Pulse (A Soul Eater Fanfiction)

Chapter One

I looked in awe at the huge building before me. Death Weapon Meister Academy. This place would be my future.

"Stop gawking, Amelia, we probably have classes," Jack called. He was my weapon and my best friend. I had known him since he was eight years old, and I was ten. It's not normal to have a weapon and meister so far apart in age, but we just click. Ever since he found me running through the forest with my mother's locket around my neck, he became the one thing in my life I could really hold onto.

"Coming, Jack!" I yelled back, and I started running up the steps after him. Even though I was older than him by almost three years, he was always the voice of reason. I was often reckless and a daydreamer, and he would bring me back to earth.

The huge wooden doors opened on their own, and there stood Lord Death himself!

"It's nice to meet you two, welcome to the DWMA!" he exclaimed in a very high pitched voice. Woah. I thought he was going to be a lot more frightening than this. I had heard so many stories about him being a fearless leader, but to me he seemed like another giddy schoolgirl.

"Thank you, Lord Death. It's an honor to be able to attend this academy," I replied an even tone of voice.

"I see you already have a weapon, so there'll be no need to find you one. I have business to attend to, so I'll have my son show you around. Kid! Come meet Amelia, she's new here!" He called. I had a feeling this was going to be interesting.

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I have to say, Death the Kid was the weirdest person I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. He wasn't even showing me around, he was just walking down hallways and expecting me to follow. every once in a while, he would start freaking out and go fix some painting so it was level, but that was about it. I had a feeling him and I would not be friends at all. I couldn't handle people like this.

Finally, we reached the end of a hallway of doors, and Kid stopped. He pulled a key out of his pocket and put it in my hand and pointed to the last door on the right before disappearing into the one right next to it.

Fine, then. I'll just figure this place out on my own, I thought. I walked up to the plain wooden door and unlocked it, the key sliding in effortlessly. When I entered the room, I saw my luggage piled neatly at the foot of a bare mattress. I pulled out my blankets and pillows and made my bed in record time, then proceeded to hang my clothes in the miniscule closet. When I finished unpacking, I pulled out a small box from the pocket of my hoodie. I then removed the black fabric to reveal my pale arms covered in tiny scars. These scars show my weakness. They show my failure. I opened the box, and inside were my matches. I quickly lit one and pressed it against my narrow wrist, burning the delicate skin.

I will not be weak.

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Author's note:

Heavy stuff. I probably should have said this in the description or the prologue, but anyone who is easily triggered shouldn't read this. I am trying to make Amelia almost like me. Obviously, she's going to be a lot more badass, but I'm putting my own thoughts and emotions into her from when I went through a really hard time, but multiplying it by like 10. There's going to be a lot more emotion in this one than in Pills and Fresh Air, just letting you know.

Anyway, have a llamalicious day. Thanks for the reads and don't forget to vote and comment and all that fangirly (or fanboy) stuff!

-Chloe