Author's Note: And here it is. The end of it all. Just something small and poignant, something to end it all just as it began. I hope you guys all enjoyed Shadows as much as I did. Writing it was awesome. I loved watching it evolve so many ways. You guys can't imagine how many times this story changed in plot. And most of the reasons why it changed was because of all the awesome conversations I got to have with all of you. So thank you. This was your story.

Many thanks to the loyal readers and reviewers. You're the best. And you best believe I'm not going anywhere. I've got more lined up and waiting to be polished and posted.

So, without further ado, please read and enjoy and leave a nice review. :)

Disclaimer: It's my plot, but the rest is Nolan's.

People who do not care about the consequences to their actions can be the coldest, the most cruel in the world.

The can be the most passionate, driven humans in the world. Sometimes our brightest, our most talented. But it is their passion and that single-minded drive that can poison their own minds, giving them tunnel vision. Blacking out the world around them.

The world, which can see each and every action and either watch in wonder or horror as they are played out. The world which is affected by the ripples by these actions the people commit.

We are often attracted to these people who exert such passion and seemingly pure power. This leads into following blindly, without question or doubts.

The people who blaze forward in their intent do not care if they break peoples' wills.

If they destroy lives.

Change personalities.

Instill new fears.

All that matters to them is the end. Whatever means they use to reach the end, the idealized checkered flag, are just that. The means. The bricks on the road to success.

Sometimes, people can just be overcome by the idea of success and the thrill of passion. The rush of adrenaline and potential.

But most are overcome with the degree of sociopathic possession.

The glint in our eyes that sends the chill down our spines. Raises the hair on our arms and the back of our necks.

That seed of mania grows like a weed around the minds of these people, choking off rationality and dragging them down a spiral.

The single idea that consumes people can fester with this possession and not even loved ones or the simple things in life can deter someone from their rage.

The people who do not care, only care about one thing.

That single thought that resonates within them.

Revenge.

Hate.

Lust.

Whatever it is, it is their air, their sustenance, and it is the last thing they are able to think of before death overcomes them.

A/N: The end. And cue a sigh of relief.

Like I said, I hope all of you enjoyed the story. I'll see you around in my next one. Keep my on author alert so you know! ;)

Much love, itakethewords.