The Dark Soul (Stein Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

                                                                               -Stein's POV a day before-

        I walked into the Death room alone. "Lord Death? You said you needed me." I asked as I got to the middle of the room. Lord Death, Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, Black star, Kid, Liz, and Patty were all there. Lord Death turned around facing me.

        " It's about Sakura."

        " What about her?" I asked him.

        " Well... You see. I'm sad to say that she's a witch" He said hesitantly. I just stood there looking at him.

        " What are you saying by that?" I asked him.

        " Were going to have to take her soul" Kid replied.

        " I guess were going to have to" I replied feeling sad. I haven't had that feeling for a long time.

        " Are you going to help us?" Soul asked.

        " Ya" I said lifting my head up. I was mad that I was so fooled. How couldn't I seen that there was something wrong with her. She was good at looking human. We talked about our plan and I went home to get ready.

                                                                -Sakura's POV a day after awakening-

        I woke up on the couch and looked at the time. 7:30. Oh shoot! I'm going to be late. I ran up stairs and took a quick shower. I brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I ran out the door and ran all the way to the academy.

        I finally got into the class when everyone was getting in. Everyone started staring at me and giving me looks of disgust and backing away from me. I sat at the back of the class because of all the stares.

Even Maka and Tsubaki, my best friends were staying away from me. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

        " So much pain," A voice in my head started, " They cause you so much pain. Just look at them." I Looked at everyone who was giving me faces and a singe tear fell from my eye. " Don't let them cause you that pain. Why don't you kill them?" The voice asked.

        " Stop" I whispered faintly.

        " They hate you. Remember those stares on the street." The voice reminded me.

                                                                          -Flashback 100 years ago-

        I walked down the street in the cold alone. Everyone was staring at me. They could sense that I was different. Like a oak branch on a maple tree. I was all alone. Trapped inside with mirrors all around me. All I could see was me.

        I was messed up. Ripped apart into shreds but then had been tried to be glued back together. But no matter how many times I tried to repair myself I always fell apart again. All I felt was pain and sadness. I was mad at people. All of the people around me.

        I looked up for the first time in 30 years and glared at people. The wind picked up flying my black long hair everywhere. Long black shadows started to rise up behind people.

        " Stop looking at me like that!" I shouted at the people. They looked shocked that I yelled at them because I haden't talked in years. People started to scream but it was to late. My shadows were on a killing spree and I approved it.

        Blood splashed my face and I licked it off. I was a blood-thirsty killer looking for some fun. But I stopped being that person a while ago.

                                                                                -Flashback ends-