I don't own Soul Eater or Fast and the Furious

Hours

Hours. Maka didn't know how many, but she knew the sun had risen again. Glints of light slipped through the cracks in the moss covered walls, letting her know the night had ended. The room she was being held in was no bigger than her bathroom at her apartment with Soul.

Her breath caught, thoughts of her weapon made her eyes burn with hot tears. Choking back a sob Maka started looking around the cell, looking for anything to help her escape. The restraints chained to the ceiling were loose enough for her to stand on the ground, but still forced her arms to dangle above her head. Her wrists were rimmed red from her many struggles to slip her hands out. The soreness of her hands only added to the rest of her body. She had received scratches and bruises when her kidnappers attacked her and Soul, than there were wounds she doesn't remember receiving.

Maka choked back more sobs, wondering if Soul was ok, if he was coming, if he even knew where she was.

It all happened so fast.

-Flashback-

"I'm telling you Maka, you'll love this movie. The cars. The action. The babes." Soul exclaimed, letting drool leak out of his mouth caught on his last thought.

"Maka-CHOP!" Maka continued on down the path back to their apartment, leaving a pained Soul behind. She flipped the DVD, Fast & Furious, between her hands, the plot sounded interesting, but cars, action and babes were never her thing. "I think I might read a book instead." She thought aloud.

Soul, appearing next to her again, took the movie back, "No Maka, you must watch this." He lightly tugged on her pigtail. "I watched your stupid chick flick last Friday, now it's your turn." Maka slapped away his hand, huffing in defeat. Soul grinned knowing he had won, not something that happened often when fighting with Maka.

"I'm only watching it if you promise to not get nose bleeds over every single girl you see in it." Maka growled pointing her finger at him.

Soul pulled his mouth into his usual lopsided grin, "Oh come on, just cause your jealous of your lack of-"

"Soul!" Maka screeched pulling another book out to add another indent to his skull.

"Well, well now, looks like a lover's quire." A tall man snaked out from the shadows of a small ally way. "Don't you think so Dune?" He looked behind him to a shorter but well-built man strolling out from the ally way.

The meister and weapon tensed, Soul took a defensive step in front of Maka staring down the men.

"Looks like one, guess we disturbed them Sand." Dune responded, his voice was low and husky.

"What do you want?" Soul growled, bearing his sharp jagged teeth.

Both men laughed, "Isn't it cute, the dog defending its master." Sand laughed kicking at the ground. His face twisted into a cruel smile. "Hope you don't mind but we are gonna' take your master from you."

"Soul transform!" Maka finally spoke up, forcing down all the fear she felt from Sand's words. Soul while still baring his teeth at the men, reached back to grabbed Maka's hand, his arm starting to glow at the contact.

"You are going to regret that." He snarled before fully transforming in a scythe, the long metal staff with a sharp red and black blade.

Sand and Dune both disappeared into the shadows again. Maka stood her ground using her soul perception to locate their souls.

"Where are they Maka?" Soul demanded, losing his cool.

Maka closed her eyes trying to focus on the glowing energy, there was nothing. "I can't sense them, that means either they are gone or-"

"Maka!"

Maka pulled the metal staff in front of her just in time to block one of the men's attacks. Sand, she guessed, was using a knife that curved into a thin tip. The blade was attached to the outside of his arm.

"We have a kind witch protecting us from your eyes." Sand finished her sentence taking another swipe. He grew angered by the meister blocking all of his attacks. "Dune, after the weapon." He hissed.

"Yes brother."

Maka snapped up to the husky voice calling out, the bigger man falling from above them. The last thing she heard was Soul's voice screaming her name.

-End Flashback-

The attack happened so fast, the two men appearing from nowhere and quickly being able to separate her from Soul, than them being able to take her away. She doesn't know where she is, how she got there. Or even why she was there.

All she could do is hope she would be found.

The sounds of jingling keys brought Maka out of her thoughts, she could hear the keys clicking in the locks, two locks. The sun's bright rays pooled through the door as if was fully opened, the light stung Maka's eyes. Sand walked in wearing a crocked smile as he strutted towards her, griping her chin in his rough palm.

"Nice to see you woke up." He tightened his grip, "You gave quiet a fight girly, even you're weapon kept going after you were down."

Maka's head snapped up at the mention of Soul, her eyes were wide with fear. "Soul?" She wimped out, her voice was horse from her dry throat.

"Oh, now you're interested. You probably want to know how your weapon is right." His smile twisted even more. He pulled Maka closer towards him leaning to her ear, "He put up quite a fight, but it wasn't good enough." His deep chuckle echoed through Maka's small frame. She was frozen, his words sinking in, her eyes stung with burning tears.

"No, he-he can't…" She choked out, she gasped for breath, it was like all the air was kicked out of her lungs. There was no way, Soul couldn't be… He would never leave her. Maka looked up through her tears at Sand, searching his face for proof he was lying, anything that meant Soul was still alive.

"Sorry girly, I guess he just wasn't fast enough for my blade." Sand slipped thin blade out from under his sleeve. He tilted it onto Maka's chest, digging the tip just below her shoulder. "He screamed when I stabbed him, what about you?" He pressured his blade down, dragging it across. Maka screamed at the burning pain as the blade slowly travelled further down from her shoulder, cutting the thin fabric of her shirt.

"Sand!"

The said person froze in his spot, anger and hatred flashing over his face. He turned and faced the tall silhouette of another man standing in the door frame. Maka could barely focus on his face through her watering eyes. The pain slowly subsided from the cut from Sand's blade, it was only shallow but was enough to cause blood to flow down her top.

"I did not say you could torture my guest." The unknown man spoke. Maka forced a smile at his term of her being a guest.

"A simply repaying her for what her weapon did to me, Sir." He pulled back his other sleeve showing a long gash on his forearm. Maka smirked as pride for her weapon swelled inside her.

The man at the door walked on past Sand to Maka, examining her face. Maka could now see he was only a head taller than her, the same height as Soul. She sucked in sharp breath forcing herself to believe that Soul was fine.

"I am terrible sorry, some people just don't know how to act." He dabbed at the fresh blood with his handkerchief.

Maka pulled away from his touch, forcing all her strength into her voice, "Why am I here?" Her voice was louder and stern. "What do you want? Who the hell are you?" Her anger was sipping through, Maka inhaled heavily calming herself.

The unknown man shook his finger in front of her face, "Young women should never use such language, were you not taught properly." He sighed.

"Fuck you." Maka's face whipped to the side as pain exploded in her left cheek, she looked back in disbelief as the he pulled his hand back.

"I said not to use such language." He repeated as he pulled his hand back before backhanding her face again. Maka coughed, tasting blood in her mouth.

He adjusted his glove before pulling her aching jaw towards him, "Now to answer your questions, I am Mason Bennet the Third, you are at my home and you my dear," He lent forward, mouth pulling up into a sneer, "are here to give me your eyes."

-Xxx-

So this is a story that I found on my computer, not really sure where it's going but I have an idea. If you guys like it let me know and I might continue it as its own story.

Scotty ^^