*[Start of Recording] Right uh, first voice recording. Just a little while ago I’ve kicked things off, and already multiple responses, guess that’s the glory of the modern age don’t need to wait. At the time there are four Incarnations, random people from random places as expected. First up we got “Princess”, let’s see… oh hell she’s just a kid. Ten years old and just in grade school, has a mom but no dad it looks like, damn rough at that age, but afraid its only going to get worse. Grandparents have a strong presence, which is bad since means more losses for the girl. Princess lives a stable life despite a one parent household, mom does have a decent job so that helps. Yeah, its going to be so hard on that family, Princess might not be the only death at any rate…* *[Audible Sigh] Well so far pretty depressing, alright next on the roster is “Ice Queen.” Huh well this is interesting, heiress to FTC, you know that huge tech corp. Queen looks to be quite accomplished topped everything most of her life, dominated in school, had main roles in a bunch of different productions, and uh yeah pretty sizable list here, least to say she is a huge name in the high-society circles. Queen does fall flat in one area, that being a recluse and just overall doesn’t care about keeping a positive image, Ice Queen looks like the perfect identity for her. All I can say is I do not want to be part of whatever goes down when she’s gone, well not quite gone of course not that anyone else would know.* *Number three is... oh come on the hell what is this, "A True Pro Gamer." Ok well he's another kid, although at seventeen its not nearly the same as Princess' case. Not a lot I can say about this Gamer, uh… other than a somewhat impressive career as a professional gamer, didn’t even know that’s a thing must be getting old or something, he’s pretty meh overall when it comes to anything else, seems the kid lacks any real drive outside cementing himself on top of the gaming scene. Oh here’s something, Gamer has Multiple Personality Disorder, hell knows its going to be rough keeping track of one’s self during what he’s about to go through, probably gonna be worse for him by ten fold. Sizable family, two siblings, both parents are there, and grandparents are listed so they must be around pretty often. Don’t think there’ll be too much when Gamer bites it, although media might really jump the on death of someone Internet famous as him, I can see it now “Video Games Kill High School Student: Professional Gamer” or something like that, clearly I’m not into journalism.* *God I’m scared by what the last Incarnation is, oh neat identity at least “A Friendly Wolf” what can be so friendly about a wolf anyway? Another kid, sixteen years of age, she has a fairly aggressive reputation for sure a tomboy through and through. Heh, alright seems we got a real fighter here took karate from the young ripe age of eight years old, did pretty well rising though belts all things considered. If I were to pin anyone taking death well its gonna be Wolf here, smaller family as well just dad and a brother really, aunt is present but from the looks of things she doesn’t have a lot of say in the daily life of Wolf. She’s probably going to go real quiet, although might be surprised considering with the near simultaneous deaths with the other Incarnations.* *Ok this concludes the first report, Incarnations are active and its all about waiting at this point. If I’m right, hopefully the math is kinda sketchy, progression can be expected by the end of tomorrow. Signing off now, need to get some sleep. [End of Recording]*

[Start latest mental conversational status report] *....what the hell ? You're calling it a "status report" now? What kind of sick twisted scientist are you? At least Psycho over there is fun to talk to and everything!* That would be because you're both insane people, not because I am some kind of scientist. On the contrary, I hate scientists, and we all know this. **Ya know bro, maybe you should just chill the fuck out and get on with ure life, insteadah wastin time up in 'ere. I got this place under control fur nowh. [A sword is heard being unsheathed in this mental area]....in fact , why dontcha just go back to gettin through this stupid school day. We're all bored with this incompetence anyways.** *Agreed. We're kinda done here, so can't you just go ahead and get Ana to either like you, or let you read for a while. I mean, that weird questionnaire thing was more exciting than this day.* ....That would be because it's Monday. Perhaps if you both would just shut up , then I could go back to reading and remove ourselves from this annoying world. **Heh, alrighty. Fine bah me, jus' make sure Tah get some fightin in later. I'm just itchin Tah kick some noobs ass.** *I could go for some writing time as well. Very well, moving on with "our" life.* [Mental sigh]....Sometimes I wish I just came with an 'off' switch. Anyways, back to Math....tsch. Only 5 more hours till I can get back and login again. Well, maybe I'll have a productive day, ya know? After all, fillin out random questions from random sources is ALWAYS normal....oh what the hell, screw cautious for today. We're outta coca cola anyways.... [End of current Mental Report]

Lexi grimaced, school sucked, although everyone probably agreed with that, even the teachers seemed to want to be somewhere, anywhere, else. Doodling in the corner of her notebook Lexi drowned out the teacher, who was droning on about something or other, she had completely lost track of what by now. She glanced forward three rows and one to the left, where a boy sat, short dark hair to mach her own. Her mood brightening immediately, she ripped the half finished soccer ball out of the corner of her book and, screwing it up, flicked it at Max, who was paying the utmost attention to the teacher, like the good little boy he was. The paper ball flew true and Max swung his head round in surprise, glaring at Lexi for all he was worth. She grinned back impishly; _I’ll take you on anywhere, anytime, brother. _

