I am so weak. This new revelation stung. We all believe we'll be the last one standing, but the cold hard reality is that everyone dies. I am so weak. Soon my heart will stop, my organs will fail, and I will cease to be. I stared across the room unblinking, my eyes stinging from the blood that dripped down my brow, and a pair of dark eyes stared back. Even in my last moments, uncertainty gripped my chest, fear of the end coursed through my veins. I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. I decided to play a game where the consequence for losing was death, and now I was merely collecting my reward… Lost? I thought, the idea pouring anger over fear. I had come so close to a reward far beyond any of my expectations, and in mere moments everything I strived for will be lost. I opened my mouth, the blood dripping from my lips and wheezed "Mercy? I want nothing but death." The hunter's face filled with anger as he slowly walked towards me preparing to end my life. At least he would not win either.