Alone: I'm so lonely without you...Muse is stuck alone as the only survivor in a deserted city for three days.
She woke, and she heard nothing... which was weird, she lived in a busy city. She usually woke up sometime around 2 in the afternoon; she should hear everything. Cars, people, all kinds of sounds. She sat upright and rubbed her eyes. She slipped out of bed and padded over to her window. She parted the blinds and saw... Nothing. Not caring that she was shirtless anymore. She drew the blinds completely, Castelia was dead. No...Just, deserted.
"Impossible."
She threw on a shirt, changed into jeans, made sure her lower legs were wrapped then slipped on her sneakers, ones that won't hurt her feet if she walked for hours on end. She knew she'd be out for a while. Her light grey beanie in place. Keys, wallet, and phone, and Maka was out the door, scrambling down the stairs. Her heart pounded with every step."No no no no no no no!" She growled.
Outside the sun was shining usual, a nice breeze, and the air was clean, for the most part. But shops were closed, cars parked, some a little haphazardly, and, after looking in some windows of homes, it looked like everyone just up and disappeared. Maka started to whine, her ears perked, always twisting and twitching, straining to listen for anything. For anyone.
Her usually tan face started to pale. She needed to find Paris and Lani, she had to know at least they were safe. She took off in a dead run toward Lani's apartment. "If they're anywhere, they should still in bed, if not just starting to get up, ya!" Maka huffed, not even caring she was running in the middle of the street. If anything, she'd hope she'd get hit by a car; that way she'd know she wasn't... No, she can't say that word yet. Not until she knew for sure.
The apartment building door was unlocked and easily swung open. She hurried up the stairs and started to bang on the ghost flame's door, screaming. "Lani! Paris!! Please!! Answer me!! Guys!!!" Maka howled and barked. She snarled, her first glowing bright purple, three little energies surrounding it, "Beat Up!" Her fist smashed the door to bits. "Lani!! Paris!!!" She went through the whole apartment, no sign they were there, not in bed, not in the shower, nor the kitchen or living room.
Gone.
"Madame's! They gotta be there!!" Maka tore out of the apartment like a Crobat from Hell. In no time flat, she was at the club. The door opened. That, itself, wasn't too unusual, everyone came here in the afternoon before the usual crowd to relax and have a few drinks and laughs. "Xavier! Alexxi! Madame!!" Maka passed the bar, no one. She wandered backstage, to the dressing rooms, "Hey!!!" She got to Rajia's door, stifling back another whine. She pushed the door, no one. "Rajia!!!" She howled, slamming the side of her fist against the door. She turned and roared, "Lani!!! Paris!!!!" She dropped to her knees and hands, tears welling up and falling. "Gone... Where are you?"
Her heart skipped a beat awfully. "Oh no..." She got up, bolting from Madame's. Down a few blocks was a little shop Maka had been frequenting after she got stood up. It had only been a couple of weeks, but it had become like third or fourth home to her when not with the Madame crew. Un-shed tears blurred her vision. Not like she'd run into anyone.
She got to Witchful Wishes, a sweet shop. She hesitated in front of the darkened shop. It wasn't open, but she just knew in her gut the door would be unlocked. Her hand reached out, shaking, terrified. "Please... If anyone... Please... let her be here." She opened the door, the door bell rang out, the first sound she had hear in the last hour beside her own voice, breath, sobs, and heart.
"Miss Willow? Miss Gen?" Maka had come to known the owner and most of the employees at the little shop. However, there still was no answer. She stood at the counter, praying to Arceus someone would answer her. "Mr. Blake!" She even called to the quiet Spiritomb. Another grumpy guy that she'd actually come to enjoy his company. He reminded her so much of Xavier.
She started to cry, openly sob. Her fist pounded against the counter. Her hopes were so high, she knew they were going to be crushed. "Why my friends?! Why my family?! GIVE THEM BACK!!" She tried her phone, but no service, not even a dial tone.
She hopped the counter, and called everyone's name.. Except her's. Still refusing to believe she was gone, too."What did I do to deserve this? To be alone like this...?" She searched the back, no one. She went to walk to the front then she stopped, her eyes wide, her ears flat. She slowly turned her head and saw her purple hoodie. Fresh tears fell as Maka took the hoodie off the hook and held it up to her nose. "It still smells like you.." She bit her lip, holding back a loud sob that chocked her. Maka walked around the counter and sat at the table, the table she sat at the first time she was here. The first time they met, held hands, and flirted. All gone, memories now. Nothing more. Maka slipped on the hoodie and drew up the hood, surrounding herself with the other's scent. She cried for hours, exhausting herself. As she started to drift to sleep, one name stayed on her lips. As if trying to will the other there. But she wasn't. Maka was alone, and she didn't know why.
In her hand, as she fell asleep, her phone showed a picture of the two of them together, happy and smiling.