*"Catch me if you can!"* Ferra called out with a shrill scream following behind it, she took off running across the playground, wood chips splashing up as her black mary janes were caked in dirt. **"You're too fast Ferra!"** another young voice called back, voice exhausted. The other young girl held her sides watching Ferra take off like it was nothing. Full of life and energy. Ferra stopped shortly noticing she wasn't being chased anymore. *"Aww."* The girl groaned, turning around and walking to her friend. *"Sorry Amy."* she admitted, giving her a hug. Amy returned the gesture, and the two giggled. *"You wanna swing instead?"* Ferra suggested, and Amy nodded in return. The two made their way to the swing set and began pumping their legs to swing higher and higher. There was something about the moment you hit the top and your bottom left the swing's seat that made a person felt weightless. The two friends swung in silence, enjoying the brisk air and the excitement of being able to have recess every day. Suddenly various whistles came from playground monitors signaling that it was time to go inside. Ferra took the risk and hopped from the top, landing on her feet with grace, while Amy took her time until the swing came to a full stop before she slipped off the seat. *"You know, you can jump off like me!"* Ferra said, as the two began to walk towards the school together. **"I know, I just don't want to."** Amy said in return, shaking her head towards the girl's suggestion. Ferra grinned, tucking a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear. *"We'll be friends forever Amy."* the young girl piped as they reached the doorway, **"I hope so."** Amy said, opening the door for them to go through. The two of them continued back to their homeroom where class would continue on as normal. The two best friends sat next to one another and continued on with their day. Amy wanting to just go home already, and Ferra excited to have her dance recital later that night. *"Are you coming to my recital tonight Amy?"* Ferra whispered as the teacher spoke of multiplication tables. **"Maybe."** Amy said, trying to ignore Ferra while she was learning. *"Ask your parents when they come get you Amy, I want you to see me dance!"* the young girl whispered a little louder than meant to, and the teacher shook her head, shushing the two girls. After a few minutes, a voice could be heard again *"Amy"* Ferra whispered, and was ignored this time. It wasn't worth it to get in trouble for Amy. *"Hmph!"* Ferra grunted as she now attempted to pay attention to the teacher's lesson plan, at least for now.

Laura started off her day in the usual fashion: breakfast served in her room's balcony. The sun shone brightly over the deep blue ocean, clouds looking like pieces of fluffy cotton on the morning sky, soft breeze keeping Laura comfortably refreshed. She watched the constant movement of the waves while taking bites of her scrambled eggs with sausage and toast, the strawberries of her small bowl, and taking sips of the richest coffee money could buy. Laura's meals always happened in this balcony, and she considered them as one of life's biggest pleasures. Her bodyguard Nathan opened one of the glass doors to let somebody inside the balcony. Laura had a fair guess as to who it might be, seeing as Nathan had an order from her to only allow a few specific people to interrupt her in this time, and none of them even bothered to. Of course, there was only one of the few who paid no attention to Laura's wishes of having a peaceful, stress-free breakfast. It was the same person who had never paid attention to Laura unless it was beneficial for herself. "I just wanted to say good morning!" Lurieth said in the cheerfully hypocritical tone she used to keep appearances, walking into the balcony and standing beside Laura. Laura took a long sip of her coffee. "Since when do you ever drop by to say something so superfluous, Mother?" she replied coldly, not even bothering to look at her. "Alright," Lurieth said, dropping her cheerfulness and taking on the brisk tone she'd always used with Laura. "Your father is asking for some of your precious time to run by the details of your coming-of-age ball." Slowly, Laura turned her attention from the glorious view to place her icy glare upon Lurieth. Her mother was as flawless as always in a casual, bright yellow, spaghetti strapped Diane von Furstenberg dress with nude peep-toe Christopher Louboutin heels. Her latest gift from her husband Julius was also part of her ensemble: a diamond and white gold necklace and earring duo. With her shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and ever-young face (thanks to the help of plastic surgery, though Lurieth would never admit to it), Lurieth looked like the perfect definition of materialistic. "I thought I clearly expressed my disagreement with any kind of activity. And I also wonder who is really the one who's time is precious, seeing as I don't see Father here asking me this himself." Lurieth gave an exasperated sigh. Laura always made her feel this way. "Laura, don't give me a hard time. Just give everything an okay and let your father know before the end of this week." she snapped, turning around to leave before her daughter could even reply. "I'll tell him to send you an e-mail with whatever it is he wants to know. Your dress fitting is scheduled for 3 PM sharp." And with that, Nathan opened the door once again and Lurieth was gone. _Just what I wanted, another useless social event in which I have to pretend to like everybody..._ Laura thought, turning her gaze back to the ocean. She once again continued to sip her coffee, now in hopes that the warm liquid and fantastic view could help erase her growing frustration.

