You closed the door and stepped inside a few more steps. "Who was it?" you asked, restraining the surprise in your voice.
He shrugged his shoulders and reached for the remote to change the channel on the television, clicking to a channel with motor vehicles crushing eachother in some stupid contest. "Meh. Just Death the Kid."
Your eyes widened and you gasped, spinning around to stare at the door, as if he would still be there. You scowled and looped back around to face Soul. "What did you say to him?" You snapped, hoping Soul didn't tell him off or something, which he probably did, knowing Soul.
Soul didn't answer your question. He just scoffed and rudely said, "And, dear lord, did he look like hell! He looked like he haden't eaten or slept in forever." He laughed.
You were pissed off now. "What. Did. You. Tell. Him?"
"Jeez, jeez, calm down! All I said was that you were on a little date with Crona and that you weren't availible. Then he just stormed off," Soul informed you. He went back to watching the TV screen.
"Were those your exact words? You called it a date?!" you yelled. Groaning in aggrivation, you shook your head and ran back towards the door. "I have to go find him."
"But you don't know where he-" You hurried out the door and slammed the door behind you, cutting Soul off. You figured it wouldn't be too hard to locate the mansion of the richest boy in town, assuming that he would be home. You glanced to your left down the deserted street, then to your right, not knowing which way to go. Deciding to go right on instinct, you sprinted towards the outskirts of the city.
All you could hear was your heavy breathing and your footsteps echoing in the alleyways around you as your eyes darted around for any sight of the Grim Reaper's son.
Soul was so going to pay for this. Big time. You slowed down and came to a stop when you reached a big mansion.
'Is this Kid's house? It's not symmetrical...' you pointed out in your mind, your eyes trailing the eerie stitching patterns along the wall. You shrugged and ran up to the door, pounding on it with your fist. The heavy metal door slowly and creepily creaked open on its own.
You peered inside, where it was pitch black; you gulped and straightened up your shoulders, walking in anyways. Only a few steps in, the door mysteriously slammed shut behind you, the dim light which poured through the open door now gone. Your heart quickened as you spun around in the darkness.
"Wh-who's there?" you questioned the shadows, hoping for Kid to reply, but you had the strangest feeling that you had chosen the wrong house.
You felt two rough, strong hands grab your from behind, capturing you; a faint scream escaping your lips before one of the strong hands cupped over your mouth, silencing you. Insane laughter broke through the air. "I bet you're looking for Death the Kid, aren't you, Alexus?" a familiar, but distorted voice asked from behind you.
Your eyes widened, recognizing the voice. "P-professor Stien?!" you exclaimed into his hand, struggling to loosen his grip.
Your crazy teacher cackled even more."I just got back from gathering some stray test subjects... who would've thought that one would just walk right in?"
"Test... subjects?"
He ignored your question and asked his own. "Didn't you hear?" He began. "The madness is spreading. Isn't it wonderful?" His body twitched and spasmed as he laughed some more.
He grabbed one of your fox ears in one hand and lifted you up into the air, turning your body to face him.
"Ahhh!" you screamed for help. He disregarded your struggles and pain and struck you in the middle of your chest with his palm; it felt as if he directly coursed electricity throughout your body. You let out a blood-curdling shriek in pain, blood spilling from your mouth, then you slipped out of consciousness. The last thing you heard was the mad professor's insane sniggers.
A bright light shone directly in your face, waking you. You squinted away from the light, feeling uncomfortable.
Catching a fleeting glimpse of black and white through your narrowed eyes, your eyelids flung open, trying to focus. Everything was blurry, the edges of every shape and form was smeared. Your head tried to lift up to get a better view of your ominous surroundings from your lying-down position, but something was in the way, detering your head from lifting off the surface you lie on.
A metal strap, nailed to the table, held your head in place. Frantic, you attempted to break free by flailing your limbs, but more metal cuffs kept your wrists and ankles bolted to the autopsy table.
"I see you're awake," Stien observed from a dark corner; he stepped out of the shadows, exposing the red-and-black stained lab coat he wore. An insane smile crept over his scarred and stitched face from ear to ear. "I wouldn't want you to miss the show."
Your eyes widened at the revelation that he was actually going to dissect you... while you were conscious.
You freaked out, your heart pounding a hole in your chest. 'No! He can't dissect me! I can't...' You instantly thought of an idea. 'Magic,' you thought. You focused on the cuffs securing your body, but nothing happened. 'COME ON! WORK!' you screamed in your head as you jerked around some more where you lay.
Your teacher sniggered at your pathetic attempts. "You're magic won't work for a while now. What I hit you with earlier was an Anti-Magic Soul Wavelength; it temporarily disables your powers." He let out another crazy spasm of laughter.
You gasped for air, feeling dizzy. Your mind denied this bloody fate. 'I'm as good as dead.' A shaky tear coursed down your cheek.
