Note: I don't own the movie Push, or Soul Eater. This is actually something I wrote almost two years ago and never got around to posting it here. Rated M for violence and such. I really hope you guys enjoy this little introduction! I'm going to work on updating more frequently. Thanks for all the reviews and support, it means the world.


His ears are still ringing from the gunshot when things finally come into focus. Smoke is still curling from the barrel of the gun in his hand, a gun he has never seen until this moment, but a gun whose war cry he will remember until the day he dies. Taking into account recent events, that might be happening a bit too early for his liking.

He stares at his own reflection, gaunt face and snowy hair spattered with blood that does not belong to him, and wonders how long it will take for the police to arrive, contemplates putting that unfamiliar gun barrel in his mouth and pulling the trigger before they do arrive. Jail is just not an option.

His contemplation is cut short with a call of his name in a voice he does not recognize, a woman's voice he deduces. He wants to run, to go find a shower and scrub his skin until it's raw, burn his clothing and his fingerprints away along with them. He knew he was fucked when he had first turned Medusa's offer down, but he had prepared himself for all possibilities he could think of. Apparently, she was far more creative than he.

"Soul, where the hell are you? We need to get out of here! Soul?! Answer me, or so help me-"

"Who the fuck are you?" He's got his killing contraption pointed at her forehead, hands shaking and finger poised just above the trigger. She doesn't look impressed.

"You won't pull the trigger, you're not a killer so cut the act, we don't have time for this. I'm here to help you. So can you please get your shiny toy out of my face? The barrel is starting to burn my forehead." He jerks away from her as if he has been burned by her words. He may not know this girl, but she hasn't killed him yet, hasn't even attempted to. That's a start, right?

"Who are you?" He repeats, this time with less malice and more curiosity. She has green eyes. He wants to say that she's familiar but he's certain they've never met.

"I'm Maka, the girl who is going to save your ass. I saw you here, dreamt about it a few nights ago. I'll tell you more when we're in a safe place, I can hear the sirens. Let's go." She's a Watcher. She knows that a Pusher got inside his head, made him do what he did. His best course of action is to go wherever she leads. Medusa has either assumed he is dead already, or that the police had caught up to him. Now would be his only chance.

"You'll explain more once we're out of here, right?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" She looks a little offended. He takes note not to question her integrity again.

"Yeah I know, forgive me if I'm not quick to trust, where do we go pigtails?"

"I have a name Soul, use it. Follow me." Her hand is stretched towards him, an offering of peace, of temporary solace from the shit storm that has come down upon him. He takes her hand easily, and she tugs him behind her to a back alleyway exit from the condemned apartment building. Nothing looks even slightly familiar. The last thing he remembers is a man with long black hair and even blacker eyes mad-dogging him in the parking lot of his apartment complex. The rest since then is just gone. He didn't even look at the person he had shot, knew he would expel the contents of his stomach if he had.

"Are you okay Soul?" She sounds concerned, a bit irritated, and a lot tired, and he feels bad because he knows that he has been the reason for her lack of good sleep. She's tugged him into a small black car, and they are about a mile away from the scene of the crime before he can muster up the energy or composure to answer her.

"No. I don't know how I got there, and I've never seen this gun in my life. Fuck, I've never even seen you before, why did you come find me? Now you're involved in this shit too." He's scared. Scared for the life of a girl he just met, and it makes him uncomfortable that at the moment, he's far more concerned for her well being than his own.

"I've been involved in this shit ever since I was conceived, don't flatter yourself. I've been avoiding them all my life. You haven't though. You need to learn how, and you need to do it quickly. I need your help, and you can't help me if you're dead." He chokes on his own laughter, trying to cover up how morbid his humor is, but she cracks a smile too. The first smile he's seen from her actually. She's got a nice face when there's a smile on it.

"Didn't know you could smile pigtails," he teases, a small smirk on his chapped, cracked lips.

"Didn't remember how until now asshole," She says with a childish grin, and for a moment he forgets the fact that he is most likely not going to live until the end of the month. For a moment. "Hey Soul?"

"Yeah Maka?"

"I won't let you die, I promise. I can fix this."

Nobody has ever kept any promises they've made to him.

He appreciates the sentiment though. He doesn't respond, but internally he makes a promise to himself.

I promise I won't let this girl die for me. I'll protect her with my life.

He's a man of his word.