A few steps. That is what is in this very moment, separating me from God, or at least, the remnants of what once used to be God. The dress that was once white and pink, tainted by the color of darkness, the once innocent and genuine smile now became something twisted, a mere shadow of what it once was. Ten steps now. I can feel every single part of my body filled with energy, the energy of those that are gone, the energy of the four that could stop her, but were killed, phisycally or mentally, by God. Nine steps. I can see the possibilities of what may happen right here and now, if she kills me, all is doomed, if I win, I will be forced to take her place, or at the very least, find another tortured soul to take it, and even if it pains me, I will do it, there is no other choice. Eight steps. I stand my hand, and from the nothingness of space a sword forms at my hand before I grasp it, my breathing slow and controlled as Kaname Madoka stepped forward. Seven steps remain. I could also hear a soft sobbing coming from the corners of my mind, a faint voice of what was once the one that did everything to stop God from facing a horrible death over and over, yet, because of her actions, all of this is happening, Akemi Homura is her name. Six steps. I start to hear the sobbing of the lovers that were murdered as a simple idea of a joke by Madoka, thinking that now she is everything, she could toy with their minds, and force one to kill the other, Miki Sayaka and Sakura Kyouko. Five steps are left. My hand grasps the sword hilt tightly, I can feel all the energy of not only my Jewel, but from those four also resonating along with mine, making the sword's blade shift and change forms as its energy grows even stronger with each step. Four steps. I can hear the faint calling of the first one to go, the one that first allowed me to unleash more of my power, the first one that had its jewel taken by me after her death, Tomoe Mami. Three steps before it is over. No sound can be heard, the world at the brink of chaos only stays in silence as I approach its God, its reason for panic and death, and even my name started to escape my thoughts as I keep walking, focusing on the sole objective that I had in front of me. Two steps remain. Emiya Amaha, that is my name, the name that started to leave my thoughts as only the power that I needed to defeat Madoka focused on my hands and my sword. The final step. The sword I held was brought forward as she pulled her bow, her right hand placed on its string as she did so. One hit, one death, one God. This all will be solved now, and the four souls I carry with me will weep for the rest of eternity or I will become God, no matter the result, all of us will pay a dear price, and I know it must be done.

(AN: This is an attempt of mine into the world of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. It will only become a continuous story if it has a good first feedback.)