barely saw Stein's surprised face and could barely make out my name from Death before a blinding light emitted from the crystal.
Yay! The next chapter, I know! I'm terribly sorry for the wait on posting this story, but in between work and school, it's been a real struggle to find the time to work on my stories, including small bits for the holidays! TwT Ah, the real world... xD But hopefully I'll be able to write more and post for you sooner. Please review and let me know, as well as if you have any good ideas for stories I should write. I love to hear from you, my little souls! Until then!
~soulfullySoulful