Anne's POV

I stood not far from Stein as Lord Death had peered at us. He let out a low sigh and I rose a brow. "You wanted to see us Lord Death?" Stein asked. Lord Death nodded and Spirit looked down. I glanced at Stein to see his jaw was clenched. I looked back at Lord Death and Sid walked out with Naigus and Justin.

"Weapon Anne Perry. You are sentenced to a life in the DWMA dungeon because you had consulted with a witch." Lord Death said. Stein looked at me and my heart sank. "You did what?" he asked lowly. I looked at him. "It was the only way I could get you home safe and sound." I said. He watched as his own weapon was chained and led away.

I glanced back at him and sighed. "Now there is another person that hates me. Let us add more to the pile shall we?" I thought. I caught one more glance from Stein. I was dragged out and by the look in his eyes. He was dissapointed, ashamed, saddened, pissed, and even guilty. All of that was rolled into his green eyes that were once tired looking. But to me, they were beautiful.

When they let me at the dungeon and I was chained to the floor that could reach the bed and toilet. But it also aloud me to pace if i needed. I sat on the cold cememnt floor in the dark for what felt like hours before I heard whimpering from next door. I tuned into that because it was the only interesting thing here.

"Ragnarok stop it. You're hurting me." I heard. I rose a brow. Ragnarok? I thought and scooted to the wall to listen. "Shut up I told you you're such a big baby Crona!" I heard and a few more punches. "You always do this stop it." the other, named Crona said. I was leaning on the wall when my thoughts were interupted by a tray sliding into the cell. I picked my feet up against me and looked. It smelled good. No doubt Marie made it.

I do not think she likes me much. Especially because of that crush she has had on Stein. I gritted my teeth at the thought. Is this...Jelousy? No! I cannot get jealous of a woman I barely know. Even if she does have a thing for my meister. Goddammit all! I punched the wall. I sighed and looked at my hand. I sighed and looked at the floor. "Crona did you hear that?" I heard. I listened and heard a bit of shuffiling.

"Yeah. What do you think it is?" he asked. I looked at the wall to try and see the person. "Why not find out?" Ragnarok said. "O-ok.." there was a pause. "H-Hello?" I heard. I smiled a bit but sighed and looked down. "I said Hello." I heard again. I sighed and ignored it. For the mood I was in I surely did not want to talk to any one. No matter if there is a cement wall between us.

I looked at my food and thought. If Marie did make it. I will not eat it. It is not like I need to eat anyway. I have no meister to protect. No life to live. Not while i am in this cell. I sighed and stood and went to lay on the bed. I heard footsteps down the hall and sighed. "Anne?" I heard. I glanced but sat down. "it's me Maka." I heard. I sighed and bit my lip.

Why does she want to see me? Someone who commited treason. I sighed and turned to the door a bit. I saw her outline of her face. Her green eyes glew as she looked at me. She looked at my soul. "Now I know it is you." she paused. "I know you are stuck here but I want to still be your friend. Even your neighbor Crona." she smiled and looked down the hall. She turned back to me. "But for now you need to eat. You do need your strength. Just because you're here does not mean you need to give up. Stein would not approve would he?" she asked. I shot up and looked at her.

I marched as far as I could. "Why would he care about what happens to me He let me down here with out a single word of argument. So why would he care about what happens to me in this dammned cell?!" I said. She sighed. "Anne I am sure he did argue." she said. "But you never heard it? Is that correct or am I assuming? Because I can be positive that I would hear him all the way down here." i said and sat back down. "Now if you will leave me in peace. I do not want any visitors. Not now....Not ever." I said.

She nodded and said a quick goodbye before she walked off. I heard Soul say something as they left. "How un-cool." he said. I chuckled a bit and looked at the ceiling as I laid down. How very un-cool of me, huh? But alas that is what I am good at. Being alone along with un-cool, a nerd, a loser, pathetic. Everything no one wants to be through their teenage years. But that is the sad story of Anne Perry. But who would want to hear it anyway? No one that is just who. So for now I think I will sleep away all the things i get to look forward to down here. And go back to a reality that I once belonged to.