Thank you all for your continued support, lovely reviews, and abundant visits to my page and story! I am currently working on a longer one-shot, but in the meantime, I present this little drabble-like piece. This entry focuses on Theresa and Jay's feelings during the final moments of Phantom Rising, and I'm sure you know the rest.
mav·er·ick
an unorthodox or independent-minded person.
All this time, she had been a useless link. Everyone told her that she was getting stronger, but when she was really needed, her powers failed. She was just another pawn in the game. But now, she was done. It was ending. The gods couldn't play with them any longer. Their lives would be theirs again. They were just moments away from being normal, free-roaming teenagers. She felt the tingling powers coarse through her like an intoxicating buzz. Now she controlled their rigged destiny. The prey was now the predator, and she had no regrets. She won. It was over. The game was done with. In a matter of seconds, she would be free.
But Jay knew that in a matter of moments, she would be dead.