Heart Without A Beat

Chapter 4

A/N; sorry for the short chapter, I didn't want to start stuff yet hehe

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Everyone has fears, it can be anything from the dark, monsters, to even past tremors in your life. Saying you don't have a fear is a lie. The human mind is fantastic, protecting the rest of the body with fears, hopes, and dreams. This mind, that people keep behind their face is what brings these terrors. Even from birth humans have instincts, breathing, eating, and knowing dangers. Memories, humans have those as well. Most people talk about memory as if it were a thing they have, like bad eyes or a good head of hair. But your memory doesn't exist in the way a part of your body exists, but it's not a "thing" you can touch. It's a concept that refers to the process of remembering. When a person remembers something, The electrical firing of a pulse across the gap triggers the release of chemical messengers called neurotransmitters. This causes the brain to release endorphins or norepinephrine. All of this put together is what makes a fear, memories, instinct, hopes, dreams, hell even a stupid science lesson about memory can later cause a human to have fears, in a giant cause and effect mess of the chaos theory.

Have you ever been trapped in your mind? Caught in the constant back and forth between what is and what isn't. What is real and what isn't, what's good or what's bad, what is your fault and what isn't. No, not the over glorified kind of back and forth depression that every middle school child and high schooler has when they have a bad day. I mean the kind of back and forth, up and down that roots deep inside you. The kind that wraps around you and forces you down in the ground. The kind that's clawing away at your skin, tearing it to shreds as you're pulled down the whole way, pulling you down into the depths of the night to never be heard or seen again. It tells you that you're okay, because you're engulfed completely in it, unable to go up or down, and nothing can get to you anymore. If you struggle its grip tightens digging into your skin. Eventually, you just let go and relax, dwelling in the dark, thinking it's where you'll stay forever; accepting your fate. Then, once you finally think you're safe, a noose ties around your neck and before you know it, what you once thought was your safe haven, what you thought you never could escape, let's go.

The inside of the factory looked exactly like one would think it was, a factory from the 20's. Long tables where people worked, and assorted machines. There was black along the walls that showed the machines had run at one point and ran on coal. The black stains gave the building an eerie look and definitely looked to be where a witch might live.

The only sound in the entire building with the clicking of our shoes on the cold floor. The sound echoed throughout the room, alerting the witch of our whereabouts if our souls already hadn't done so. Debris and dirt was scattered across the floor so much so that our shoes left footprints. The air was dry and cold. I wanted to go back home and hide under the covers for about a month even though I would probably die of heat stroke. Hell, at this point it would be a nice way to go down if puking my guts out is a nice way to make my exit.

My meister seemed to be eager to find the witch, she appeared to be; skipping maybe? I've never understood girls myself, they seem to either be psycho killers, that lick the bloody knife they used for a murder, or a dolled up, over painted cake. There seems to be absolutely no in between.

"The witch is that way." Maka stated while pointing off down a dark alley. "I can sense her soul." She looked over at me and her bright blonde pigtails swung back and forth slightly and her green eyes had a sparkle of excitement. "Transform so you don't have to last second." She said then smiled. I nodded and transformed and of course she grabbed my snath and spun me around. "Alright Soul, let's go kick witch ass." She smirked almost a bloodthirsty grin and ran down the hallway.

As the walls passed us they seemed to become a blur. The fallen gray beams began mixing with the dark wall becoming a swirl of brown and gray. Chords from the ceiling that once held lights appeared to be part of the stone ceiling. This often happens when I am a scythe since I don't have defined eyes, but definitely never this early or this intense.

While I was dwelling in my thoughts, Maka abruptly stopped. We must be where the witch is. I looked around to take in the surroundings as best as I could. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see close to any of the room considering that I currently had the sight equivalent to a ninety year old man's. From what I could see, there was tall windows with brown window sills, along with poles holding up the ceiling. Other than that, everything was pretty much a blur.

"Well, well, well; if it isn't a weapon meister team, let me guess you're here for my soul." a sly voice came. I felt my meister spin me around then get in a battle stance.

"Oh yes witch, I'll see you in hell." Maka ran at the witch to begin the fight.