The end of the world. It's exactly how I thought it would be, but then, in other ways, it isn't. As I stand here, in the centre of a blazing inferno, I look around at the wastelands of the city that once thrived with population; New York city. The heat of hell scars my face, tearing through it until there nothing but bone, or muscle showing through. The fires scorch the land, and the waters dry up as demons dance with the flames. Yet it's nothing new to me. I've dealt with these my whole life, demons, ghosts, devil's. They're just another part of life. Because I'm no ordinary person; I'm a Seether. Born and bred to follow the will of fate, and time. But my accomplishment's and fatalities were in vain, because everything I've strived for has been lost. To be fair, it was lost from the very start. But in the distance, as I stare into the sands, and wisps' of fire, I see a silhouette. A figure of a man. And he's walking, straight towards me, at a pace. My first instinct; run away. My second; hide. My gut instinct; stay and fight, what your supposed to do. Is this the one I've been waiting for all these long years? Hoping for the outcome I wish for, I slowly walk forward on the cracked ground beneath my feet. I can feel my stones in between my toes as I pace steadily to the silhouette. And, as I get a few feet closer, the silhouette shocks me as I see a face. A face I wasn't expecting to see. One that I never thought I'd see again.
Ever.
And I come face to face with them, barely a metre between us. And I hear the man say to me:
"I told you so."
I guess staring at yourself and hearing those words startles you to say the least.
