The Open Window

A Story by Dawnie

This is a simple free-write that I don't really care to seperate into chapters, but this is focused on a few different pov's, so enjoy! If you (the reader), have any questions, just comment (:

(Mercedes Celeste Ambrosia/Rowan Masterson Locke)-pov

Mercedes gazed out into the windless night, her emerald eyes glazing over as she turned away. It would always stay open, and her father had specifically told her to never close it, no matter the weather conditions. Where they lived, in the beautiful Monteriggioni, Tuscany; that would never cease to be a problem area. The weather was always perfect and crisp, seemingly to be a quite livable area in Italy, not blisteringly hot. Just breathtakingly beautiful without effort. She had let out a soft sigh, the conversation replaying in her mind when her father had been on his deathbed.

“Mercy--Oh my beautiful Mercy,” He grabbed her hand, folding it over as she regretfully smiled, allowing him to take her hand. “You need to promise me something, something that will always be in writing in our family.” Her eyes widened as her father’s other hand went up to clutch his chest.

“Dad?” She tightened her grip on his hand, tears welling up in her eyes as her hands seemed to fall loose of his.

“Never betray our bloodline.” He paused, “Do not close the window or the consequences will be much higher than they were before your mother and I had the idea to spare you.” She looked down at his aching body, her head throbbing as she seemed to have a voice in her head that sounded very much like an other ex-agent, Rowan. She fell to her knees as the machine began to flatline, the beeping sending her into even more physical pain and tremendous emotional pain. Her father, John Lee Ambrosia was gone just a year after her mother had passed, only at the age of 47. John had been a firefighter for many, varying years; volunteering shortly after his only daughter had been born. Mercedes, at the young age of 26, had soon to realize that she would have to deal with the rage and drying blood her parents had left her. But the blood would have to stay thick and running and she, alone without a brother or sister she knew of that was still living; would have to carry on alone.

The older Mercedes got, the more she realized about the decisions she had made in her past and it made her think. Why had she heard Rowan’s voice in her head and not her father’s when he passed? Why did Rowan always have the ability to strip her to her core? Why couldn’t she remember who he was for years upon years? Her former partner; Rowan Masterson Locke, still a freelance agent that knew everything about her and her family and was able to give anyone the information they desired about the bloodline. They had been forced to work together, in the beginning, hating each other with a burning passion, and in the end? A passionate love in which he wanted more with her and she could never allow.

The stale stench of the flowers in the cemetery filled her nose as she held them, walking to her mother and father’s graves. Willow trees above her started to let their leaves effortlessly fall, covering her mother’s last name, Sevenski. An overwhelming feeling of remorse filled her bones as she made the gruesome task of laying the flowers on the somewhat dirty graves. She sighed, giving out a small whisper as she looked to them.

“May your souls forever rest and forgive the fact I have gone to Iraq and fought for the country that is not ours,” She looked up into the sky and teared up, the sky seeming to drop into her hands. She let the flowers fall out of her hands, scattering out across the head-stones. She turned on her heel, leaving the cemetery and pulling her car keys out and signaling the car to open and start up.

The 67’ Impala gave off a soft purr, the streaks of black running down the sides seeming to reverberate as she neared it, remembering a small niche from her mother in their line of work. Look for anything out of place, a small scratch, a barely noticeable dent or even a speck of dirt that is out of place. If any of those defects do apply, you could be in trouble and someone could be following you. She dropped down onto her knees, looking under the car and into the pipes for something out of place and well- a bomb. After her parents’ deaths she had been on her toes looking for anything out of the ordinary and regular objects gone missing.

Mercedes opened the car door, her eyes looking down at the wheel and her breathing slowing down. She let her fingers wrap around the wheel, her skinny as well as long fingers hitting her palms. She slipped the key into it’s slot, turning it as she revved the engine. Her hands went to the stick shift, switching into reverse as she looked over her shoulder, the trees in the parking-lot having already lost their leaves, laying scattered across the cracked pavement. Come si fa a tornare dalla fine e mai a ricordare perché deve essere in questo modo? (How do you come back from the ending and never remember why it has to be this way?) Mercy let her hand lay resting on the stick shift as she pulled out of the parking lot, sighing as she started her basic long drive home, praying once again that she wouldn’t run out of gas. She continued down the long stretches of country roads, even though she used to live in a city; the roads were still welcoming and inviting to her. As she pulled up to her house, a large desolate mansion in a wealthy neighborhood, she slowed down, seeming to inch up the perfectly flat, smooth, and paved driveway. She parked the car at a perfect angle, directly in the middle of the plot. She took her keys from the slot, grabbed her bag and opened her car door.

