My proudest work is strange and unusual, but it is what started my love for wrtiting. When I was about 10 years old, I created a chracter called Billytheidiot. I sucked at drawing when I was young; wait, I STILL suck at drawing, so BillytheIdiot was simply just a stick figure. I made a "comic" series on him and would make a bunch of stories of his adventures. Billy was an alien from another planet who was sent to Earth when he was a baby. You know, the whole Superman origin. Billy was strong, could fly and had powers, however he was just plain dumb. I created an entire character along with back stories, friends, and villains. Ever since then, I just really enjoyed creating stories. I look back on it and yes, "BillytheIdiot" is just my childhood imagination going nuts, but I remember how much I LOVED making them and sharing the stories with my friends. Today I still have my old line paper drawings and stories of Billy, even gone as far as making a short minute animation on him when I was in college. BilytheIdiot is my orgin of writing and even though the name may seem childish or dumb, I'm very proud that little ol' 10 year old me had that kind of imagination.

That really depends on the party. Facts matter when you want to get a point across or possibly back up your arguments. However, no matter what kind of facts you present, it won't matter to someone who refuses to believe you. What I mean by that is there are people who are so deep into their own information/ belief that they won't care what kind of facts you give because it will go against everything they believe in. Change can scare people and if you went through your entire life believing one thing just to have somebody tell you it's wrong and they present "facts" and "proof. Well then you might just reject it.

Yes facts matter to most people, but it won't matter to those who don't want to listen.

The jeep comes to a halt. Monti looks out the window of the jeep. It’s pitch black, hard to see anything out in this desert. Monti straps his helmet on and checks his gun, making sure everything looks good for their mission. He and five others have a mission to infiltrate an enemy hideout for intelligence to help win the war.

“Okay we walk the rest of the way.” says Mason, the commanding officer to Monti and his squad. “Remember, this is a quick in and out ops. Our objective is to acquire the package at the enemy’s hideout.”

Monti and the rest of his squad exit the jeep. They check their gear and prepare to walk the rest on foot. They move out quickly but silently.

About thirty minutes pass and they arrive at enemy territory. Monti is scouting the perimeter.

“What do you see?” Mason whispers.

“Nothing yet captain.” Monti answers. “Oh wait! I got hostiles three klicks south.”

“Let me see.”

Monti hands Mason the binoculars.

“Ah yes that should be it.” Mason hands back the binoculars. “Okay we move in, take them out silently. I’ll send Ramirez and James to take them out.”

Mason radios his men, while Monti watches from the distance. He sees Ramirez and James quickly move in. They kill the four men instantly and quietly.

“Okay let’s move out.”

Monti and his squad approach an old building. It looks partially destroyed from bombs. However they notice the lights are still on. This has to be the place.

Mason turns to his squad. “Ramirez and James, keep watch for any hostiles. Monti and Woods cover the top floor. Samson you’re with me, we’ll cover the bottom. We find the package and leave. Understood?”

The men nod their head and move into the building.

Monti is looking through drawers and cabinets. Digging through trash and clothes.

“We sure this is the place?” Woods says to Monti.

“This should be it. It must be hiding somewhere.”

“I don’t know. This place wasn’t very well guarded.” Woods says, concern in his voice.

“Just keep looking maybe its ju-“

KABOOM!!

There’s a sudden loud bang from downstairs. It sounded like a bomb. The building shakes.

“What the hell was that??” Woods says.

They suddenly hear the screams of their squad from outside.

“Shit enemy fire! We need to back them up.” Monti yells.

The two quickly head downstairs. They’re in shock when they find James and Ramirez dead on the floor. There’s a large burned hole in their chest.

“What the hell happen to them?” Monti says in a panic.

Enemy soldiers begin to enter the building. Monti and Woods get to cover and begin to shoot. Bullets are flying everywhere. Monti kills two of the soldiers. Woods kills two more.

“Dammit were pinned down!” Woods yells.

