Summary: And so the cycle continues. Another failure, another task redone. I knew that this was my destiny. Many had failed before me, but I would not. I would stop Wyatt, or die trying.
"You can study those things until your eyes pop out, it's not going to help," Peyton said, scratching at a speck of dirt stuck inside of a glass.
Six different entries had been created from past attempts, six different cycles had ended in failure. Not again, I promised myself. I hated every pang that coursed through my body as I read about another failed mission. I couldn't stand learning of the attempts of a brother who had long since been lost. How many more had to die because of him.
"I won't fail," I whispered.
Peyton stopped to stare at me for a moment. "Mel, maybe this isn't a good idea," he said for the eighth time since I had told him my plan.
"And do nothing? You just want to keep living in this hell?" I nearly screamed.
"Do you really just want to be number seven?" Peyton asked discouraged. "I just don't want you to die."
"I'm dead anyway," I mumbled. "Unless I can stop Wyatt, we all are."
So this was super short, but I mostly just wanted to see what kind of audience I was attracting before I continued. Please Review.