Andrew was moving on with his day: Just getting to all the good parts. Like 5th hour band with his friends Ana and Otto. That was the second best time of his entire day. Other than the 6 to 16 hours he would spend Gaming and Reading when he got home of course. And the nighttime. Other than those, this was the best time of his whole day. He got to be with his two best friends who were also close friends with each other, they all had similar sense of humor, and above all? He got to spend time with his best friend and his cr-*Love Interest I believe you mean*(....no, I meant cr-)**Dream Girlfriend right there, heh**....(Right then....ANYWAYS) And that was the hour that made *most* of the school day worth it. I mean, dealing with subjects as boring as **Math, English, and Study Hall**, and the people *Imbilices who fail to control their minds and more likely than not, their bodies too*, just made his day the type of Living Hell that made him * **Hate** * normalacy. *I would find it perudent to take a seat already and stop standing there looking like the idiot you are. It's not good of you for letting your apperence drop for even a moment while in public after all.* **I agree, get over tah the cute chick who could run mental circles around ya, ya assholic dumbass!** (....I get this ever most distinctive feeling that somehow my self-loathing has passed on to the two of you as well....) *It most likely has. Your fault.* **Heh, what the Robot said!** (....I hate you both.) *I must regretfully refuse your Advances, seeing as I have no wish for any romantic entanglement at the moment.* **Bro, ya can go fuck yourself, cause I sure as hell ain't gunna be the one tah do it.** (....) Andrew shook his head and went to sit with Ana and Otto, and enjoy an hour of laughs, giggles, fun, and mock horror with his closest people in life, besides his team that is. They quickly got down to sharing the best that they had found. Ana sharing her magical posts and pictures, most likely off of random Internet searchs, Otto with his iFunny finds, and Andrew himself with his stories of compLexity antics and general stories from his past day. Eventually, the fun had to end, and Andrew had to move on, going to lunch to get himself something small to eat to keep himself from starving till he was back home. (Home. What a funny description of our House). *Agreed* **....** After school had finally let out, and he had brought up his garbage and recycling bins from the curb once he got off the bus, he brought in the mail and headed inside- the call of his Laptop was too much to resist for him. Finding the doorway empty, he quickly heard the sounds of his mother asleep upstairs in her room. She'd most likely be out for hours. (Sweet, completely Free time). Once he had gotten out of his shoes, put down the mail, and grabbed the required pop and chocolate bar, he booted up his computer, watching as the login screen came up, and with quick hands- opened his computer and the connections it offered him once again. Like a giant just awakening, the power of his Windows 7 laptop started up, slowly getting to its feet, and he immediately brought up League of Legends once his computer was moving again. His reality awaited him. And he'd be damned before he willing parted so easily from it.

*[Start of Recording] [Audible Yawn] Woke up pretty late tonight, uh yeah quick glace at the clock shows its noon already, should cut back on those post-midnight sessions... got myself some toast and coffee straight up black, the kick makes it worth it. Anyway where did my professionalism go, second voice recording here. Since last night, or er early morning, another Incarnation was activated this should be the last one but, as always fate can be unpredictable might end up with an extra one, who can say?* *[Humming] Right, we got "The Star Child" lot of weird identities here to be frank, why can we have more friendly wolves? Child is pretty bland overall, not a whole lot I can say about her. A high school graduate, barely has a job working at some fast food joint, though been saving up for college. She has almost no family to speak of, mom isn't even a blood relative, seems Child was found somewhere in the northern region of the states. I'll have to admire her determination to at least make something out her life, college is a noble enough aspiration, shame that's never going to become a reality. Child is a nobody to put it bluntly, I expect to hear nothing about her death at least by itself.* *That's it for today's report if nothing happens at least, I do need to stay back and keen an eye on them, the Incarnations don't have too much time left, unless something major comes up there's no field work today. Signing off. [End of Recording]*