“Just keep firing!”

One soldier after another keep dropping dead. Then suddenly the shots stop. Monti and Woods look to see the damage. Bodies lay everywhere. The two men cautiously step out, looking for any more soldiers.

“Dammit where’s Mason?!” Monti says in a panic.

Woods is about to speak until they hear noise come from outside. The men raise their guns, preparing to fire. A man walks in, dark skinned and no shirt. He has a scar on his left cheek and on his left hand he has a ring with a large blue gem on it and it’s glowling. The mystery enemy is dragging a body behind him. It’s Samson, the other soldier that went with Mason. Samson has a large burnt hole in his chest like Ramirez and James. Monti has fury in his eyes and just when he’s about to pull the trigger, the man shoots his left arm out and a sudden burst of lighting shoots out. The bolt of lightning strikes, sending Woods and him flying back. Monti ears are ringing. He sees the mysterious man walk up to Woods who appears to be dazed.

“No! Get away from him!” Monti struggles to speak.

There’s a chain of lighting around the man’s left arm. Monti has no idea what he’s seeing or how he’s doing that. Then suddenly in a flash, a bolt of lightning shoots from the man’s hand and strikes Woods in the chest, killing him instantly.

“Woods!!” Monti yells.

The man now looks to Monti and approaches. A surge of power begins to form in the man’s hand. The ring he has on is glowing vigorously. The man cracks a creepy smile. Monti can’t move, he’s in shock. Suddenly someone punches the man and he falls back. It’s Mason! He appears injured and is covered in blood.

“Monti get out of here now! Report what happen here! ” Mason orders.

“Wha-what? No we have to-“

“Monti go now before he-” Mason is interrupted when the mystery enemy kicks Mason’s leg in.

He drops to his knees and just before he can make a move, the enemy’s hand goes right through Mason’s chest. The man’s hand is coated in lightning and blood. Mason eyes are open wide. He’s in pain.

“Monti….”

The enemy pulls his hand out and Mason drops dead. Monti can barely say a word.

“Captain... no.”

The enemy speaks, saying something in a language Monti doesn’t understand. The enemy wipes the blood off his pants. In this moment, Monti sees his gun by him. In an instant, he quickly grabs and shoots at the enemy. A bolt of lightning shoots from the man arm at the same time. It hits the wall and the enemy drops to the ground. Monti hold his gun, shaking and heart rapidly beating. He slowly gets up. He hears the enemy cough ruggedly. Monti approaches, anger in his eyes and ready to finish him off.

“Wait…” The enemy faintly speaks. “Take my power. It’ll make you stronger…” the enemy says. Monti notices the ring with the blue gem is slightly glowing.

The man’s arm drops and breathes his last breath. He’s dead.

Monti gets down on one knee and looks at the ring on the enemy’s hand. The ring slight glow fades away and it falls of the enemy’s hand. Monti picks it up and inspects it. It looks old and has strange designs on the trim. He grasps the ring in his hand. Monti look around the room. Everyone is dead. He is the sole survivor for a mission that should of been simple. Monti prepares to head back to base, with this new strange ring.

“It hurts man. it really hurts.”

“I know it does.”

“I don’t understand why. I just want it all to go away. The pain! The heartache!

“I know you do.”

“I just wish I could have said more. I wish I could of told her that I love her one last time.”

“I know.”

“Is that all you can fucking say?! ‘I know??’ My mom is dead!!”

“Sorry. I understand. That pain you feel. The regrets. What could of been or what you could of done? It’ll always be there. No matter what. I’m not going to lie to you and say everything will be okay. It won’t, but things will get better, or at least easier. That pain and grief you feel? It’ll always be there, but see it as a sign that you knew you loved her and you always will.”

“I just really miss her. I miss her voice. I miss her hugs. I wasn’t ready to lose her.”

