An Escape. (A Soul Eater fanfic)

Shattered.

Chapter Fourteen: Shattered

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It was a relatively boring weekend-much like the months that passed.

Kidd had invited Maka to sleep in his bed permanently ("I-it'll help preserve the symmetry of the room," was his excuse), and they'd both been sleeping sounder since.

The summer passed uneventfully, but on the warm afternoon of July 31st, all hell broke loose.

They'd come home after finishing up their homework at the library, like usual, and Maka had set some water to boil so that she could make ramen for the both of them as an early dinner.

Just as she'd left the noodles to soften, there was a knock on the door.

She heard the creaking of the couch, to which she called "I'm already up, I'll get it." Kidd reseated himself with his book.

She jogged over to the front door, and stood on her tip-toes to look through the peephole.

'Policemen?'

She frowned, before reluctantly opening the door.

"How can I help you?" she voiced, keeping a nervous grip on the door handle.

The foremost one glanced back at his partner and nodded. "Yeah, that's definitely her." He turned back to Maka, and he looked as if he were about to scold her.

Which he was.

"Your father was worried senseless, you know?" He shook a finger in her face for added effect. "Running away like that, for four months, too!"

By now Kidd's curiosity had peaked and he ventured over to see what was going on. He caught the second part of the officer's statement and his hands balled into fists, all too quick at understanding the situation.

"You can't take her back there!" he all but yelled, surprising the two men. "Her father's a-"

"Good man," Maka cut him off, "and I took what I had for granted."

Although the men seemed satisfied with her answer, Kidd most certainly was not. "Maka, what are you-?!"

She interrupted him with a kiss, and the officers averted their eyes uncomfortably. Had she no decency?

"Kidd," she started quietly but quickly as she pulled away, only to nestle her face into the crook of his neck, "Wait for me. Three days, tops. If I'm not back by then, either my planning is horrible or something went sour. If you haven't heard from me in a week, call the police. Don't come yourself." She then whispered an address to him that he branded into his memory; Death forbid he forget something so important.

He opened his mouth to protest again, but she silenced him with a shake of her head. "Trust me. I'm going to play it smart this time."

He scowled at the last two words of her sentence. He gripped her wrists firmly, bringing them up just a tad.

"You know if anything happens to you I won't forgive myself."

"I know."

"So please, for the love of Death, be careful, love."

She offered a tiny smile, which was quickly flipped when one of the men on the porch cleared his throat and folded his arms, a clear signal to 'Hurry up'.

Maka kissed one of Kidd's cheeks. "I'll kiss the other one when I get back," she said, before hugging him tightly and following the policemen out of the door and into the car.

Kidd watched them go, remorsefully, and when the car was out of sight he slammed the door, having to near tear his hair out to stop himself from going on a rampage.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!" he yelled, finally giving in and punching the wall.

These were going to be the longest three days of his life.

All he did was pace. He paced, he walked, he waited.

He felt helpless.

There was absolutely nothing he could do to help her right now.

Or so he thought.

In the early morning of the third day, his phone woke him up.

New Multimedia message from: Maka

His eyes shot open, and he cared not of the blinding brightness of the screen. Kidd all but threw the comforter off of himself, grabbing his cell and shakily swiping across the screen.

From: Maka

Received: August 2nd, 3:35AM

Subject: I need a favor

Attachment: Photo(s)

Message:

"Kidd,

I hate to ask this of you, but can you please save the pictures I've sent and send them back when I ask for them? If all goes according to plan I'll be back on the fourth. If you don't hear anything from me by the seventh, send the police, please. I love you, see you soon.

-Maka"

His heart fluttered in relief as he read, overjoyed to know that she was alright.

Alive, he wanted to correct as he looked at the pictures he'd gotten. He was overjoyed that she was alive.

She'd sent pictures of all the injuries she'd acquired over her three-day stay.

Purple, black, and blue bruises lined her left arm; there were several gashes and cuts on her right arm. He hated himself for picturing how they might've happened.

Her knees were bruised as well-Kidd forbade himself from even speculating.

He scolded himself for blushing at the next one-this was hardly the time for such things. She had rolled up her shirt to expose her stomach, which held a roughly foot-shaped bruise.

He sighed a silent sigh of relief when he found that there were no more pictures.

But then, he was livid.

Her father had had her for three days, and he'd already done so much to her.

Kidd wanted to murder him.

He wanted to march four towns over, and barge into his house. He wanted to beat the man senseless; beat him to a bloody pulp. Break his legs, break his arms-hell, break all the bones in his body. As payment. Equality. Do unto others as you wish others to do unto you. Open his eyes, make him feel all the pain he'd given his daughter through the years.

Maybe he would beg for forgiveness.

Or maybe he'd never drop that snarky, cocky attitude.

Kidd didn't care. He just wanted that man to feel pain.

He ran a hand through his hair and turned his phone's volume all the way up (in case Maka contacted him again) before laying down and forcing his eyes shut.

It took a while, but the sandman had a heart. Kidd was asleep before the sun rose.

Five days passed soon after, with no sight, sound, or text from Maka.

"Hey! Whoa! A lot of things just happened!"

Yup.

"What the fuck man, I thought this thing was practically over!"

Nope.

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Friendly notice: There are exactly 2 chapters left, and then an epilogue I'll post a week or two afterwards.

Have a nice day. :]