This was based off a (IN-RP) discussion between me and my best friend. It was a role-play, and we went on to rp some more. This was before we role-played... It was what started it. It will seem confusing, but get clearer soon enough. Thanks for taking time to read it!

Some say creating a new beginning is refreshing- yet I think it can be sad to do. We all lose things, but what about all the things we cause others to lose?
Even the smallest entities we create, whether it be on paper or something other- carry a little piece of our being inside them, real or not. Sometimes... our
ideas can grow out of control...and then consume us completely. This is my story- no...yours and mine. Let us enjoy it together.

PROLOGUE - ( 0 )

"Life...or death...Give me one. Please."

"That... is up to you.."

He gave me a choice. One choice. We both had been through so much, our "characters" going through even more. Who knew that so much would come out of something that started out so small? I had finally been cornered by his monstrosities, and I was given that final decision.

His being had created monsters that tore through reality like a bad hurricane, striking at the innocent hearts of children and adults...it was almost like he enjoyed it. Killing off major characters and doing despicable things just to prove a stupid point. I went along like the stupid puppet I was- but look where being a tool has placed me...

I had tortured my characters and drove them through events that would destroy them in the end. I was a monster myself, and I didn't even seem to care...why would I? It was...all fun and games, right? Wrong. I knew it was too, but I didn't stop. I was sex crazed and hungry for blood- and soon I found myself asking why only AFTER everything went to hell.

Now, it was either me living on and all my characters being left behind...or the other way around.

So as he asked that last question calmly, I thought about it. Life or death...such a simple question. Or was it? The more I pondered, the more difficult finding an answer became. Would my subjects and characters forgive me? No...They were surely gone, dead or disabled. They didn't care, and I didn't need to either. Life was always difficult, but I guess I just wanted to be relieved from the constant stress of worrying about who lives or dies.

"Fine," I muttered, "Lets start anew."

He laughed, and I could imagine him shaking his head in disappointment. "And here I though you would do the noble thing..."

Fuck you... I thought angrily, There's always a "noble" thing, isn't there?! He continued, making me curl up what was left of my hand. I was no longer myself anyway, so it probably wasn't even human. "But...I guess a coward right until the end~" He chuckled, seeming quite satisfied. "A new beginning it is." I suddenly was filled with a sense of hate, mixed with sadness. I couldn't give a straight response, who in their right mind would? "I'm used to it." I blurted, "At least...At least I'll die what I was when I was born, r-right?~"

He gave me a look, and shook his head as if my response was not what he wished to hear. "Tsk tsk... But..." He began, "This reality will never truly die...Until I do."

With that, he gave me a smile I couldn't quite make out. He was right though... until one of us passed on, the ones we control would never really disappear. This might have been what troubled me the most if it wasn't for the fact that I tortured my own characters for pleasure. No one is perfect, but it was safe to say we were far from it. So after knowing that, I knew this was the final decision. I would say goodbye to my characters, and hope to start a new page to hide the bloodied chapters before it.

He finally gave me a long, cold stare, and muttered, "Have fun."

Everything went white- and I could still hear his icy voice. I could still feel his presence, following me along as we dove into another sad story.

"Are you proud?" I heard him say with a loud, bold tone. Was I? I had just been given the chance to save myself...or my creations... and I chose myself. It was my choice- wasn't it natural to be proud of my decisions? And yet, when I asked myself this...it felt so wrong to agree. It couldn't have been greed, it was SURELY intelligence! Whatever happened before that, I would try to forget.

Now it was finally time to make up for those previous sins.

"I am proud... but..." I paused for a moment, then resumed steadily, "I wonder...what awaits me in this New Reality?"

Thank you for reading! Chapter one is a work in progress, and will be worked on usually after I come home from school, sometimes before I go to school as well. I'd appreciate a review to improve, as I DO try my hardest when I write.

Anyways, thats all for this part... expect a good first chapter!