“No one is. She may be gone, but your memories of her are not. You’ll always have that. Don’t focus on what you could of done. Just remeber her name and image. Do her proud that she raised a wonderful son. Her image lives on within you. She raised a strong and respectiful young man. Continue to make her proud and continue to love her.”

“I will never be weak again.” Robert says.

Robert is a tall man, a bit muscular and bald. He towers over another man who’s on his knees, bleeding from his head and terrified. They’re in a hotel room, the place is completely trashed.

“Please… don’t do this. I’m begging you!” the scared man whimpers.

Robert cracks his knuckles, there are rings on his hand. A total of five. Each ring has a different colored gemstone and strange tribal looking designs on the trim.

“I’m sorry but you need to die. I need your power.”

The scared man also has a ring on. It has a red gemstone and designs on the trim.

“Please don’t! If I could take it off I’d give it to you!”

“I know you would.” Robert says with a friendly smile.

Suddenly Robert latches his hand around the man’s throat and lifts him up. He squirms and gurgles for oxygen.

“Goodbye.” Robert says, and crushes the man’s throat.

The man’s body goes stiff and his arms fall flat to his sides. The ring on his right hand falls off his finger and hits the ground. Robert drops the dead man. He kneels down and picks up the ring.

“Another one to my collection” he tells himself as he slides the ring onto his left hand.

Robert stands up. He looks at both hands. They’re stained with blood. He then notices a large cut on his right forearm. Robert focuses on the cut. The ring on his right hand with a white gemstone begins to glow. The cut on his forearm begins to heal and fade away slowly. His wound disappears. Robert closes his right fist and inspects the ring with the white gemstone. There’s sorrow in his eyes. He walks over to the bed and sits. He relieves a sigh.

“I’ll be strong… for you.” He mutters.

Memories of a beautiful woman appears in his head. She was gorgeous with luscious brown hair, green eyes and a smile that would melt anyone’s heart. Andrea was her name. Robert’s wife.

A year ago, Robert and Andrea have made a decision to live together. After learning she was pregnant, Robert proposed to her and gave her a ring he found. After cleaning it and making it look brand new, Robert proposed to Andrea on her birthday. She fell in love with it. The ring had a nice white gem on top with strange designs on the trim. It glowed when she first put it on. It was unique, something she never seen. However this ring was more than unique. The two lovers learn quickly just how special it was when Andrea was cutting up food for lunch one day. She accidently slices her finger, leaving a very deep wound. Blood is everywhere. Robert freaks out and goes to fetch some bandages. When he returns, he prepares to help close up her wound until suddenly, it begins to miraculously close up. It’s healing by itself instantly! He sees his wife’s face in shock. They can’t understand what just happen. They both notice her ring was glowing too. They at first decided to ignore it, thinking maybe they were just too tired. But as days went by, Andrea couldn’t help but think about that day. She couldn’t ignore it. So Andrea did something that completely scared Robert. She grabs a knife and stabs her own hand. She yells in pain.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Robert yells.

Andrea pulls the knife out and blood is all over her.

“We need to get you to a hospital!”

“Wait don’t! Just watch.” Andrea speaks. She shows her wound to Robert and to his disbelief, her open wound begins to heal just like the last time. He’s at a loss for words.

Andrea smiles and holds her belly. “Honey it’s okay. See? I’m okay, and the baby is okay. This ring you gave me. It’s a gift from God!”

Robert smiles. That ring truly did heal her. It was a miracle.

Months past, Robert and Andrea receive grim news on their last doctor’s visit. Andrea is already seven months pregnant, but learns from the doctor her baby has a high chance of dying during birth. Not only will their unborn son die, there’s a chance she will die too. It breaks both of their hearts.

“Honey… we have to terminate him.” Robert says, pain in his voice.

“No! I refuse!” she yells at him.

“But you could die!!”

Andrea locks eyes with her husband, tears running down her face.

“No… I won’t do it. I can save him.”

“What?”

Andrea points to her ring. “This blessing from God. If it can heal me, it can heal our son! I know it can!”