Mercy stepped out into the breeze, her jet black hair stood captive in the high and signature ponytail she always had it in. Even when she wasn’t called in for a mission, that’s how it was. Day after day after day. She walked up to her front door, her fingers flipping through the many keys on the ring. Her Impala, a shiny black Range Rover, and a few other cars she rarely drove and kept in storage. She let her house key slip into the lock, a few small clicks resounding as she pressed on different parts of the door, the locking system taking a few seconds to completely disengage. She pushed the two doors open as the cool air from inside of the beautifully sculpted interior greeted her with a gentle whisper. She turned, letting her keys get sent to their eternal prison of the table, her hand turning back to close the door. A foot was placed in her way, as she looked up the seeming to be never ending leg, she realized it was Rowan, her mind having to do a quick reboot before she recognized him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Mercedes softly exhaled, her hand going to the back of her neck. “Why are you here anyway, Row?” She looked up to him, matching his dark, I can melt you with one look, chocolate brown eyes, with her deep, dark forest eyes.

“Luzon wanted me to check on you, make sure you aren’t going crazy yet.” He chuckled at the thought of Mercy going crazy, knowing that it was the least likely event in the world.

“I thought that was breaking conduct?” She braced herself for the answer as her voice tilted up in the form of a question, even though it was more of a snappy comment.

“Truth is, I need your help with something.” He answered quickly, Mercedes forced herself to blink, looking up at Rowan. “If you’re still capable of it, that is.” He smirked, watching her getting angry always making him happy. “I mean, after all you went through”

Mercedes let her hand drop to her thigh, letting it graze over the scarred over bullet hole in her leg. She let her fingers draw a small semi circle around the wound, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “Perhaps that is a way to put it,” she paused. “But also maybe we could change that and make it so I get half pay. You know that I did make 90.7% of our missions successful, right?” She let her comment get the best of her, the snappy comeback angering Rowan.

“You know that without my help, you would be dead by now, right?” He shot back the same aggression back at her, seeming to have it multiplied. He pushed the front doors to her house open, and Mercy moved out of the way, her left hand going to the back of her shirt and gripping it, forgetting she was unarmed.

“I didn’t invite you in--Rowan!” She ran after him as he pushed through the double doors leading into her basement, where she kept most of her sniper rifles and silenced handguns as well as a few sharpened swords. “If you break anything, I swear to god..” She grabbed at his arm, bending it back and forcing him away from one of her Military worn guns.

“Mercy-we need to go..” Rowan trailed off, looking at her before restraining himself. “It’s Dawn and Aiden. They’re back” Mercy nodded, her eyes closing as she thought back to her twin; Dawn, and remembered the few similarities between them. Dawn, with deep red hair from her father, and Mercedes, black hair from Jessica. They both had different eye colors, Dawn with gold and Mercy with emerald, neither from their parents.

“Rowan, climb out of the safety of your mama’s arms and smarten up.” Rowan reached down to grab a gun off of the pedestal, a rifle getting thrown back and onto his masculine shoulders. Rowan reached down again, picking up a different type and make of gun, tucking it into his waistband. Mercedes grabbed a 1911, the signature Luzon/Sevenski/Summers/Ambrosia, weapon. It had a sheer white and black paint-job, that was also a beautiful matte. She twirled it around her hand before sighing. tucking the custom into her belt. She whipped her head around, looking to Rowan as she picked up a short sword, an approximate half of her height, cutlass. She slipped the blade into the safety of her belt loop. She let her hands drift over to a classic rifle she always had, a military issued classic quick-fire. She let her hands slip over the dented as well as stone colored trigger. Her mind flashed back to the many years she had spent with it, the gun and sword she held being her only companions as she lost her squad. They both headed out of the beautiful, and elegantly sculpted mansion, having one duffle bag on each of their shoulders, Mercy driving of course. They would soon hit the airport, running past security and avoiding metal detectors as they boarded the next flight to Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan.

