Love that Blossoms~ A SoMa Fanfiction <3

Chapter 13: Need for Revenge

I'm back my precious fans. I am not dead!!! ^.^ I will hopefully continue writing when i get my chances, so please be patient with me. :) thanks and enjoy.

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*Soul's POV*

Kid was even quicker than I was. Had he known that i would do such a reckless thing? It was as if time went slow, and his eyes shone in humour. He was playing with me! As time seemed to go by in a flash, Kid had jumped up and kicked me down to the floor. My face had made contact with the floor, knocking the wind out of me. I spat out blood, which made Kid laugh. Anger kept pushing me on, making me twist my body in a way i didn't even know was possible, catching Kid off guard. My legs had sweeped through his and i jumped up, replacing him and he me.

Now.

I took the chance to pound my blade onto Kid, but indeed, his speed had out-won me. With a swift move, he used his hand to push himself out of the way. My arm had collided with the floor, cracking it in the process. As Kid got out of the way, he used his foot to kick my face, sending me flying yet again. I flew straight to the wall, dented it, and YET again, caused a fissure on the wall. Kid was better than i had expected. I had better get my act together if I meant to carry out my mission.

Passion was my fuel, anger my fuse, and love my engine. My will to see Maka made me fight harder. I roared with fury and lashed out on my opponent. A red aura surrounded me and a sound echoed through my mind. "Let me help, Soul." it rang. "I can help you see Maka." Eyes narrowed, teeth gritted, head aching, I screamed. This was NOT the time for the little demon to interfere. I won't let the black blood take over. Not if it risks me not seeing Maka, even if it were a small glance. After having an unsuccessful session of attacks on Kid, he evaded with ease. He didn't even seem to break a sweat, even if i did some damage at the start of it all. I allowed my soul to grow bigger, leading my scythe arm to grow with it. I swung my arm with all my force. A scream had erupted from Kid. I had sliced his left arm right down the middle.

Blood sprayed from his arm. I was shocked to see what I had done, but inside, I was more shocked to realize that i was enjoying seeing him suffer. "My symmetrical arm! You bastard! You have messed up my perfect body with your putred recklessness. For that you shall pay!" A hysterical Kid lashed out and balled his fist. I expected a hit to the face, but it felt like time had stopped. I dared to look down and saw Kid's head hung low. Blood trickled down my scythe arm. I had stabbed Kid in the stomach. Choking out blood, Kid muttered, " I-I... I'm not.... Finished!" Kid grabbed my morphed arm and pulled it out of his stomach, and threw me over his head and onto the floor. Willing to try again, Kid crashed down to kick me. Once more, i raised my arm in desperation, fear, and instinct, Another yell was made by Kid, as he had cut his right leg, but this time very deeply. I took the chance to swing my arm, and I made contact with Kid. My arm hit his shoulder and he slammed to the floor, blood oozing out of his injuries. I got up rapidly and drove my arm into his back, piercing his body and on the floor.

More blood splattered, and that was when i decided that this fight was over. My arm went back to normal, blood appearing on it, which was a mixture of his and mine. I stood above Kid, hair in my face, blood near my mouth, and sweat all over me. I wiped my forehead, sending beads of sweat to sparkle off of me.

As soon as i thought that I had triumphed, a giggling sound made me freeze. "Hehehehehe......." ..... Who was this? ...... "That was a good fight. I want to have some fun." another voice followed, "Oh you've said all the right words." More laughter echoed in the room. Slowly, i realized that the people talking were in this room, just not in sight. My fear grew inside me. I dared to turn my sight upward. .........

"Hi.... Now prepare to die!"

*Maka's POV*

I heard screaming pierce through the church. Soul! He's hurt! Oh no.... Kid must've done something to him! Struggling to escape, i flailed around in hopes that i could get out of this wretched captivity. After scraping my head to the floor multiple times, the blindfold had gradually made its way above my eyes, and completely letting me regain my sight. I was in a small spaced room. It seemed like i was left here to die ever so slowly. The thought of dying here scared me. Trying to scream had no effect. This was it. I'm going to die. My death would involve me dying with me being left in my lingerine, badly injured, and broken spiritually. I don't think i'll ever be the same after this experience.