A/N: The POV might get a little confusing later on in the story, so it will switch between Soul and Maka. I won't give away any spoilers! So...enjoy! And leave a review while you're at it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater or any of its characters.

Chapter 1: The Fugitive and the Prodigy

My name is Soul Eater Evans. It's not my real name, but ever since the murder they have called me that for as long as I could remember. In fact, they have called me that so much that I've forgotten my own name. Oh well, at least 'Soul Eater' is better than 'Heartless Devil,' my first actual nickname while I was held the juvenile detention center before my trial.

I duck behind another garbage can in an alleyway before anyone can see me, and hide in the shadow of the darkness. Damn those New York cops, they've been chasing my ass since last month! Cursing under my heavy breath, I hear the sirens pass by and get farther away, before making my next move into the crowded and bustling streets. Nighttime in New York City is the busiest I've ever seen, making even my poor disguise impossible to pinpoint in the vast crowd of people moving in all different directions. Hell, even I'd blend in, despite my odd-looking droopy-eyed appearance. From the corner of my eye I see a small flyer fluttering off of a lampost with the unmistakable picture of my face on it. I've read it so many times now that I memorized it without even looking at it:

WANTED:

'SOUL EATER' EVANS

CONVICTED OF FIRST DEGREE MURDER

REWARD: 10,000$

Tearing the poster off with a fury, I attract some nearby people. They glanced at me, then at the ground, then walked away quickly. Who could blame them? I'm the type of guy who you would not want to meet in a dark alley at night. If my burning red glare or my colorless spiky hair didn't get you first, then my row of glistening sharp teeth would do the trick. It was also because of my handsome looks that made me seem guilty in every way.

I had told myself many times that I didn't do it, because I didn't do it. So what if I was found with the murder weapon in my parent's bedroom at the time of their death? So what if I told the cops that I had genuinely no memory of what had happened that night, when my mother and father got a bullet lodged in both their heads? I even begged them to the point where they thought I'd lost my mind, but that didn't work.

With my hands in my pocket and my shoulders slumped near my face, I fight through the crowd in a half-run-half-walk to make it to the other side of the empty street. I had no idea where I was going; I just want to get away from them. It's been five months since my arrest at my parents house, and only two since I've been a fugitive. The police have been chasing me since this morning, and I can't afford to mess up. The sirens in the distance get louder and I start to panic.

Hide! Where can I hide?!

This time, there's no one around, and no crowd I can blend in with. The sirens are just around the corner, so I have to find a place soon or else all my hard work will go to waste. I dive into the window of a seemingly abandoned building and crawled down under the frame, out of sight.

"Where is he!?" Man yells right outside my window. "He couldn't have gotten that far! Hurry, men!" There was a shuffle of rubber boots on the pavement, and then silence. I waited a little more, making sure that they were really gone.

I let out a sigh of relief and closed my eyes, letting myself relax in the humid, musty darkness. No light came through the holed-up windows, and cracks ran up and down the concrete structure. The pavement below was rough and uncomfortable for my bottom, and my legs were scratched up and bruised from jumping all over the city. I rubbed the grease and sweat away from my eyes and face, but it was usless because the last time I had taken a bath was...I can't even remember. Trying to remember what my old bed felt like, I felt a wave a sleepiness wash over me.

But there's no time to rest, especially when it seems like the whole world is out to get you. I'm sure the right thing is to keep moving, so I consider to trying to find another place to hide. Maybe somewhere higher, like a different building or something. I also need to find somewhere to rest my head at night, since I learned in the juvenile detention center that sleep could be the end of you if you're on the run like me.

Now is not the time to be indecisive either, because that could kill you too.

You know what? Anything can kill you nowadays.

Nevermind about going somewhere else, I know I'm too tired to move for now, so this should be enough for the night. I close my eyes and try to get some rest for the morning, hoping that there would be better luck next time. There is absolute silence, and I think that they're gone now.

This is the daily life of Soul Eater Evans- consisting of running, hiding, and constantly planning my next move so I don't get caught. Why do I run like this? For one reason; the only reason that keeps me going:

To prove my innocence to the world.

Finally, I have some time alone... My head lolled to the side, and I started slipping into a deep, much-needed sleep...