(Dawn Marie Summers/Aiden Miguel Luzon)

Dawn quickly scooped out an area before motioning toward it, her cat-like eyes glancing back, realizing she was alone. She gently let the set up scoped rifle bounce against her thigh, realizing Aiden wasn’t with her, matter of fact; no one was. The female sighed softly before laying the rifle at her feet, tying her long red hair into a braid at her waist, the ends coming to a fake bloody ombre end at her hip bones. Pushing her bangs away from her face, she tied it back with Aiden’s bandanna. Letting a soft sigh escape her lips, she pulled out a silenced .45 cal, quickly shooting out a light in the street; some reason it still being lit, clear activity having gone on.

Aiden moved down a residential street, his eyes glancing over the houses for Dawn; for any human movement. He looked rugged, and for the matter of fact, he had fallen apart without his Dawn. His light, his will, his love. Gone without any notice, just�"gone. The male moved swiftly, kicking a door in with a bit of strength, not nearly enough he would have needed to use to kill; but just enough to harm. He moved throughout the house before taking a quick duck and roll into a sprint out the backdoor, slinging his pack over his shoulder and moving to the street, seeing a light being shot out.

Dawn’s golden eyes narrowed, seeing the dark figure of Aiden, she quickly scoped him out, realizing it was indeed the foresaid. “A�"Aiden?” She called out gently, her voice nearly an echo in the vast emptiness between them. The young women let go of the gun in her hands, letting it fall to the crumbling, horrendously paved street. Somewhat like the streets of Pompeii were after Mount Vesuvius.

Aiden closed his eyes, his world seeming to fall; like the city of Rome did many of thousands of years ago. He fell to his knees, his rifle clicking off of safety as it smashed into the destroyed street. A bolt of pain ran through his scarred eye as he looked down at his feet. He shook his head, grabbing his rifle and taking up his aim, looking at the person whom had once held his heart. Who let go. Who betrayed his trust and broke him for who all he was. He let out a full tooth grin, looking at her and chuckling, letting his sights fall down remorsefully.

Dawn looked at him, yanking on the strap from her blowgun letting it slip over her shoulder swiftly. She placed it against her jaw bone and sighed softly. She shook her gently, lowering the weapon and setting the tub against her metal-toed boots. She looked to the sky for a few seconds, closing her eyes as she looked back down. She picked up the tube once more and let her fingers take back the rhythm of loading the dart, but he was gone. Gone.

Aiden took off into the pitch black sky, his breath barely noticeable as he was not just quick, but agile. Very, very agile and flexible. He ran not for the fear of death as he could not die, but the pain of being shot by a once love. His crimson eyes flashed a light white before slowly returning back to their usual deep red. He moved past the broken buildings, home and habitats quickly, a scowl on his face as he continued to trip over and over. Quickly finding a new path, he ran it out; before realizing he was in a loop. Not of time but of repetition.

Dawn had dropped her gun, a smirk running across her lips as she left the area, simply turning her head and chuckling. She let her eyes flicker over every foreign object she saw, growing up in New York her entire life, nothing was necessarily foreign. Her golden eyes followed the shadows around her as she ran back toward her car, a deep red Dodge Challenger unlocking quickly as she grabbed the door handle, the car recognizing her finger prints. She climbed in, her seat adjusting for her as she let her keys slip into the ignition. Dawn hit the gas, her hands jolting back to the shift, switching gears repetitively. As her phone started vibrating, she reached her hand down, her eyes on the road as she unlocked it and accepted the call, forcing it onto speaker.

“Hello?” She let her voice echo for a few seconds into the resounding pit, hearing breathing on the other side.

“Dawn? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that. But--” Aiden paused, his breathing slowing suddenly, something that has always worried Dawn. “My boss just called us in. Well, Alexander did. Meet me at Hq?” Dawn knitted her eyebrows, the fact that Alex had called them both in, meant something was wrong. And it was bad wrong.

“Are you sure he actually asked for me? You know how he is. He hates my guts, Aiden after what happened--” She paused, remembering that she coincidentally, wasn’t with Aiden. “I’m sorry Aiden-I”

“Mercedes is involved. Dawn this is serious. Her dad died and they believe we’re involved” Dawn’s heart stopped, thinking back to the last time she saw her sister, holding a knife to her throat. They were tied to each other by blood, but it didn’t mean they got along; at all.