“Were not sure if it’ll work.” Robert claims.

Andrea turns her back on him. “I have to try. Please…”

Robert is torn. He doesn’t want to lose his son, but he doesn’t want to lose his wife either. He embraces her. “I’m sorry. We’ll go through with it. I just don’t want to lose you.”

Andrea faces him and smiles. “You won’t.”

There’s a loud knock. Robert snaps from his memories. The knocking becomes more aggressive.

“Police! Open up!” a man’s voice comes from the other side of the door.

Robert stands up from the bed. He takes a look around the trashed hotel room. The dead body of the man he killed lays there in a puddle of blood. The knocking continues.

“Last warning. Open up or we’ll break in.”

Robert cracks his neck. He opens up both of his hands. Two of the rings he has on begin to glow. Suddenly fire begins to emit from his left hand while at the same time, ice begins to form out his right hand. He faces the hotel door.

“We’re coming in!” The voice yells.

Robert closes his eyes. He looks back at his memories once more. Andrea’s image appears in his mind. First that beautiful face of hers that was full of life. Then the horrid pale one she had when he found her hanging in their bedroom. Andrea survived the birth, but their son didn’t. It emotionally destroyed both of them. However, it devastated Andrea, leading her to suicide. Maybe because she used the ring’s healing power as much as she can to try and save their son. But it didn’t work. It could heal her, but not their son. The amount of guilt she must have felt. He was dead in the womb before he was even born. Robert did everything to bring her back. When he found her, he desperately tried cutting the rope with a knife. During his attempt to do this, Robert ended up cutting himself. Blood was everywhere but he ignored the pain and cut the rope. He cried. Shook her and hope she was still breathing. That’s when he notice her ring was gone. He quickly looked around for it and finds it on the floor.

“Come on Andrea don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me!” he hysterically cries as he slides the ring onto her finger.

“Live dammit! Live!!”

The ring does nothing. In one last desperate attempt, Robert puts the ring on. He feels a sharp pain throughout his body when he puts it on but ignores it. He lays his hand on her chest.

“Please come back to me! Please!!”

The ring’s white gemstone begins to glow. Robert smiles. But then that smile fades when he notices the long cut he had begins to heal and disappear.

“No! No!! Not me! Her!!! Heal her!!!” he yells.

Robert lays there on the floor; crying, powerless and holding Andrea. He couldn’t save her.

Robert now stands in the middle of the hotel room. Three more bodies lay on the ground. Two burned to a crisp, while the other completely frozen. He looks around the gruesome scene he created.

“I will find a ring that’ll bring you back my love. Even if I have to kill every last person with these ‘blessings’ of God’s power.”

This may seem cruel or strange but I love to write because I can play God. It’s my world. It’s my story. It’s my characters. I can ruin their life or make all thier dreams come true. It’s a world I’m in control, which is somewhat satisfying when we live in a world where we may not be in control.

Dawn, the sun rises over the mountains and shines light over everything. A ray of light peers through the window and hits Damon in the eye. He turns away and yawns as he stretches his body. He sits up, still half asleep. Looking around the room, it takes him a moment to realize what today is. He wipes his long black hair away from his eyes and rubs them. Today is the day. The day Jack dies. He slaps his face a little bit, it’s time for him to get serious. Damon hasn’t taken most things in his life serious before, but today, he can’t mess up. This is his one chance to kill Jack, and he isn’t going to let it go to waste.

Damon reaches for the gun under his pillow. He takes aim at the door, making sure he his sighting looks okay. Thinking they’re loud and obnoxious, he rarely uses guns. His thoughts are suddenly interrupted when he hears the door open. He quickly hides the gun under his pillow and pretends he’s just waking up.

His older sister Isabella walks in, a brown assault rifle strapped around her and her black sword with a green hilt. Her black hair falls to her shoulder, and she has a cute but stern face.

“You’re up already?” Isabella says, quickly closing the door behind her.