Lexi was frowning again; she seemed to be doing that a lot lately, probably because her aunt was staying for a week, and that meant lectures day in, day out. Her eyes wandered round the room and alighting on Max, she smiled. Max always cheered her up, even just by being there. Lexi had no clue why that was, possibly because of his carefree attitude, but most likely it was because, to her Max meant that she wasn’t alone, they had always been together, and would hopefully be for a long time. Max feeling her gaze, turned to look at her, he didn’t need to search for who it was, there was a choice of two people, the teacher, and Lexi. Five minutes till bell, and Lexi couldn’t wait to get out. Four, she gathered her books. Three, zipped up her bag. Two, wrapped her jumper round her waist. One … the bell had barely made a peep, and Lexi had leapt from her seat, bounding down the aisles between the desks and grabbing Max by the collar, dragging him and his half full bag out the door and across to the gate, whirling out like a hurricane, before the bell had finished ringing. “… Slow … down…” Max gasped, freeing himself from Lexi’s grip, and staggering a few paces away, panting for breath. “Oh, sorry.” She grinned, “I’ll walk you home.” Max groaned audibly, aunt Jen would be home, but no dad to keep her occupied. “Or you could come with me,” Lexi offered, “I’m sure Sensei won’t mind you watching.” “Even though I dropped out before I even graded once?” Max queried. “Yeah, come on, It’ll be fine. We can just say that there’s no one at home and you wanted to come with me.” Lexi proclaimed, striding ahead. Max hurried to keep up. “But that’s lying!” Turning round and walking backwards Lexi sighed, “Fine, you just want to watch. Happy?” And seeing Max nod she twirled back round, “Come on, I don’t want to be late.” Max sighed, Lexi was so hard to understand sometimes he thought, and dashed to catch up.

Mari yawned. She'd been up half the night before sitting on the roof of her mom's house. It was one of her last nights there. All that was left to move to her new apartment was her heavy furniture to be moved out today by a local movie company. She sat up on her bed and folded the borrowed bedding as she got ready for work. She changed into her uniform and put her pajamas into a paper bag. '_Why am I even doing this? Is there a point. I mean, I know the basic answer is to move out, and the traditional 'spread my wings' kind of thing, but is there really a point to all of this? Living? What is life?_' she pondered as she tended to do on a daily basis. She could only keep asking herself that as she grabbed her purse and stepped out the door, hugging her mother good bye as she always did. '_The point of affections is to show that one cares. The point of caring is to show that one is satisfied with one's self enough that they can help others feel satisfied about themselves,_' she reminded herself as she began the trek by foot to the bus stop.

The school bell rang with a dull sound through out the sounds of the elementary school. In the next couple years Ferra would be in the junior high, but for now these four brick walls were home away from home. *"Amy! Don't forget to ask your parents!"* the young girl called after her friend as she packed her homework into her backpack. Amy had already gone, out of ear shot of Ferra's plead. *"Dang it! I hope she heard me."* Ferra said zipping up her bright purple backpack, waiting for her mom to come pick her up. She hadn't. Amy usually took the bus, but Ferra's mother felt she was too small and immature for that yet. Maybe in a few years. Popping her head in the door Francine waved to her daughter, getting a huge cheeky grin in return. The two gave a hearty squeeze, and light kisses along their cheeks. **"How was your day my sweet Ferra?"** Francine asked her daughter as they walked to the car, hand in hand. *"Today was good, Amy I played on the swings and we played tag for a little bit. I asked her if she wanted to come to my dance recital, but she didn't seem like she wanted to come."* she pouted to her mom, as they reached the doors, popping them open as they got in and fastened their seat belts. Ferra placed her backpack on the floor, taking out her tablet to play as they headed towards her grandparent's before the recital that night. **"Well, I'll call Amy's parents when we get to papa and mema's house."** Francine assured her daughter as they took off down the road. *"GOOD!"* Ferra exclaimed, turning on the tablet and beginning to play a dress up game she had downloaded yesterday.

Laura was finally free. The dress fitting had only taken a quarter of an hour, but it had been much more than that. The accessories had to selected, and it took sometime to get in touch with the designers appointed to each piece. It had been a delight when the attendant told her everything was taken care of and that she was to come back that Thursday for the last fitting before the ball. In the backseat of the Rolls Royce that served as her transportation, she finished planning her own birthday gift: a trip to Dubai. Her jet would leave the afternoon after the ball, and she was scheduled to stay at the Burj Al Arab's Royal Suite for five days and four nights. The hotel was considered the most luxurious in the world, the price of a night costing $18,716. Since she was to gain access to her father's fortune that day before her trip, the budget would be unlimited. Laura planned to go all-out on herself. Once she had arrived home, Laura hurried to her bedroom. She threw herself on the king bed like a child, where she remained for a few minutes before reaching for the gold iPad on her nightstand. Her father's e-mail was marked as a priority on her inbox. She opened it and scanned through it. Laura downloaded all of the attached files, and made a call to the kitchen staff to send someone with a snack. The young woman waited until her maid had brought her some Amedei Porcelana chocolate mousse before she focused her attention back to the ball plans.

