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Wes dodged the needles best he could, changing both his arms into scythe blades to block the barrage of needles from stabbing his neck and skull. However he was still not out of the clear. His clothes still became ripped as the deflected needles fell across him before hitting the ground becoming a liquid again. Others needles however, pierced his skin where he wasn't protected. The barrage ended as Soul played his final note, a light sound that ended without vibration.

Chancing a look up, Wes slightly moved the blades apart. The sky was clear of the strange black needles that was once there. He sighed in relief, completely moving the blades away. Maka shook her head bringing herself back to reality. She took a deep breath, slightly shaking her body as she exhaled. Placing a hand over her heart, Maka felt her heartbeat slow down and her emotional soul, calm.

"What the hell was that?" The question was directed to Soul but Maka looked in that direction anyway.

Inside the Black Room the Demon ginned, clapping his hands with joy.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" he laughed. "That was great, no amazing!" The Demon hugged himself still laughing. "You must play more! Encore ENCORE!"

"Calm down Demon" Soul scowled.

He sat up from his leaned over position over the piano. Closing his eyes, Soul straightened his tie. Quickly stretching, Soul raised his arms over his head, his fingers intertwined and his palms facing the ceiling. Give himself a good shake Soul got into position again.

"If you calm the fuck down, then I'll play something that will really have you dancing"

The demon grew a smug grin raising an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well then show me dear boy, show me the true madness within"

"Let me ask again, WHAT-THE HELL-WAS...THAT!

"Bloody Needle…" Maka answered with a deep serious. She went into her partial weapon form and looked at Soul. "Its attack of needles formed from spilled Black Blood usually from a serious fatal attack"

"…is that so…" Wes looked at Soul with a grin as his arm became covered in a bluish light, disappearing leaving a bluish-grey scythe behind. "Looks like I'll just have to be more careful then"

Soul placed his hands on the keys and began to play…

Maka stared at Soul confused. She closed her eyes and focused only on the music that played through her soul.

Maka's thoughts: is he really playing Mary had a Little Lamb?

Opening her eyes she watched the physical madden body of Soul wave his hand back and forth to the beat, his pointer finger acting as a composer's baton. This went on for a few seconds before a quiet voice could be heard through the empty area. It was smooth, a slightly deep alto. Quiet at first all that could be heard was a silent mumbling. As the song continued, the voice grew louder…

"-amb, little lamb. Mary had little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow…"

Soul turned to face Wes, a frightening calmness on his face. He continued to sing, "And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, and everywhere that Mary went the sheep was sure to go"

While both Maka and Wes stared confused, neither noticed the small drops of blood that steamed from Soul's wrist.

"It followed her to school one day, school one day, school one day, he followed her to school one day which was against the rule."

Soul rushed at Wes while he sang. There was a blur of black as Soul sliced something against Wes's shoulder. It wasn't until Soul was behind Wes did Maka now see what the object was. From Soul's wrist, a dark curved blade hung there, its jagged edge was tipped red in fresh blood.

Soul continued to sing the nursery rhyme as if nothing happened, his face still happily, terrifyingly, calm. The black blade liquefied back into the manipulative black blood, spilling into a small pool of blood by Soul's feet.

While Wes watched the blade disappear into the pool, Maka's attention was elsewhere. A familiar voice quietly whispered in her head its echoes sounding as if its owner was much further away.

"A message from Soul, little girl, Watch as a cool man performs a new trick..."

Maka's thoughts: A new trick? What new trick…oh god no

Maka tuned back in right as the last of the black blood manifested into the strange golem. Its childlike arms hung down its short dark body. The legs, stumpy, supported the dark creature. Thick ears stood from atop of its head while a three long tails swung playfully behind it. A crevice in its face held a childlike gin while two large holes told were eyes were supposed to be.

The creature stared at Maka. Its soul frightening, gaze held Maka's before turning back to Wes as Soul sang the next line of the verse. "It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play, it made the children laugh and play to see a lamb at school."

Soul's golem giggled. Its voice was high like a young girl but there was something dark about it, like a psychopath's laugh. It clapped its hands as the tails rushed at Wes. They wrapped around his body, one on his waist, another on his chest, the last around his neck.

"And so the teacher turned him out, turned him out, turned him out, and so the teacher turned him out..."

Each tail squeezed tightly as the little golem laughed louder. Wes tried cutting at the tail around his neck as he loss more and more air. He grimaced in pain as he felt two of his ribs crack beneath the pressure of the tail around his chest.

Breaking from her terrified state from the golem's stare, Maka gained the courage to finally go after Soul. Changing both her arms into blades, Maka slashed at the tails. She managed to cut the tail from around Wes's chest first before successfully getting the one on his neck. Wes fell to his knees, both his arms human again. He quickly gasped for air as he painfully held one hand over his chest. The golem squealed in pain as it released its last tail from around Wes's waist and quickly pulled it back to it. The golem hissed as it protectively held its last tail to its chest like a small child holding onto a broken toy.

Maka went back into full human mode and kneeled beside Wes, her face worried.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine" he gasped, painfully holding his chest. "What the hell is that thing?"

"It's a new move Soul created, he calls it Black Puppet. As long as Soul has black blood in his body his golem will have power"

"So I just have to-" Wes covered his mouth as he began to cough. Maka patted his back, but he didn't stop only worsened. The coughing turned into hacking and continued even after Wes coughed up thick red blood over and over. Once Wes was calm again, Maka noticed his was breathing ragged and his hand where he covered his mouth had turned a deep red.

"Wes please lay down"

"I said I'm-cough cough-I'm fine"

"No you're not, you need to lay down. I'm guessing that thing broke your ribs in a way that punctured your lungs. You need to lay down, now!"

Maka stared Wes down until he growled and succumbed to Maka's word. Laying on his back, Wes' breathing became easier and smoother. Maka relaxed seeing this. She stood protectively in front of him and gave Soul a hard glare.

"Are you trying to kill him Soul?" Maka asked her voice angry.

Inside the black room, the Demon had provided Soul with a type of screen that allowed him to see what was going on outside his own head. With a smile he watched as his golem, which Crona had named Anna, squeeze Wes' chest and neck. He almost laughed as Wes tried to grasp for air and cut the tails just as one broke his ribs.

The Demon giddily stood beside Soul, his large red hands between his sharp fanglike teeth, as he laughed. "Oh Soul, my dear boy you were quite right! I have to say I was a little confused when you began to play such a child's song but I was wrong to ever doubt you. To use the song as a way of your movements was ingenious my dear boy!

While he didn't actually say anything, Soul was happy with the praise. He continued to watch the screen right as Maka got into his line of sight.

The Demon silently giggled to himself as he watched Soul's body tense with anger as Maka helped Wes.

"Grow angrier boy. The final test of your true madness has arrived hehehe…"