A/N Alright, here's the third installment. Remember, in all there are only five of them, so this little figment of imagination that who knows how I came up with will not go on too much longer. Sorry!
Grace Razi
A teenage girl sat on the top of a slide in a desolate playground on the outskirts of the city, with a journal and pen in hand. Anybody would look and see a girl writing in her journal of sorts, but what was inside this journal was something that was far from what any of them would expect.
Grace, 17, dreamed of a different world. A world in which she was the ultimate ruler. Not a god, of course not, just a king of sorts. One that nobody would dare oppose. She would rule from her headquarters in the Buckingham palace, the only castle standing in this new world. And those horrible red eyes, those eyes that followed her dreams, that were around every corner, in every moment of her life, those terrible red eyes, would cease to exist. Even when she blinked, they were there, behind her eyelids, as if branded there by hot iron.
Suddenly, she heard a slight movement behind her. Clutching her notebook to her chest, her eyes widened as a scream peirced the air; her last moment in this world. Her last second before those all too familiar red eyes became the last thing she ever saw.