“Yame” The word rang throughout the hall. Twenty people stopping what they were doing, kicks, punches, blocks, and counters, halfway to their target. The chaos of sparring pairs reformed into two lines facing each other and, on the Sensei’s command, bowed and shook hands. Lexi bounded across the hall to where Max was sitting, patiently waiting for the end of the lesson. Collapsing on the bench next to him she started peeling off her, now sweaty, pads and mitts. “Arhhgh” Max recoiled from the stench, “You stink worse than the garbage.” “Ai uo knot!” Lexi exclaimed and then, fishing her mouth guard out, she repeated indignantly, “I do not!” Max just smiled one of those knowing smiles. “Right well, you stay there and I’ll go get changed.” Lexi grabbed her bag and headed off to the girls bathroom. She of cause, being Lexi, would have quite happily changed right there and then in the hall, however some of the other club members had voiced their opinions of this and so she, being nice, left to get changed. When she came back, bowing in at the door, Lexi had swapped her crisp white GI for a pair of lose khaki three quarter pants and a grey tee-shirt, her hoodie wrapped round her waist and a glinting silver dog tag round her neck. Saying the usual goodbyes, and thank-yous, Lexi and Max headed home, strolling along the footpath, chatting about random things; dinner, their aunt, school. It happened as they reached the main road; Lexi was slowing down as the adrenalin wore off, and Max, ever grateful, was keeping pace. The bike came up fast, shoving them out the way before they even knew what was happening. Max fell onto the grass by the footpath, but Lexi toppled out onto the road. It was just bad luck that a car, one of those big four-wheel drive things, was speeding up at just as she scrambled to her feet, smashing her legs out from under her, her body flying forward, but not as fast as the car which was still moving, meaning that Lexi’s head walloped the windscreen. The driver franticly hit the brakes, but because of momentum, Lexi kept moving forwards falling off the car and impacting on the ground, hard. Most car crashes don’t always kill people but because of the force with witch Lexi’s head hit the windshield she was doomed. Lying in a heap on the warm tarmac, Lexi’s last thought, which she might or might not have said out loud, was about Max and their pledge.

Francine dug in her purse for the cellphone and dialed up her mother and father's home residence. Not many people had a home phone these days, but many of the older people seemed to not be able to let go. **"Hey mom, Ferra and I are on our way over. Yep. Thanks. See you soon!"** she hung up the phone and placed it in the cup holder. *"Did you call Amy's parents?"* Ferra asked, obviously not paying attention to what was going on, too engrossed in her tablet game. **"I told you I'd call when we got to papa and mema's house, didn't I?"** Francine said, taking her hand off the steering wheel and over to tickle her daughter. **"Listen to me sometime huh!?"** she teased, her hand rummaging around her daughter's side. *"Mommy, quit it!"* she squealed, her tablet escaping from her hands and falling onto the floor. As the tickling came to a stop, Ferra unbuckled her seat belt so she could reach the tablet on the ground. It was then what seemed like a flash of light, Francine pressed the brakes as hard as she could. Their windshield was broken, covered with blood. **"Fuck."** Francine cursed, wondering what she hit. **"Stay here Ferra."** she said, hopping out the car and going to check on what had happened. Before her lay the body of a young woman, tangled by the mass of their SUV. Francine began to sob, not quite sure what to feel or do. **"Call the police!"** she yelled, **"Help me!"** she screamed to any watching or listening person. Going back to the car she instantly reached for the phone in the cup holder only to be stopped by the sight of her daughter crumbled into a lifeless pile on the floor of the passenger side. Her energetic ball of sunshine was now a cold boulder. The impact of her petite body hitting the airbag, and her head slamming against the door's window a fatal blow. Francine collapsed instantly, her knees buckling under the weight of the sorrow inside. She wailed, and wailed in tune to the incoming police sirens. Meanwhile, Amy dressed in her most fanciest dress- excited to surprise her one and only friend at the dance recital. The same one that would be canceled until further notice.

