All Chapters of Soul Eaters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I know you are wondering at this point when it'll start moving along and when I will start to finally explain how things got so bad. Just bear with me it'll happen sooner than you think. I hated waiting rooms at the doctor's office. They were always so cheerful and brightly lit that you ended up wanting to tear a wall down by the time the nurse called you back. Watching a cough rack my son's tiny body, did not make this time any better. I pulled his head on my lap and began running my fingers over the little brown curls as I watched the TV. The sound was down but someone had turned the captions on, so I was able to keep up with the story even though it lagged a bit. The news program was about the virus epidemic that was sweeping the nation. According to the reporter, this contagious virus was dropping people like flies all around the world. The hospitals were overflowing with the sick and doctors didn't know what to make of it. There had even been several reports of extreme cases wh

I looked down and there was a solid silver chain with a beautiful black stone hanging off it. In the center of the stone was a brilliant yellow star that caught the sunlight just perfectly, so it seemed to twinkle and dance. I looked back up at the woman in amazement, but she had vanished. My gaze swung around the street and over by the river that separated the school from the farmlands. Although, there was no sign as to where she had come from or where she went. The wall that had been keeping me upright suddenly disappeared and I fell on my butt with a hard thud. Looking behind me I realized there had never been a wall there and assumed that it had been my own mind that had prevented me from moving further back. A glint from the silver chain caught my eye and I picked it up gingerly as if it were a hot rock about to burn me. After all, it was rather warm as if it were heated from the inside out. I turned the stone this way and that, staring at the beauty of it in awe. The yellow star

An unearthly bellow from the other side of the field stopped my victory dance short and was a harsh reminder that I needed to get out of here. I raced back to the truck and was about to jump in when I heard a scream from inside the school. My heart dropped to my stomach as I thought of all those kids in there. I looked in the back seat and saw that Marcus and Melissa were huddled together right next to Johnathan's car seat. Johnathan was looking paler by the second, but I took heart in the fact that his chest was still rising. I stared at Marcus for a moment trying to decide what I wanted to do and what the right thing to do was. I think he must have read my mind because he looked down at Melissa then shook his head desperately, begging me not to go. I spied my cell phone on the seat and an idea came to mind. I ripped open the truck door and tried to ignore the sounds coming from behind me. I hopped in and grabbed the phone hoping that this call to 911 would go a lot better than my la

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked once again still having a hard time believing that this wasn't some trick. Acting very much older than his five years, he rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mom, I'm fine."As further proof, he began to wiggle out of my grip, but I grabbed his arm before he could get too far away from me. "No, baby, we need to get back to the truck," I said standing up and pulling him back to the cab. "But I wanna go get my toy!" he whined. "I know, baby, but daddy's really sick right now and he's not being very nice," I tried to explain to him. "I promise I'll be very quiet!" he said hopefully as he gave me his best puppy dog face. "I know you would. But we can't, we have to leave. Maybe we have a toy in the truck for you to play with." "Mom, is Johnathan okay?" Marcus asked anxiously peeking his head out the truck door. "Yes," I reassured him. "That was some cold, huh?"I nodded my head in agreement then checked on Melissa as she hid in the corner watching everythin

The knife was not very big, hardly over four inches, but it was big enough that a steady stream of blood poured down my leg and pooling on the ground. A scuffle of feet gave away the owner of the knife as he scooted out from under a car and raced towards the building. Unfortunately, this caught the creature's attention and before I could do anything, it was leaping off the nearest car and tackling the man, taking him down in no time flat. It proceeded to pin him down and do whatever it was they did. When my leg gave out, I hit the concrete hard and jarred the wound in my leg, causing even more damage. I whimpered and grasped the handle desperately. Even with the knowledge that I shouldn't touch it, I couldn't stop myself; I wanted it out now. Gingerly I laid back against the nearest car and straightened my legs out in front of me. Grasping the handle even more firmly, I took a few bracing breaths and bit my lip to stifle the cry of agony that would burst out once I began. In one swi