Damon stretches, cracking his arms and knuckles.

“Of course, gotta give Jack his breakfast.” He says.

“What?” Isabella says confused.

Damon grabs the gun again, “He’s gonna eat a bullet.”

“Cute.” she smugly responds.

“Whatever. How much ammo do you have?”

Isabella releases the magazine of the rifle, “About half a clip.”

“Better than nothing.” Damon says.

He gets out of bed and changes his clothes; putting on black boots, a black leather jacket, and jeans.

“Are you ready?” He says, pushing his black hair back.

“Are you?” Isabella answers her brother with another question.

Damon smirks at his sister.

“Don’t worry about me.” He says.

Damon grabs his large black knife and ax and sheathes them both.

Isabella gives her brother a serious look, “Damon.”

“Ya?”

“What’s your purpose?” she asks.

“My what?” Damon says, not understanding what his sister is talking about.

“What keeps you going in this dead world? What’s your reason to continue surviving? To continue fighting the dead and the living?” Isabella elaborates more.

“What kind of damn question is that? Why do you care?”

Isabella stays silent, staring down her brother and waiting for his answer.

Damon sighs, “I’m not too sure.” He utters.

“You’re not sure why you try so hard to survive?” she asks.

“Well.” Damon becomes serious, a side his sister never sees. “I guess I’m afraid of death.”

Isabella is surprised. “You’re afraid of dying?”

He looks down, “Well ya, aren’t you?”

Isabella walks to her brother and hugs him. Something they barely do. It makes Damon feel safe.

“I’m afraid of losing you.” she says. “But killing Jack won’t help your fear. If anything, he’ll help prevent it. He's helped us survive for years and can continue to help.”

Damon jerks her away,

“He's insane and needs to die. After I put a bullet in between his eyes, I intend to mount his head on the wall.”

Damon heads for the door. Isabella keeps a stern look,

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Damon stops at the door, “I don’t know why you keep asking me that. My mind is made up. Is yours?”

Isabella is silent. She ignores the question and walks out the room.

“Let’s get this over with.” she mutters and pushes by Damon.

He follows and the two leave the room, heading to Jack’s office.

*********

In a large study, with a gorgeous view of the mountains at the back of the room is Jack, relaxing in a black office chair, drunk and his red sunglasses lay folded on the desk. He spins an empty bottle of whiskey he finished on the wooden desk.

“Spin the bottle for a kiss, really hope I do not miss.” He mutters to himself, followed by a laughter.

The bottle spins and spins until it stops, pointing to the double doors leading out.

Suddenly the doors slam open, Damon walks in with his gun pointed at Jack. Followed behind him is Isabella , her assault rifle pointed up.

“Morning Jack!” Damon speaks, grinning.

Jack sits himself up, and brushes his diry blonde hair back. “Oh? What a surprise to see you up Damon. I thought you still be unconscious after that fight I won.”

“How’s the arm asshole?” Damon retorts.

Jack shows his bloody bandaged arm. He wheezes a laugh, “It’ll heal soon. Very soon.”

“You’re delusional.” Damon says.

The siblings walk a bit closer to Jack, now standing about eight feet from him. Isabella stands behind Damon, her gun raised to Jack as well. His cold blue eyes stay locked on them.

“You’ve come to kill me, is that it?” he utters.

Damon shakes his head in disappointment. “Look at you, crazy, bleeding to death and drunk. It’s like I’m putting a damn animal down.”

Jack tilts his head and makes eye contact with Isabella,

“So you too? I thought you believed in me Isabella ?”

She stays silent but avoids eye contact with Jack’s cold eyes.

“Don’t talk to her, she’s here as back up.” Damon comes in.

Jack snickers, “Little brother couldn’t do it himself huh? Need your big sister to help?”

Damon fires his gun, hitting the empty bottle, making it explode.

Jack flinched back in his chair.

“Shut up. That was a warning shot.” he mutters.

