Hey guys. I wanted to finish out this trilogy because I know you all don't care about it, so let's get it over with.
The building rocked as another explosion hit it. Kid instinctively shielded Kristen as rubble fell around them. She grabbed onto him and refused to let go until the shaking stopped. Once it did, they ran out into the main hall, where everyone else was looking confused as hell as to what had just happened.
"What was that?!" Maka asked, shaking as she clung to Soul.
"That, dear 'Angel of Death', was the beginning of your end…"
Kishin. Dozens of them, all blood-thirsty and looking to end anyone there. Soul made himself a human shield between them and his pregnant girlfriend.
"Oh, how cute!" giggled one Kishin. "The pathetic little Death Scythe wants to protect his lady love!"
The Kishins surged forward, attacking with everything they had. Soul made it his mission to get Maka out of there, one that was taken over by Wes and Holly so he could fight.
"Kris, get out of here!" he yelled, slicing one neatly in half.
"No way!" she snapped, kicking one in the base of the spine. There was a snap as the beast fell to the ground and died. "I'm not letting you guys have all the fun!"
She ran into the thick of things and Kid tried to follow her, but he was cut off by some Kishin in his path. No matter how many he destroyed, more kept coming.
Then suddenly, one let out a cry and they retreated.
"That was weird," Soul panted, out of practice fighting from his months of rest. Holly rushed back into the room with Wes and Maka right behind her. She had a worried expression as she began checking Soul over for injuries.
"You seem fine," she sighed in relief. "Where's your sister?"
"She's right…" Soul looked around and realized that his sister was nowhere to be found. "Oh, fuck!"
"What is it?!"
"She's not here! Goddammit! KID!"
Kid rushed over.
"What is it? What's wrong?!" he asked.
"What's wrong is that Kris is missing, and you were the last to see her. Where's my sister, Kid?"
"I don't know! I lost track of her when she ran into the thick of things, and I couldn't follow her!"
A search party was quickly sent out, but the only traces they found of the thirteen-year-old were fabric from her dress and one of her high heels. Holly had a nervous breakdown and had to be put in the infirmary as a result. Wes immediately cancelled any concerts he had coming up so he could remain in Death City until his sister was found. Soul was livid and Maka was literally the only thing keeping him from giving in to madness. Kid was feeling even more guilty than before, like he should've saved her somehow.
"…it's all my fault…" he croaked. Liz turned to him and patted him on the back.
"I don't think you could've saved her, Kid. There were too many of them."
"I should've followed her in there and fought alongside her. I wanted to tell her how sorry I am, that I want to be with her. Goddammit!" The Reaper punched the wall, leaving a deep dent. "Kristen…"
Ow… my head…
I open my eyes to find myself sitting on the floor of a filthy cage. I immediately recoil in disgust and look down at my dress. The skirt is shredded, and the sash is completely gone. I'm missing a shoe and the other one has a broken heel.
The last thing I remember is fighting all those Kishin… and one hitting me in the back of the head… Nothing else comes to my memory.
"Oh, the Siren of Death is finally awake," a sickly-sweet voice oozes. I look up to see a woman with greenish-blonde hair wearing a black hoodie. She feels evil and her appearance is snakelike.
"Who the hell are you?!" I spit, and she lets out a cackle.
"My name, dear girl, is Medusa Gorgon, the Snake Witch."
I freeze.
Medusa.
Crona's mother.
The reason my brother grapples with madness near-constantly.
"You-you—!"
"Ah, ah, ah!" she scolds, wagging a finger at me. "I'm not your enemy. In fact, I want to help you."
"How could you help me, you bitch?!"
"I can mend your poor little heart. Poor little Siren. The man you love left you without warning. Your brother is forgetting all about you and focusing on his girlfriend. Even your mother is more focused on her career than raising you. The Siren of Death, Kristen Annabelle Evans, is left alone, unloved, unneeded by all in her life."
Something about her words is setting off an alarm in my head, but I don't care. She's right. Kid left me. Mom was glad to let me live with Soul, who doesn't seem to need me anymore. Wes is away constantly and my father doesn't care about me at all.
"Y-you'll fix it…?"
"Yes, dear Siren." Medusa reaches through the cage, her eyes glowing. I can't help but stare... "Just consider me your real mother." She caresses my face and I nod. "Good girl. Just do as I say and everything will be fixed…"
"Yes, Lady Medusa…"
"You will refer to me as Mother, are we clear?"
"Yes, Mother."
She opens the cage and lets me out. I follow her down the corridor and we come to another room. Upon entering it, I see a girl about stupid Maka's age sitting in the corner. She has pink hair and is wearing a black dress. She looks scared. What a cowardly baby…
"Crona, this is Kristen," Mother says to the girl. "Kristen, this is Crona."
"H-hello," Crona stammers. "I-it's nice to m-meet you…"
"Same…" I hiss.
Crona stared at this odd girl. She looked so much like Maka's partner, yet there was something off about her. She had a glazed look in her eyes, like she was under one of Medusa's spells. Her clothes were torn and she was missing a shoe and the other was broken. Obviously, she'd been taken by force, and by the looks of it, she'd put up a fight.
"Don't forget, Kristen," Medusa purred, a hand on the younger girl's shoulder. "Just do as I say and I'll make all your pain go away."
Crona shuddered and wished for Maka to come…
Ha, ha. I lied. I wanted to have an actual arc of the story, and this is part of it. Don't worry. The baby will still be born in the next chapter.
Soul: So you made me completely useless. Great. Thanks, Katie.
Katie: Oh, you're not completely useless. You're still taking care of your girlfriend!
Kid: And Kristen's gone because she was kidnapped by Medusa and brainwashed.
Katie: Well… yes. So long and thanks—
Liz: *clears throat* Katie, didn't you have something you wanted to ask the audience?
Katie: Oh, yeah! Guys, every author loves reading reviews. I love it. However, I'm not afraid of criticism. Negative comments don't bother me. It does bother me, however, when people leave the exact same comment every time they bother reviewing. Just… don't be afraid to tell me how you feel about the story. Oh, and sorry if you haven't been getting updates on the story. The site's messed up the last two times I tried to publish stuff. Anyway, so long and thanks for all the fish!