- **//Entering Chat Room//** - < - < - < - < - < - <**Runner** has entered the channel - <**Runner**: you there? - <**Watcher**: Yeah, what’s up? - <**Runner**: we got something, a girl that fits the description of Princess, the one that you - < sent us info on, has been found dead in about the last hour - <**Watcher**: So its started then, nothing else about the others? - <**Runner**: yeah, Wolf is also dead same deal cars, damn who knew those statisticians - < were right - <**Runner**: we’ll forward the data to you now, gotta tell you i wont want to go out like that - <**Watcher**: Don’t think anyone would want to be in their place, you know the kind of hell - < the Incarnations go through right? - <**Runner**: you don’t have to tell me twice - <**Watcher**: Keep me posted then, looks like I got some work over the next few weeks huh. - <**Runner**: we’re gonna keep running around out here, do what you do just dont overwork yourself - <**Runner** has left the channel - **//Leaving Chat Room//** *[Start of Recording] [Silence] God damn it... hell that's goddamn bloody. Its part of what we do here I know that, just... just never get used to the actual photos. Right, third recording and two Incarnations are down, Princess and Wolf. [Silence] Ok, just damn it look at that, details are important but don't maybe too much detail can't be good sometimes. Incidentally enough the two went down in a car accident, hell after some further investigations the boots on the ground found that it was the same exact one. Princess was riding with her mother, we don't know where they were going. Wolf was on the crosswalk however details are scarce, no one was able to get anything observers were in pretty heavy shock. Must be a twisted turn of fate, while Wolf was out in the street she got struck by the truck, uh I think it was a truck, Princess was in. Wolf went down needless to say, her head got smashed right into the windscreen dead pretty much right away. Princess on the other hand decided to take off her seat belt or wasn't wearing it, whatever the case is she ended up in the front passenger seat, [Audible Sigh] fuck she also got her skull caved in. Initial investigator reports shows that Princess collided with the airbag, those things are not designed for kids her size, then right into the side door window. Uh yeah they weren't able to get anything else too much chatter and chaos, I will be following up later once we know for sure what happened and also what effects their deaths will have. At this time I'm going to start tracing where those two are going to end up, I ran the numbers earlier and I say there's about maybe a week or at most two before rebirth.[End of Recording]*

Mari arrived at her stop. '_Why?_' Her mind kept racing with that question. She checked her phone. The bus was late. She was growing aggravated. Cars rushed by. '_Why?_' She stared, the issue kept pressing in her mind. She felt so detached from everything then. '_Why am I here? Why am I alive? Why do I exist?_' She was to start college any day now. '_Why?_' She felt her heart racing as she twisted up her thoughts and made up her mind. '_**Why not**?_' She gathered up the courage as she looked to see if there was anyone. There wasn't, save for the heavy drone of cars that continued to speed by. Emotions drained, heart and thoughts racing she stepped off of the curb, just in time to catch the bus. The driver tried to swerve, but it was too late. The impact sent Mari flying as everything seemed to stop. There was no pain, and all was finally quiet in her mind.

Laura finished the details of the party just in time for dinner and sat once more in the balcony, overlooking the glorious sunset. Rosalia, her maid, had set out Laura's meal and was on her way out. The young heiress motioned for her to come to her side before she left. "Rosalia, there's a stack of boxes piled one on top of the other next to the bedroom door. I did closet cleaning yesterday, and those are all things I don't use. Some of them have only been used once. So, please, do me the favor of giving them to someone who needs them. I'm pretty sure Jimena, Graciela, Elena and all for their friends will enjoy them as much as I did. "_Ay! Muchas gracias, Senorita Fontana!_" Rosalia replied, tears starting to stream from her eyes. Even Nathan smiled warmly at Laura's gesture. Laura hugged the woman. "You guys deserve all of this and more. I'll never be able to thank you all enough for everything. Nathan, could you do me the favor to take the boxes to Rosalia's car?" she asked her bodyguard, letting go of the tearful maid, who left the room sobbing in gratefulness. "Of course." Nathan nodded, looking at his boss. "You are an amazing woman, Miss Fontana. I-" he stopped, a blush starting to creep onto his handsome face. "I wish I could find a woman like yourself someday." Leaving that last sentence hanging in the air, Nathan left to help Rosalia with the boxes. Laura pondered Nathan's strange actions between bites of filet mignon in mushroom sauce with matched potatoes and sips of Chateau Margaux red wine. Had her bodyguard meant what she thought he had? It was certainly interesting to think that Nathan, the strong, brave, loyal Nathan, had developed feelings for someone as flawed as her. Laura smiled at the thought of giving the man a chance. Without warning, Laura's thoughts were interrupted by a claw-like hand pulling her out of the chair by the hair. She was shocked to see Lurieth, her blue eyes with dilatated pupils, her breath quick and heavy. She had never seen her mother act this way before, and it scared her to paralysis. "It was _you_!" Lurieth exclaimed in a shrill voice, pulling Laura's golden locks harder. "_You_ were the one who ruined my life! My life was going just _perfect_: I had _everything_ I always wanted, but then I got pregnant with _you_! I _never_ loved you! Your father changed his will as soon as he found out about your existence, and left me with _nothing! NOTHING! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEE!!!_ Laura's perfect mouth opened in a throat-ripping scream when her mother, face transformed into an unrecognizable mask of rage, tackled her down and began to stab her with the steak knife. Laura wasn't even sure when she had taken it from the table. She watched Lurieth's face and chest cover in her own blood, but her mother didn't stop stabbing her until Nathan pulled the older woman off Laura with a taser. It was too late, though. There were too many wounds and too much blood had been lost. Each stab had been fatal. "Lurieth... You materialistic _bitch_..." Laura was silenced by Nathan, handsome face twisted in grief, pressing his lips against hers. It would be the most beautiful memory branded on her failing conscience. Laura managed to offer Nathan a smile before her last breath left her beautiful, ravaged body. She had officially become The Ice Queen.