Jack becomes serious. “How dare you. After everything I’ve done for you two.”

Damon smiles, “Ya. A damn shame you’re bat shit crazy. Or I wouldn’t be doing this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your help over the years, but all things must come to an end. As well as your life.”

“I took both of you in. Fed you! Protected you! Trained you!” Jack shouts. “You’d both be lunch for the dead if it wasn’t for me! ”

Damon keeps his focus on Jack, keeping his gun pointed at his head.

“We were using you. Me and my sister have been since the beginning.” He says.

Jack says nothing, filled with frustration.

“We have a good thing here. A mansion and supplies to last us. We can live like kings here and you want to throw it all away for some bullshit about a cure to the virus??” Damon explains.

“You’re not seeing the big picture here boy. Your idea that this will last forever is delusional. The human species won’t last if this continues. This cure is a new opportunity for a great future.” Jack explains.

Damon laughs, “I think the blood loss is messing with you. Of course humanity won’t last. We’re not meant to! There’s no coming back from this. The world is dying and so are we. Might as well live comfortably until that day comes.”

Jack has a stern expression.

“We’ll this was nice. But now you die Jack.” Damon says.

Damon readies to pull the trigger, preparing to kill this man he hates. Until suddenly he stops himself. He takes a good look at Jack again.

“What?” He mutters under his breath.

Jack is smiling. His large devilish grin spread across his face.

“What’s so damn funny?” Damon asks with an angry tone.

“Do it.” He mutters.

“Wow, you’ve already accepted death?”

“Do it.” Jack says again, louder.

Damon has a smug look. “You’re taking the fun out of this.”

“Do it!” Jack shouts this time.

This angers Damon.

“You really want to die that badly?!” Damon shouts back.

“DO IT!!” Jack yells at the top of his lungs.

“Fine you son ova bitch! Fuck you!!” Damon yells.

Damon fires his gun, and at the same time, a sudden sharp pain strikes his chest.

Fear begins to fill in. Jack is still breathing, smiling. His shot missed, hitting the wall.

The tremendous pain in Damon’s chest grows stronger. Blood leaks from his mouth. His arm falls, and the gun drops to the floor.

Damon coughs. Blood sprays from his mouth. He looks down, and his eyes widen with terror. The tip of a blade is impaled through his chest.

“What..” he mutters.

The terrible pain is growing only stronger.

Damon is trembling, he fears to turn his head around to see his killer. However, his curiosity overpowers his fear and Damon slowly turns his head to look behind.

His eyes widen in shock.

There stands Isabella , sorrow in her eyes and her sword pierced through Damon.

Isabella pulls her sword out from Damon’s body.

He gasps with pain. Then, under his dying breath, he mutters. “Izzy... Why?”

He falls to the ground, hitting it hard enough that his body bounces once.

Damon’s vision goes blurry.

I really am dying. He thinks.

He will never have an explanation from his sister for her betrayal. The last thing he hears is Isabella’s voice.

“I’m sorry Damon.” She says.

*********

“I thought you believed in me Isabella ?” Jack says, looking at her.

She shifts her head down, avoiding eye contact with Jack.

She feels ashamed inside. She truly does believe in Jack’s vision for a new future with the cure, but her brother doesn’t. Isabella lowers her gun, still not looking directly at Jack. She stares at the floor, fighting with herself.

This isn’t right. She thinks. Jack is our friend. We can’t kill him.

Suddenly Isabella flinches from the loud bang of a gunshot. She quickly turns her direction back to Jack, fearing that Damon already killed him.

Jack is still alive, but now he looks furious.

“That was a warning shot. ” Damon says.

Isabella is relieved. Not yet.

Damon continues to talk but Isabella mutes him out, getting lost in thought again.

She really doesn’t want Jack to die, but she also wants to protect her brother. It’s her purpose, her reason to live. Isabella can’t have both, and it’s eating her away.

What am I supposed to do? Dammit! She fights with herself.

