The Weapon Witch

Her name is Soka, no one knows about her past and she never speaks. She communicates to her meister, Vinjio, telepathically. She's come for revenge but no one knows it, who is she out to get and why? Her story is about to unfold before the DWMA's eyes.


10. Soka

So close, yet so far. I never understood why people said that until now. I'd been so close to nearly slicing Stein's face off but had been stopped. Of course I didn't want to rip his face off. What would happen if I did? I was far to close to getting my revenge to have that happen.

I shook my head. I was so angry, but tried to hold it in. I knew I'd burnt Vinjio's hands in my anger. As I walked down the halls to the next class I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned quickly. "That was some impressive displays your meister showed. I sensed your soul speak to him during the fight, before he used the spell." Stein looked down at me.

I stepped back, shocked he sensed this. He was indeed a great meister as Maka had said. "Your connection with your meister is very strong and intriguing. I'd like to dissect you and see why." Stein leaned closer.

I looked down, my face red. I clenched my fists. "Your soul seems angry at something. Is it because I want to dissect you?"

I nodded quickly, a lie of course. I wasn't angry at that. If anything I found it cute he thought he could dissect me. "Stein you have a class to teach!" Spirit called.

I looked at the ruby haired man and he grinned at me. "You were impressive out there kid." He said and walked away with Stein.

I let out the breath that I'd been holding since stein had wanted to dissect me. I turned on my heels walking quickly. "Sorry about my dad, he's a real idiot." Maka fell into step beside me.

I glanced at the pigtailed girl. "He's got a really big head and thinks he's all that." She rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I really hate him."

'You should be happy you have your father.' I thought.

Her parents may be divorced but she still had them. She took then for granted, especially her father. Thoughts swirled in my mind of her and her parents. So many things they could be doing as a family, things I'd never get to do. Maka continued rattling on as I pretended to listen, thinking about what it'd be like if my mom had still been here. It'd still be dangerous for her I knew but I would protect her. I was strong enough now. 

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