Lahat ng Kabanata ng Soul Eaters: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The fury that was brewing at the surface starved for more bloodshed even if it was innocent bloodshed. Benjamin's eyes were dark and fixed on its target demanding retribution that was not fulfilled by just the death of Tom. "Please, Benny," Erin begged sweetly. Gradually the raw anger in his eyes fizzled out. He reluctantly dropped the gun down pointing it at the ground. As a collective we all breathed a sigh of relief when he took a few steps back drunkenly as if he had been intoxicated by the emotions. He turned and leaned against a tree all the strength drained away from him. Craig went to him and began speaking quiet, comforting tones to Benny. Even at a distance I saw the tears falling down his face in torrents. The same misery was awash all over Erin's face; she wanted to go comfort him, but she was too raw, too torn. I pulled her away from the sight that was tormenting her and grabbed the bag full of clothes that I had procured. I handed it to her then pushed her off to t

I sat up straight in the seat and scrubbed my hands over my face. "Has it been two hours already?" I asked hoarsely. My throat felt as if I had been screaming for those hours. "Yeah, you must have been tired. Did you get what you needed?" Craig asked. I nodded and rubbed my blurry eyes until I could see once again. My vision cleared just as Craig stopped in front of a few older buildings that lined both sides of a small street. "This is the French Quarter. I figured, if we're looking for the weird this would be a good place to start," he said with a half grin on his face. I returned the ironic grin and nodded. "Good thinking." I reached up to grasp my necklace only to find that I had pulled it off and it was already laying in my hand. Looking around to make sure it was safe, I popped out of the truck and stepped into the middle of the road. I knew we hadn't reached our destination yet, but I had wanted to see New Orleans for so long I couldn't stop myself from looking aro

"Let me take Marcus," Craig offered. I gave him a grateful look and traded him. Johnny jumped on me wrapping his little arms around my neck with a strangled grip and I felt the wet rain of his tears. My own silent answer fell from my face as I walked behind Craig watching him carry my screeching Soul Eater son in his arms. I felt like a failure, worse than I had when I thought I had lost the world to this epidemic. I had failed to keep my son's safe and now one had been turned. Benjamin opened the door as he saw us approaching. "Oh shit," he whispered. Erin popped out the door with a smile of greeting until she saw Marcus. "Oh, God! No!" she cried racing towards us. "Stop!" Benjamin demanded grabbing her to keep her away from us. She spun in his arms and hid her face against his chest sobbing. Craig pushed passed them and took Marcus to a little room in the back of the house. "What happened?" Benny demanded. I had to swallow several times before I could speak and even

We waited until we were far away from the shore before beginning to bombard Gerard with questions. "How did you find us?" Was mine. "Why did you come back?" Benny asked viciously. Gerard raised an eyebrow at him. "You're welcome," he replied sarcastically. "Something told me that you guys needed me. So, I found the nearest non-crushed rig and following the carnage. You guys left a lot of banged up rigs behind." He gave a short chuckle as if he could see the image of the wreckage in his head. "Where is everyone else?" he asked changing the subject abruptly. Benjamin and I looked at each other hoping the other would tell the story not wanting to verbally rehash it. I couldn't think of Marcus laying tied to that bed thrashing around reaching for someone to try an ease the hunger inside of him. Just the thought of not wanting to think of it brought the image to mind and my breath left my body in a whoosh as if I had been struck in the gut. "I left him," I whispered heartbrokenl

In anger and disbelief, I confronted her. "NO! You're lying! It is you! You killed your own daughter! You sacrificed her to seal your pact with the Daemon!" I yelled at her. She dropped her head and I nodded at the acknowledgement of her guilt. "You're right. I killed my own daughter," she admitted despondently. I straighten my shoulders feeling justified in my anger. She was trying to mess with me to keep me from my goals. Well, she would have to try harder than that. By the end of the night, I was going to have my children back. "But not for the reason you think," she interrupted my thoughts. "And you have no reason to trust me, but I sacrificed her in hopes that I could save her before she finalized the pact with the Daemon. What I didn't know was that in doing so I, myself finished it. Because I took the last piece of good that was in her and sealed it in a stone known as the Black Star Sapphire." She pulled a necklace from under her dress and showed me a stone that was