The pain was slowly spreading though my veins all I tried to make it up the last steps to the ending. The ending of a war between my family and the Edison Group. I've been running for months now, trying to get away from the Edison Group. All I ever wanted was my old life back. My old school, my old, crazy friends, and my carefree, never home father.

Bodies were everywhere I looked. The pain that was showing all over their faces as they were killed. So much war, violence, and blood that all could have been avoided. The winds were picking up speed as I was making my way up the steps to the end of all of this.

The feeling was spreading from the pit of my stomach to my chest. It was spreading faster as I took the last step to the end.

"I'm so glad you have joined us, Chloe"-Mr. Davidoff's voice finally broke the silence-"only if you joined earlier we could have more time to practice than chasing you down."

"Sorry, I didn't see from your point of view until now." My voice was numb and empty I was surprised at all of the coldness in it but didn't let it show on my face.

"It is time Marcel." Diane Enright's voice was so happy. I didn't understand why she was so happy; she just killed her own daughter. I could feel Tori's dead body and soul lying on the ground suffering.

Mr. Davidoff looked at me and I knew what signal he was giving off. I jumped onto the pillar, looking over the many fields of people who have or is dying or dead and concentrated.

I felt the ground quiver and split. I could hear the moans and the tearing of the ground as I forced it open. I could sense more and more sprits being pulled and forced into their rotted corpse. Hear the screams as I pulled and laughed at them.

"Good Chloe. Keep working. Pull all them in. bring them. Command them. Make them listen and understand!"Mr. Davidoff's voice was in the back ground as the screaming continue on.

I opened my eyes and looked at my work. What I saw gave me a flashback of what Derek use to tell me about necromancers. How they could raise the dead, control them, make them obey. A picture flashed before my eyes on that screen. A person standing on a hill looking out at all the zombies that were being put through hell because they think they deserve rest and peace after their years on this "dreadful" planet (as they call it).

My zombies. At my control. My slaves. Something that I control. Something that obeys. Something that is afraid of Chloe Saunders.

My army to control.