"Look at me." I growled.

The white-haired man glanced at me through his squinted eyes as hard as he could.

"I want to be the last thing you see before you die!"

This was it, I thought. Once I killed him, there would be no turning back.

One part of me said, do it. Do it, and this will be more justice for your father. Besides, lots of killers get killed themselves in revenge.

The other part acted like my own father, and Nolan.

"I wonder what your father might think of this? He'd probably wonder how his little girl got to such a point."

Nolan's aunt Carole's words echoed in the back of my head. Dad did not know what hit him. Why should I forgive them for destroying my last family?

The white-haired man choked and gagged under the axe handle I pressed firmly on his neck.

"You know what I love about you most? The way you love. Absolutely everything, and absolutely everyone. Tell me you're never going to lose that."

I'm sorry, dad. I lost it a long time ago.

Fuck it.

I pushed the axe down hard, crushing my father's killer's windpipe. He was dead.

He's dead, I told myself.

Wait.

Shit.

He's dead.

Dead.

Dead.

I'm a killer.

Oh, shut up. You were planning this for a week. You knew you'd kill him.

I'm no better than him.

Yes you are. Those thugs at the Initiative need to be taken down. It was time for this rotten skeleton to go.

There's no going back.

No going back.

But is there moving forward?

Casting the axe aside, I screamed out and grab my hair. Then, I really cried and screamed for the first time in forever. I finally freed Amanda Clarke and let her come to the surface.

"DADDY!" was the only word I could sensibly speak.

An arm touched me.

I screamed in fear and rolled over onto my back, readying myself for another fight. Did I kill him?

The hand caressed my cheek. I couldn't see his face.

Would the white-haired man do this?

Oh no. Is he about to-?

Wait.

I've felt this hand before.

The hand was callused and rough, toughened up from years of hard labor.

But how could he…?

No.

I'm going to kill you, Nolan.

"Jack…" I whispered.

He knelt down. I could finally see his face.

Another face came into the picture. It was Nolan. He knelt down by my other side as I stood up, hugging my knees and rocking back and forth.

What's wrong with these two? Haven't they noticed the dead body?

"Nolan…"

They both had looks of horror on their faces.

I tried to stand up, but my knees felt wobbly, so I wrapped my arms around my friends' necks. They helped me up. When I was able to stand, I faced Jack.

"Jack… I'm sorry… I couldn't…"

He shut me up by shoving his tongue down my throat.

I tasted salty tears and the faintest hint of whiskey as Amanda tore through Emily Thorne. When our kiss finally broke, I turned to Nolan and threw my arms around him.

"Ems…"

"No, Nolan."

I pulled Jack into the now group hug.

"It's Amanda. Emily Thorne no longer exists."