A loud bang awoke me not long after I drifted off. I heard the door to the front entrance creak open around the corner, and the small glow of light entered from the street. Someone's shadow casted in the light. Was it the cops? I had a bad feeling that if I investigated, they would catch me, and then what? I'd screw myself over, and for what? "Hello?" A voice called. It sounded just like a girl's voice, not the police. I crawl over to the corner and peek over the side to see who was there. All the way in the entrance of the building, a girl looked like she was searching for something. Her outfit was that of a normal school girl's- a yellow sweater vest, green tie striped with silver, red plaid mini-skirt, and she carried a pile of books tucked in her arms. From what I could tell from this distance, she had blonde hair tied in two pigtails and round wide rimmed glasses. "Hello?" She asked again. "Is anyone there?"

What the hell is she doing here? Has she found me out? Does she know who I am and will call the police? I drew back from my corner and sat, back against the wall, and waited. Maybe she won't find me if I just hide here, or should I just jump out and scare her away? No, I should just stay here and wait for her to leave. After a long paused of silence, I hear her sigh disappointedly and the faint light from the opened door disappear. "I knew it was too good to be true..." I heard her mutter before she closed the door behind her. Geez, what was that all about?

Phew, she gone for now. But what was she doing here in a place like this, looking for someone? I brush it off, knowing that she probably won't be coming back. Now is the time to be getting back to sleep, so I prop myself under the windowsill again in hopes of actually getting some rest.

"Over here! We haven't checked over here!" A man's gruff voice says. His voice came from the alley, followed by the marching and scrambling of the same rubber boots I've trying to escape from. Impossible...there's no way they could've found me...

Too exhausted to move, I struggle to my feet and stumble away from the window. "Shit!" I curse to myself. A flashlight shown through the window and blinded me.

"Soul Eater Evans! Come out with you hands up!" The officer commands with about five other officers around him, guns cocked and pointed at my face. I refused his offer, and ran around the corner with the police jumping in behind me. "Freeze!" Sprinting out the same door that the girl came through, I tripped onto the sidewalk and struggled down the block. "Get back here!" With that many police officers after me, there's no way I'll be able to get away from them.

Praying that I get a slight lead ahead of them, I take a sharp right into another alley and pick up speed. Dammit! At this rate I'm done for...

I look behind me and see that I have gained a little space between us, so I knock down some garbage cans and anything that could slow them down, and it seemed to work. I smirk as they scream and curse at me, stumbling around in the debris. "Dumbasses," I snickered and sped off.

Trapped in a maze of tight alleys and sidewalks, I snaked in random directions, not even knowing which way I was headed. All the way at the end of the path, I could see the light of a street lamp on the sidewalk. If I can make it to the other side of the street, maybe I could lose them for real.

"Y-you?!" I yell as I screech to a stop before making it to the street. The same girl from before had been walking down the street, and now stood frozen in my path.

"Wait...you're the one I saw jump into the building?!" She gasps as she adjusts her glasses. Shock filled her eyes when she recognized who I was. "I know you! You were on the news for killing your parents!" Is it me, or did she start to tremble?

"Get out of my way!" I snarl, guilty for not being able to afford a good long conversation with her about my life story.

"Back off!" She threatened and reached for her books unsteadily. "I have a book and I'm not afraid to use it!" Seriously? A book.

"Just get out! I'm kinda in a hurry!" I try and shove my way past her, but she doesn't even budge!

"But if you're the killer...you're my age too..." She mumbles to herself and keeps her eyes glued to me.

"There's no time for that!" I groan and snatch her wrist as the voices of the men get dangerousy close.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" She screams as I yank her in my direction and she drops all her books.

"Just follow me!" I pulled her down the street forcefully. Her feet are dragging on the concrete, making my running painfully harder. "Could you be any slower than this?!" I sneered at her.

"Not when you're draggin me like this! And why should I help a cold-blooded killer like you?"

"Look, I never killed anyone! I swear! I was framed!" I try to convince her, but I doubt it will work. It never worked for me.

Just as I predicted, her response was: "How do you expect me to believe you?"

I bare my fangs at her and reply, "Just give me a chance to explain, will ya?" There's something to this girl that's a little bit...off. Not in a bad way, but just in a different way.

"Do you even know where you're going?" She asks and looks at me skeptically.

"Nope. Just running!" And running out of breath, I forget to add.

So, this is a new twist in the daily life of Soul Eater Evans. I wonder what will happen with this girl? I better not get my hopes up, only for them to be broken and shattered into small pieces like they had been before.

But for some odd reason, I feel differently about this time.