Soul Eater: The Next Generation

Chapter 25

Ellie’s POV

Ow.  My stomach hurts like hell.  I grip my waist and curl into a ball on my bed.  Why does this have to happen every month? Grr.  I lie like that for about twenty minutes, than change into sweats.  It’s not like I’m going anywhere for the rest of the night. Suddenly, I’m gripped with a craving for pancakes.  Wait, I already made those today.  Score!

I walk down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“Hey, why are you dressed like that?  I want to go out,” Spike says, eyeing my baggy attire.

“Fine, you can go out.”

“Charles’ friend is throwing a massive party at one of the mansions at the edge of town.  Everyone’s going.”

“Except me. I’m staying here.  Have fun,” I snap.  For whatever reason, I’m really annoyed that Spike wants to go out tonight.

“Jeez, why are you so moody?”

“Shut up,” I snap again.

Sudden realization strikes his face, “Ohh, is it your time of the month?”

I chuck a pancake at his face, “I said shut up.”

“Aw, c’mon.  Don’t let that stop you.  This is going to be the party of the year! It’s going to be insane!”

“I don’t want to go to a party where everyone is getting drunk or high.  Honestly.  Have fun, but I’m not going.  Charles’ friend means Nick, who throws those parties.  And I hate those parties.  They're just an excuse to get in trouble.”

“God, your such a buzz-kill.  Have fun alone,” he snaps, and leaves. 

Maybe I overdid it.  But he knows I hate those parties.  I have no interest in getting drunk or high.  There’s no reason to, and even though Spike doesn’t fully participate, it’s still being at those parties that brings the worst out of people.  I curl up on the couch with my plate of pancakes and watch the Kardashian sisters scream at each other. 

I hate fighting with Spike, I think to myself.  He’s my main support and I just had to go and snap at him. 

I text Fury: Hey.  R u at that party? Spike left me here… Bored af come over?

I return to the TV and switch over to a Pretty Little Liars rerun. 

Four minutes into the episode my phone vibrates.

Fury: Ya, sure.  Tristan just left w/ Jack, so I’m all free. B right over

Okay, that’s good.  Suddenly, I hear a thunder clap and look outside.  It’s pouring.  Good thing she’s coming here, I don’t want to be in that rain.

I go into the kitchen and microwave some popcorn and make tea.  I settle back down on the couch, awaiting my friend when I hear a pitiful mew.  Where is Maisy?  It sounds as if she’s outside… I open the window, and I hear it again, but it’s coming from the roof.  Wow, I must have good hearing if I could hear her from my apartment.

The roof door is probably closed, and she can’t get back in.  I guess I’ll go get her. I go down the hallway and walk up the stairs to the roof.  The night is illuminated by the city’s lights and the rain glimmers.  I don’t see Maisy.  Maybe I was just hearing things.

I walk towards the edge of the building and lean over, to make sure she didn’t jump down to my balcony, but there’s no kitten there.  I straighten up and look at the beautiful view.  Despite how annoyed I was before, it all washes away when I’m looking at this beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, I feel cold hands on my bare midriff.  They’re pushing me.  I’m falling.  I’m falling off the side of the building.

Fury’s POV

I’m running briskly in this cold, October rain.  I was so relieved when Ellie texted, because I didn’t want to spend the night alone, while everyone was partying.  The party scene isn’t my thing.  They’re too cliché. And, I’m against underage drinking.  I splash through a puddle and get my entire leg wet.  Damn, I’ll just towel off at Ellie’s.

I stop under a store’s canopy briefly, to catch my breath.  I look up at Ellie’s apartment building, which is about a block from where I’m standing.  It’s pretty big.  It has to be five stories at least.  Then, I see her jump.  I know it’s her by the stark white that is strangely illuminated in the night sky.   Her body looks like a rag doll falling off the bed.  Then, she hits the ground.  The bag I’m carrying falls to the floor and I race towards my best friend.  Ellie…

Spike’s POV

“Chug, chug, chug!” The party chants as we watch Nick down some form of alcoholic concoction.  I cheer with everyone as he wipes his mouth of the last drops of the drink.  Someone passes by me, handing me a beer.  Usually I wouldn’t but tonight I’m pissed and it would feel good to have something in my system tonight.  Ellie was really pissing me off.  I mean c’mon, I just wanted her to come the party with me! Does that mean I deserve to be yelled at?

“Hey there,” a pretty girl comes over, rubbing my shoulder.

“Hey there, yourself,” I say leaning into her. The next thing I know we’re making out, beer in my hand, forgotten. But it feels all weird.  Not like kiss should feel.  I push away and walk to the other side of the room, ignoring her protests.  I clench my fist.  Every time I kiss a girl it doesn’t feel right… All I can think about is Ellie. Dammit, I’m mad at her, and the fact that I’m blowing that hot girl off for her.  Why do I have it so bad for someone who sometimes, barely, acknowledges me?  Crap.  I’m still thinking about her.  Next thing I know I’m being pulled into a conversation with the guys about hot girls.  They all take turns saying the hottest five in their opinions.

When it gets to me, I can’t say anything.  They all know I like her.  Apparently, it’s very obvious.  I blush profusely, and get a bunch of pats on the back.

“My man, Spike, is over the level of hot.  He’s in love,” Charles spews, drunkenly.  Everyone laughs.  If they’re laughing with me, or at me, I don’t know.  I smile sheepishly.

The conversation continues, and I keep thinking about Ellie.  Something doesn’t feel right.  I grip the desk next to me, to try to settle myself.  Overwhelming burning overtakes my body and I fall to the floor.  This is worse then when those punks attacked her… It’s excruciating.  Something’s terribly wrong.

“Spike, what’s wrong,” the entire party is around me.  The room is spinning.  The pain…

“Ellie…” is all I get out before I lose consciousness.