OlafTheNinja

I went to school again, after bunking off a day or two. I had lost track of the day and the time. Is it Monday? Tuesday? Do I even have school today? I almost ran a child over when driving on my motorcycle on the way to school. The kid looked about 10-years-old had black hair and blue eyes; deep blue pools, he had. I was this close to driving straight into him while I was in a daze, thinking of Maka screaming for me with Mr Albarn laughing and driving a knife into her stomach when I heard a scream resonating from the boy. I slammed my foot on the break and managed to halt 10 centimeters from the boy. He had tears in his eyes and his face rea

Maka was pleased to see me back but her smile turned to a face of concern when she saw the look on my face. “Is everything alright, Soul?” She asked? “Did something happen?” “No, it’s nothin’. Don’t you worry ‘bout me. You feeling any better?” I said, trying to divert her from the subject. “A little, the doctor said that I can go home soon.. I’ve missed school, you know. I did have a perfect record.” “And I spoiled it.” “No, you have nothing to do with me being here, it’s good to have some time off school at some point an-” “Wh

Every day at 5pm the same boy comes into my families’ café and sits on the same chair near the same window. We don’t talk much. “The same as always?” I would say. “Yeah” He would reply, catching my eyes with his before looking back down at his phone. He has tanned skin and wild white hair that sticks out in spikes in all different directions. And his eyes… His eyes were that of a demon’s; bright red and luring, they would often catch me staring. He ordered the same thing every day too: a cup of black coffee and a slice of strawberry cake which I would take to him every day. He would

With Mr Albarn gone I was left with Maka who had now calmed down after the ‘scream fest’ but her chest heaved, tears staining her face. The room was quiet accompanied by the slight noise of our breathing. I held her close – I seemed to have forgotten how she hates being touched – and we stayed like that for a few minutes before I spoke up. “It’s ok now, Maka.” I said. “It’s not though… He’ll be at school still.” She croaked. “What in the world did he do for you to hate him so bad?” I asked. “It’s a long story, and I’d prefer not to speak of

“Papa!?” Papa!? “My darling Maka! How dare you run away from your adoring father!?” Darling.. Maka? The man looked like he was in his late 20’s. He had bright red hair, a very unusual colour that hovered over his shoulders. His eyes were sky blue and he was quite tall. He wore a black suit with a grey shirt and a tie that looked like an upside-down Christian cross. Wasn’t an upside-down Christian cross a Satanic symbol? Wait.. Mr Albarn? The teacher for the top class? THAT’S him? I hadn’t ever seen him up close, I’ve heard horrible stories about him though, that he seduces teachers and

Walking through the hospital was hell. Seeing ill people made my stomach feel uneasy.. The further down the ward I walked, the worse people I saw.. It went from an old lady with diabetes to a woman with a broken collarbone to a man with an amputated arm to a toddler lying stone cold on her hospital bed, ‘Get Well Soon’ balloons on her bedside table, half the skin blown off her face.. My palms grew sweaty. If this is bad Maka must be worse.. What if she’s dead? No, don’t think so foolishly, Soul. But when I found her she looked like she lost half her blood.. Dying pregnant women, dying children, dying babies, dying Ma