Edward was standing there, covered in another man's blood, eyes as cold as ice. Bella's fragile mind couldn't handle it. She didn't even know what she was doing, it was an automatic response, her mind had finally called it quits. She somehow knew what to do; it was a pre-programmed response. She had no formal training, or training of any kind, but she pulled the barrel of the AK to her mouth, pulled back the bolt, and clicked the safety off. The last decision Bella ever made first fired from a synapse in her brain. This synapse sent an electrical signal down her spinal cord and into the nerves in her finger. These nerves triggered the muscles, causing her finger to contract, painting the tree behind her with the nerve synapse that began the sequence. Full Circle. The End.