Prologue:

The End of Everything

My opponent advanced on me, teeth bared, a snarl and growl rumbling in the back of her throat. I shifted into a crouch, feeling her anger and hatred radiating off of her. I heard a snarl and a hiss escape from my own mouth.

"So this is how it ends. My creator becoming my destroyer." I thought bitterly to myself.

I saw my life flash before me. Not just my afterlife, but my before-life as well. It seemed so long ago, like it was many lifetimes ago instead of just one. My parents, my sister, Mr. Thompson… faces that meant my entire existence to me.

Then I saw Peter and Charlotte's faces in my head. They were my family just as much as Mr. Thompson had been. On the subject of family, I thought of the others I had left. Their faces flashed in my mind, sharper because I remembered them better. The hurt and confusion the woman had felt when I left. The concern and care from the dark haired female who had saved me…

I decided then that I wasn't going to try to survive. I knew that if I got the upper hand, I wouldn't be able to kill my opponent. It would make me no better than her. But then what? I let her kill me? I let her go? It would never end.

So I did the same thing I did when I left home for the last time. I decided to let chance decide my fate.

With a snarl building up in my throat, I lunged at my charging attacker.