Andrew had owned his way through yet another day. Nothing out of the oridinary really. He had just finished his last final of the school year. He'd be a Senior when he came back. He was a hundred steps closer to getting a date with Ana than he was last year when he fell for her. Otto helped with his occasional ideas and supporting thoughts, their friendship only getting stronger the longer they knew each other. However that day would be the end. He knew something was off. He had felt horrible all day, and he had been consumed by worry. He was doing very well with pretty much every aspect of his normal life....so nothing SHOULD go wrong.... But it did. He could tell. It wasn't right. Someone, somewhere, had fucked up: And he knew he'd be the one paying the price for it. Nothing happened though. Nothing. At all. In fact, it was probably the most boring day he'd had in a long time....since the start of the year maybe! If you were being generous. **Why hasn't shit happened today bro? Ain't nothin fun's come up at all!** The usual whiny voice came back. Well, it's not really his fault that Psycho exists....he just kinda does. *It does seem strange. Boredum to no end, nobody online at all, no shows, no nothing....* Impassive was also caught up with the lack of events today. (It's a lot like the calm before the storm....if a calm lasted for the whole day that is....) *The only reason it would....* **....is because it's a big ass storm a'comin'.** (That's what I'm afraid of.) **Well, to hell with it. If shit's gunna happen, it'll happen. If it won't, it fuckin' won't.** *A vulgur way of putting it, but indeed. Even if Fate bends to the will of those with Free Will, it seems unlikely for someone as inexpierenced and weak as yourself to be able to do anything about it.* (....Love the vote of confidense there Robot.) **Hehehehehehe....** The day continued. It ended. Midnight passed. Andrew stayed up till about 4 Am. It was this decision that would end his life. And *Impassive* was right to say he wouldn't be capable of saving himself. For even if he'd tried, he was doomed. ** *Such is the Fate of those Marked as Incarnations.* **

