An Escape. (A Soul Eater fanfic)

Notes:

This is AU. (Alternate universe) There are no meisters, weapons, witches, or Kishins.

Kidd and Maka will be out of character for the first couple of chapters, just a fair warning.

I don't own Soul Eater or any other works/brands mentioned in this.

<><><><><><><><><><><><>

Chapter One: Rainy Graveyard

<><><><><><>

Great, he thought. Rain.

He sighed, stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, and walked out of the graveyard.

"What time is it?" He muttered to himself, before pulling out his cell phone and shielding it from the rain with his other hand. "Shit, it's already two in the morning..."

Once he approached his car, he fiddled with the key for a moment and then unlocked the door and slid inside.

He slammed it shut and rubbed his bare hands together in an attempt to warm them up. He then inserted his key into the ignition and started the engine-and, more importantly, the heater.

He drove away.

After about ten minutes, the rain had increased significantly. He cursed his shitty windshield wipers, and leaned forward slightly to squint out the windshield.

"What the hell...?" he murmured, eyes narrowing again, before widening immensely and slamming on the brakes.

There was a girl standing in the middle of the road.

His car veered to the left a little and he managed to stop before hitting her.

She did not move despite nearly being run over.

He debated with himself for a few seconds before pulling his hood up and getting out of his car.

"Hey, you lost or something?" he asked her.

She did not acknowledge him.

He approached her. At a closer look, he was astounded. What was a girl his age doing out alone in the middle of the night?

Her head was tilted upwards, and her eyes half lidded. Her arms hung limply at her sides, and her jeans were ripped and scratched. He assumed her legs were too. Her hair was ash blonde but steadily darkening from the rain.

"Are you alright?" He asked, waving a hand in front of her face. Her expression remained blank, but her head shook just the slightest. Her knees buckled, and she fainted.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, dropping to his knees in time to catch her before her head hit the asphalt.

Bright, she thought. So bright...where am I...?

She opened her eyes and immediately squinted-the light was much brighter than with closed eyes.

She sat up and realized she was on a bed. She rubbed her head and surveyed the room she was in.

The walls were white and there were copies of the same painting on each of them, in the dead center. There were two bookshelves on either side of the door. The room was extremely neat and tidy, almost as if it had been cleaned aggressively.

She felt her pocket and sighed in relief when she felt that her only possession was still there.

The doorknob turned and she tensed. The door opened and she pulled out her knife.