The sound of Damon’s laugh brings her back to reality.

“I think the blood loss is messing with you. Of course, humanity won’t last. We’re not meant to! There’s no coming back from this. The world is dying and so are we. Might as well live comfortably until that day comes.” Damon says.

Isabella can’t believe her brother’s words.

He has no plan? He really believes there’s no future.

Isabella sets down her rifle on the floor.

All she wants to do is protect her brother. No matter what. However, Damon’s idea of a future is clouded. He wants nothing.

There’s only one thing I can do. She thinks.

Isabella slowly draws her black sword with the green clothed hilt.

Damon. I will protect you. Protect you from this world. I will release you from your hell and set you free. It’s the only way I can protect you.

Isabella tightens her grip on the handle of her sword. She points it to Damon’s back. The sword shakes in her hands.

Can she do it?

Isabella looks away for a moment, then she notices Jack. He’s smiling.

Jack says something but she can’t make out what he said.

He speaks again. “Do it.” Isabella hears.

The blade is shaking more now.

She hears her brother yell back. He’s clueless on what his sister’s intentions are.

“DO IT!!” Jack yells.

“FINE!!”

Isabella thrusts her blade forward and it easily goes through her brother’s chest.

Damon’s gun fired at the same time. Isabella strike just the right moment, her brother’s shot missed Jack.

She sees her brother cough out blood, the pain must be terrible.

Blood begins to leaked down the blade as well. Isabella is frozen in place.

What have I done?

She looks to Jack again. His evil smile is spread across his face. He looks satisfied with the scene that just took place.

Isabella can feel Damon’s body begin to shiver through the sword. He’s dying. Damon turns his head back and their eyes meet.

Isabella can see the fear and heartbreak in her brother’s eyes.

“Izzy... Why?” he mutters.

Guilt hits her hard. She’s filled with sorrow.

She pulls the blade out from her brother’s body. Damon shows the pain in his face. Then, his body flops to the ground.

Isabella drops her sword, the metal hitting the granite floor echoes.

She is able to muster up some words. “I’m sorry Damon.” she says.

Those are her last words to her younger brother.

Isabella drops to her knees. She’s petrified. She doesn’t know what to do now. She’s beginning to regret her decision.

Jack laughs. It fills the room up. His laugh makes Isabella feel uncomfortable.

Jack stands from his office chair and slowly walks over to her.

“I’m impressed.” he says.

Isabella doesn’t look at Jack when he walks up, she just stares coldly at Damon’s body.

“You said you stop him if he got out of control and you did. Must have been hard to kill him huh?” Jack talks. “The amount of betrayal he must have felt before dying. A shame really. However...”

Jack takes his gun out from his back pocket, aims it towards Damon’s head and shoots. The shot makes Isabella flinch and look up at him.

“You should make sure you kill the brain so he doesn't come back as the undead. Unless you want to kill him again.” he chuckles.

“I... I don’t know what to do.” she mutters.

“What is your purpose now?” Jack asks.

Isabella stares at him intently. “I...” she can’t think.

“You killed your brother, even though your purpose in this world was to protect him. Why did you do it?”

“Because.” she licks her lips. “I promised you that I would if he interfered with your plans.” she answers.

“Wrong answer.” Jack says.

“I...” Isabella thinks for a moment. She looks at her dead brother and swallows. “I was protecting him.”

Jack smiles. “Do explain.”

“He had no purpose. He just wanted to survive until he died. He hated this world and I can tell he was not happy.” she explains. “Keeping my brother alive in a world he hated is cruel. So I killed him. Released him from suffering. It was the only true way to protect him.”

“What is your purpose now?”

Isabella looks up to Jack. Her expression goes from sorrow to a stern look. She slowly stands half way up and kneels down on one knee. She’s kneeling to Jack.

“To serve and protect you Jack. I will be with you till the day I die.”

“Wonderful." He chuckles menacingly.