A/N: There are scenes in this chapter that some readers may find distressing.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or any of the characters form the Soul Eater series.

I don't know what to say other than I am so sorry. I kinda fell out of love with this story and the idea for my Nothing Left FanFiction would allow me to think of nothing else.

I don't promise that this will be up and going again but I already had part of this chapter written for a while, so all I've done is finish it. I've actually no idea where it's going, as I said I really did fall out of love with it. I'm hoping my irritation isn't obvious in this chapter, but I don't know what I'm going to do with this.

Nothing Left is really what I want to focus on now and I have another idea that is nagging at me to start. What do you guys think? I'd rather not put this up for adoption but I would like it to be finished. I seriously don't know what to do. Will you message me with what you think I should do please? I'd really appreciate any ideas at this point.

Drip, drip, drip. The tap in the bathroom always drips on a night, it always has. The sound echoes down the silent halls and bounces around my head. I'm unsure why but it reminds me of that night, the night my mind will not allow me to forget. The night my life changed, not entirely for the better. Sighing I gaze at the ceiling of my room thinking about it. Why does it haunt me so? Why was I so stupid? Why wasn't I faster? I could have saved her! I should have saved her, she didn't have to die. Closing my eyes I submit myself to the nightmare of my memories.

There he was, the one we hunted. I cast a side glance at her to see her golden eyes looking right into mine, she nods, I feel a smirk slither its way across my lips as I transform. Spinning I land into her hand awaiting to fight him. It wasn't suppose to be difficult, not at all, actually it was an 'easy mission' they said one with 'little to no risk'. They would soon know how wrong they were.

"Alright you monster, you've feasted upon human soul's for to long. As students of the DWMA we are here to collect your soul." She yelled at him, his un-natural grin somehow widened sending a shiver down my spine. She always liked a show this one, she reminded me a little of Black*Star except more manageable.

"You think you weak little things can defeat me?" He sneered, something about him put me on edge. He looked almost human except for the fact he was extremely tall and it seemed that somehow weapons had fused with his arms extending them to an un-natural length. "Psh, I'll show you just how wrong you are." He stated the skin over his very pointed teeth tightening as he grinned once more.

It began. He dived for us, as expected my blade blocked his path and he seemed a little un-sure. However he quickly regained himself, the smirk returned as he sped up. Dancing around looking for an opening in our defence, so far he found none. We'd been together to long, we knew how to fight together, we knew we could take this guy after all he was an 'easy mission'. He seemed somehow pleased that he had yet to get past my blade, it appeared as though it amused him.

We attacked now forcing him backwards, pushing him into the very corner of the large hall we'd found him in. His back connected with the wall and she swung me backwards, we prepared for the finishing blow. "Tee, hehe." He chuckled to himself as I momentarily stopped moving backwards. It was that tiniest of seconds between the move back and the swing forward, that tiniest bit of a second when she was at her most vulnerable that he attacked.

His arm swung down at amazing speed, I almost thought that time had frozen for everything but him, it certainly seemed that way. Water that was dripping from somewhere above us seemed to suspend itself in the space between us. His bladed arm ripped through her skin, she allowed a pained gasp to escape her as we somehow moved back. Now he was attacking, driving us into the corner.

"Ha, is this all you kids can do, I'll show you. Give my that scythe little girl, I'll take him as my prize." He chuckled as I gulped in fear.

"As if I'd let you take him." She scoffed, furry and pain causing her eyes to glimmer in the dim light.

"Don't be stupid, let's just get out of here." I practically begged.

She gripped the front of her clothes as blood pooled slowly around her, a sad look passed over her face as she smiled slightly down at me. A pained sigh left her as he advanced upon her again. His arm raised above her, ready to swing. He paused briefly smirked then swung with as much force as he could muster. She glanced up, the blade dangerously close to her now. Before another thought passed in my head, I was standing between his blade and her; my blade form forgotten, he didn't pause.

The pain is not something I will ever forget. The doctors told me later I was lucky to be alive, and that he hadn't sliced me in to two wholes. I did not feel lucky. Not when her blood stained my hands. I'd never be able to make it up to her now.

The blood danced into the air, vainly attempting to colour it crimson. It did not succeed. A scream pierced the air, I later realised it was a mixture of me screaming in pain and her screaming my name in panic. But I couldn't think as the room slowly turned black around me, a small portion of light allowed me to see her crying face above me. Muffled sobs made there way through to me. A deeper voice, not hers mumbled something close by. I watched her mouth move, speaking words that I could not make out.

A glint in the light focused my attention on the blade falling towards her again. I could not move, I couldn't do anything but watch through darkening eyes. Watch as she was torn into two, sliced apart by the same blade that had not been able to do the same to me. I watched blood fall like rain, splattering everything. I half felt some land upon my face. Her body fell in slow motion, her life-blood no longer necessary sprayed in every direction. A muted scream echoes around me.

I sit up as sweat drips down my face and back, breathing heavily. The dripping of the tap helps me ground myself to reality once again. Why, why do I have to dream of that? I hate that memory more than anything, but it will not leave me. I thought that being with Maka would help banish that nightmare I somehow lived through, clearly I was wrong. A cry echoes through my walls, I instantly identify it as Maka's cry. My heartbeat increases and I bolt from my room.