Hi guys ! Since this is my first story on this site, and my first story in English, It probably won't be as good as I want it to be. I would like it if you write a review or some tips, because that way I can learn and improve my English as well. I've written before, but in Dutch so this will be a challenge for me. I hope my story is a bit enjoyable ! ^^

-Soul Eater or the characters I use obviously don't belong to me, but to their rightful owners. Oh and, Crona is a guy.

I was breathing heavily while running down a gigantic hallway, not quite knowing whether to turn left or right at the end of it. Sweat dripping on my feet as I suddenly couldn't run anymore. Not that I was tired, or didn't know what to do anymore, I just couldn't. I tried my hardest to make my feet start moving again, but they refused to listen. I noticed that for once, Ragnarok didn't beat me up and just kept quiet, causing my body and mind to relax for a mere second. But it didn't last long, when I remembered why I was running in the first place, I cautiously looked up and saw Medusa standing a few feet before me, with an evil grin playing across her face. I became even more anxious as I nervously tried to move back, remembering my feet were stuck to the ground. "Crona, why are you so afraid ? You know I would never hurt you" My eyes widened and for the first time in my life, I wished Ragnarok would show up and protect me, because I knew that in this case he would choose my side, and not my mother's. "Ragnarok" I whispered. Not even a small movement. Medusa laughed and came closer, causing my body to shake and the hairs on my neck to stand up. She slightly touched my jaw, and I heard her say some kind of spell. I tried to pull my head back, but it felt as if my body obeyed nothing but her under her touch. A filthy black and yellow snake crawled out of her mouth and attempted to crawl inside of mine. "Crona !" the voice came from behind me, and I immediately knew it was Maka. Medusa didn't move a tiny bit and continued releasing snakes from all over the place, making me unable to do anything. I saw how Maka tried to cut Medusa in half with her scythe, but it didn't turn out how she wanted. My mother blocked the scythe with a snake that appeared to be as hard as steel, and Maka fell to the ground causing a harsh sound to fill the hallway. Medusa send some of her snakes in her direction and I was forced to watch how the snakes bit the flesh of her bones. Soul transformed back into his human form, but this did him no good. The snakes crawled all over his body and began doing the exact same thing as they did to Maka. I tried to scream as hard as I possibly could, but noticed how my tongue changed into a snake and began to digest me from the inside. Before the room started spinning and the walls fell to the ground, Medusa pressed her lips against my forehead and disappeared.

"NO!" Crona awoke and saw his body covered in sweat. He tried to control his breath, but failed horribly. "Crona ? Crona what's wrong ?" Maka barged into Soul's room, where Crona stayed, and ran over to his bed. She hugged Crona tightly as he started crying his heart out. "Shh, it's just a nightmare. You're awake now, nothing can hurt you" she whispered and she patted his back, trying to comfort him. "She- you.. the snakes were, I tried but I couldn't" The perfect sentences he had in his mind changed into a wild grab of words that didn't really make sense. Soul quickly woke up and ran over to his room, which he had lend to Crona for as long as he stayed here. As a result, Soul slept on the sofa. He didn't really like it, in fact he hated it, but Maka forced him to, saying Crona needed it more than he did. As he peeked into his room, he saw Crona crying as if someone had just died, and Maka hugging him tightly. Soul sighed, it was another nightmare. Crona had been here for a week now, and not one day had passed without him having terrifying nightmares about Medusa. Maka comforted him every night, and although she didn't mention it even once, Soul knew her lack of sleep started to get to her, ensuring her to become stressed and tired, all which, in turn, annoyed Soul. But they didn't tell Crona about it, because they knew he would blame himself, insist on leaving their house and grow even more depressed, which didn't do anybody any good. Soul calmly closed the door and returned to the sofa, thinking that he should make breakfast in the morning. That was the least he could do.