Andrew simply went out to McDonald's. He was hungry after a long night of playing solo que games and some Destiny. He hadn't had his driver's license too long, but he wasn't bad at it. Just inexperienced. Like with practically everything in life. (I'm not sure if that's my fault, or not....) **Heh, I don' think so bro. Doesn't seem like it or anythin'.** *It could be considered both your fault and not.* (Alright sure, we'll go with that.) **I say we get a shit ton of coke man! We should go kick moar Diamon' ass!!** *Sigh. Always bloodthirsty aren't you Imbicile.* **You know it Robot-Dipshit!** (....) Andrew listened to the two of them argue on while he made his way up to the entrance. He would have used the drive through, but his legs could use some movement after sitting in his chair for several hours without end. Even for a small suberben town, you can't go wrong by having a 24 hour drive through! He got himself two large cokes, a large fry, and one small fry. He'd put one coke in the fridge and grab a Heresey's bar before gettin' back to the Field's of Justice. (Justice.... what a pretty word). **Uh-oh! He's turnin' into Yasuo again!** *Immitating Fictional Characters seems like a rather idiotic and narrow-minded plan to me.* (Shut up.) **Your funeral bro.** (At this rate, it WILL be.) *Perhaps you should focus on driving?* (I damn well plan to, now shut up!) **....asshole.** *........* Andrew had just left and walked to his car, an older Infinity model that he didn't know off the top of his head, which he had parked in the Jewel Osco's parking lot, right across the way from the McDonald's. He got to his car, pulled out, and made his way back to the main road- his intent for home. While waiting for the light to turn green, Andrew let his mind wander a little. (I wonder if they still run a lot of Cargo Trains through here.) *They obviously would, even if we have had little in the way of hearing them nowadays.* **I wonder if they're as dangerous as Commuter Trains, since they have less speed due to the added weight....** *....Psycho's saying intelligent things, we're in danger.* (....Isn't that a little extreme?) **Nope!** *Not at all.* (....Riiiiight....) When the light turned green, Andrew waited for his turn to turn right, go across the train tracks they'd been talking about, and have a short way till he got home again. As Fate had it, Andrew wouldn't be reaching home again. He was lucky that the two of them pestered him into leaving a psudo-will on his laptop open, thinking they just wanted him to jokingly be prepared for a case of sudden Death. Unforntunately for Andrew, he needed it. It was approximately 4 Am, on a Saturday morning. It was the time where there were piss poor drivers out. And drunks. And inexperienced teens. And stupid drag-racers if you were VERY speical. Andrew's bad luck came back to bite him once more. He had the whole shabang. When he was turning, four cars, obviously moving at insanely high speeds, came down the main road. Even if mostly abandoned at this hour of the morning, there were a few other cars out still. They apperently didn't care. They were racing, and possibly drunk by how badly they seemed to be controlling their driving. It was just his luck that one would ram into him, damaging his car, hurting him, and making him lose control of his turn. It was just his luck that the stupidest things- Like cargo trains coming at 4 am, could happen to him. It was his Fate that he'd die there. He wasn't really capable of moving. Disoriented from the unexpected crash, his head was thinking straight- and possibly at all. The train coming, he didn't even notice. His ears both hurt, and rang. They really, REALLY rang. **Dude. DUDE. MOVE YOUR DUMB ASS!** *YOU IDIOT, DO NOT SIT THERE!* (....uuuuuuhhhhhhh.....). Andrew looked up, he didn't even have a minute before the train would hit him. The girl who had hit him was still next in her car, unconsious from the crash most likely. They'd both die at this rate. Andrew slowly got his head back together, and took of his seat belt, grabbed the keys, openned his door, and stumbled his way around his car over to her's. Neither was in a good position, and their cars would be lost without a doubt. He'd just have to settle from getting them out alive. Going over to her door, he found it locked, and without any way to do anything else, he quickly took out his car keys, held thim in the hand he hand put the sleave up past, and started trying to smash the window. While he managed to break enough he could stick his hand in, he was almost out of time. Too close is how much distance there was left. Andrew poped the lock on the door, swung it open, and fumbled with the girl's seat belt. Afterwords, he grabbed the tall girl's waist, and started to drag her out. While his ears still rang, his head hurt, and he thought he saw some blood falling from above his eye, he still did his best to focus on the girl he wanted to save. *Quickly now!* **Bro, Move fucking faster already!* (Shut.....up.... whaddaya think I'm tryin tah fuckin' do you assholes?) While he had dragged their slightly ragged bodies away from the crashed vehicles, he didn't account for a few things: One: That the racers would come back after losing a member, which made him lose focus on the train to be able to react to another car trying to kill him. Two: That he probably had a concussion, and having never gotten one before, not knowing what he was doing, or if he was killing himself at all. The blood was pretty distracting as well. And Three: That the cars would be decimated. And parts were likely to go flying like large pieces of shrapnel. And they were **very** dangerous too. After all those things were accounted for finally, the train hit their cars, pieces went flying, and he was currently leaning over the girl. He accidentally protected her from it, but doomed himself in the process. Andrew never really understood WHY there was a large piece of metal juttering from his chest, or why he felt he even worse than before- he'd never felt such pure PAIN in his life! **Ah....we lost.** *Unfortunate.* (....What?) His last thoughts were of four things: A lucky number even in death: One: The girl seemed to still be alive. That was a minor plus. Two: That he wouldn't be able to compete at World's Again. That was a major negative. Three: That he wouldn't be able to ever date Ana. That was also a major negative. And Four: ** *Why did it have to happen to him?* ** Andrew Davis died that night. At 4:08 Am. His hometown would mention his minor heroic deed in the paper. His fans would be greatly saddened. He....He just didn't want to die yet. He hadn't fulfilled his dream yet. He wasn't the best ADC in the World yet! He'd barely become a Pro Gamer! His final thought overall though: ** *Why? What did I do?* **

The Pledge. When Lexi was small, Max was everything to her, and she was everything to Max. One time Lexi caught a cold, nothing major, but considering that she didn’t have the energy too get out of bed, it felt pretty major to them. Lexi was always the one dragging him out to play and fight, but now she was the one who was hiding under the covers whenever the light was turned on. Lexi kept insisting she would be fine soon, but Max, who was really distressed, was so sure she was going to die. When he voiced his thoughts, Lexi made him promise that even if she died, which she wasn’t going too, he wouldn’t follow her to the afterlife, but would rather live for both of them. He agreed, and in exchange, he made her promise the same for if he died. Lexi had promised. It had been their secret, something they had never mentioned again. Dog tag. _When she came back, bowing in at the door, Lexi had swapped her crisp white GI for a pair of lose khaki three quarter pants and a grey tee-shirt, her hoodie wrapped round her waist and a glinting silver dog tag round her neck._ Lexi’s most prized possession was her dog tag. It had been a gift from Max on their tenth birthday. On one side her name was engraved, on the other, was a pair of wings and the words, Wings of the Fight. Lexi always wore her dog tag. Always.

'_**Why?**_' _Damn...there's that voice again...that voice...it's so familiar. That voice. That's right, it's my voice._ '_**Maria?**_' _That was...my name. I know why. I know why I wanted to die. I...couldn't find anything else to live for. I knew why we live, and why we die, but not **what** it was like. To live and to die...something so easily gone, so easily taken. I didn't want this. I want to live. Even when I know the answer is something so simple that it's boring. I'm lonely here. So lonely. I miss them already. I don't like it here. It's dark here...**Where** is here? Them? Them **who**? I'm fading...into this darkness._