First of all I would like to thank two of my reviewers, Maurice and Lord Destryuk for helping to get me motivated about this story! It reminded me that there were actual people reading and enjoying this, wanting me to right more. Thanks again!

I had stopped running from the people, as a horrifying realisation dawned onto me.

You really are an abomination.

Of course I was. All I had ever done in life was kill, and it had all started with my little sister. If she hadn't begged me to kill her- if she had only been a little stronger- none of this carnage could have ever happened.

And it truly wasn't a wonder as to why there were so many things wrong with me. I am an unnatural beast. My insanity was bound to break at one point or another, even if my sister never died.

In all honesty, I truly do regret all the deaths I caused. The fact that I could still taste the blood of my very own creator disgusted me. It's a burden I will have to carry on me for the rest of my life. All the things I killed will haunt me until my death.

But that doesn't mean I won't stop fighting for my life.

Everything, and everyone is against me, and I can perfectly see why if I looked at things from their point of view. But I will never give up. Even if I do deserve to die in their opinion, that doesn't mean I want such a thing to happen, and it certainly doesn't mean it has to happen.

I will break through every single obstacle the human race throws at me. No matter what it is, I will never stop fighting, even if my death is inevitable.

But, inside, I could hear my subconscious voice speak:

What am I?

Am I nothing more than an abomination,

Who must suffer simply because she exists?

Am I nothing more than an organism,

created for another species entertainment?

Why must my life be so meaningless?

I truly don't know why...

I wish I wasn't so worthless,

But that was something that could never change.

'No,' I growled to myself.

'No!'

I am not worthless, even if I had no reason to my life. Others may see me as a monster who's life was valueless, but they were just wrong! I just couldn't understand why they created me. I think that I was probably created for their pleasure, but there had to be a different reason. Something that actually gave my life some worth. Even if no other creature see's the worth or purpose in my life, my only wish is to know the truth about me. To know the unknown.

I don't care if the rest of my life consists of running from those who want to kill me.

I don't care if the rest of my life consists of hiding from anything that could harm me.

I will never give up,

and I will never stop searching to discover the truth.

Sorry this is a short chapter! I just hope that it wasn't too short. Also this chapter sounds a bit like the final chapter, but it's not, so stick around!