“No.. No” Dawn let her voice crack, not trying to stop the tears as she ended the call, dropping her phone down to the floorboards and hitting the gas even harder than before, driving to the bar that she had always met Aiden and Alex at. As she pulled up to the dive bar, she realized how long it had been since they met, her and Alex. She left her car in the middle of a few spaces, locking it as she walked into the bar, the sickening smell of Vodka filling her nose. Dawn cringed, seeing few an assortment of men she had once gone out with, spotting Aiden and Alexander at the bar, angry.

“Dawn Marie Summers, graduated at the top of her class, an All-Star athlete and runner, not to mention her time spent back in Iraq, right? Or was it Afghan with Aiden?” The man chuckled, reaching out a hand to her, “I’m just kidding, Dawnie.” Her golden eyes seemed to glaze over, the music in the bar changing to a rock song that she knew, maybe something by Metallica.

“How have you been, anyway, Alex?” Her voice cracked somewhat, but she went on, “I thought Anastasia left you? But you’ve still got your ring on? She’s with another man, right?”

“I think that we’re all good with that-- “

“She left because you hit her, and no matter how much she went to the police they always let you out with a warning? Right?” Dawn chose her words, seeming to spit them out at him.

“Dawn Summers, sister to Mercedes Ambrosia, two completely different souls, same line of work. You have both lost your fathers recently, and she believes you have something to do with it. She is coming here to kill you. And you need to protect yourself, and you know exactly how. Fight her, and succeed. If you do not, I will acquire a hitman to kill you, Aiden and your children. Aiden, you must fight Rowan. You both know very well by now that Aiden has a regeneration factor, and Dawn you have the ability to tap into the light. Mercedes has the ability for dark and Rowan has an automatic stamina reset. You both will be put to the test tomorrow. They are touching down to night at about 0600 hours. The time until then is yours. Please prep and get ready.” Alexander commanded this to both of them, his posture never changing, but his vocal tone tilting up and down with both of their abilities. He soon got up, leaving the bar with a tip of his hat and a subtle charcoal scent behind him.

“Well,” Aiden chuckled, looking at Dawn nervously before letting his hand move to the glass on the polished, yet dented wood. He took a quick chug of the whiskey, setting the glass down quickly and reaching for Dawn’s hand. He felt her shaking, sighing as he rubbed her hand. “Dawnie, you can do this. You’ve done this before and I know you can defeat her. Please don’t worry about me” He matched her line of sight, making sure that she was focused and that her eyes didn’t change a shade.

“Aiden-- I can’t.” Dawn’s eyes flashed a soft violet, looking up at him as they changed. She was remorseful, and she knew that it wouldn’t end right. I can’t kill her--Sure she isn’t blood related, but she probably had a life and she probably had kids with Rowan by now. They’d be about 3 by now, maybe two if she got pregnant right away. Dawn’s cat-like eyes returned back to the normal gold, and Aiden grabbed her arm, pulling her up.

“I don’t really want to die tonight, so I suggest that we get going. We’ll need ammo, and we’ll need better guns than just military issued.” He sighed, knowing that they’d have to drive to both his house, and Dawn’s. They decided to split the way, both going to their houses and meeting up on 34th street. Dawn had grabbed her dart gun, a few sleeves of extra darts; poisoned, of course. She had her rifle and blow gun slung across her back, as well as an ammunition belt at her small waist. She willed the last few glimpses of light to deport her to 34th street, touching down right next to the sign. She leaned back against it, her blood rusted dark hair blowing in the gentle spring wind. It was about 0400 hours when Aiden pulled up, backing his car into a drive in 59th Street next to her. She watched as he emerged, pointing him to the middle of the street. He gave a silent agreement, jogging to the middle of the street facing south and looking at 34th street and Hudson River. Dawn walked to the middle of the street, watching him and his blind spot as she faced 59th Street and Eighth Avenue. She brought her wrist up to her mouth, whispering to Aiden.

“I’ve got your blind side, just comm back if you see anything. They’ll be either five early or five after the hour. Watch out.” She grabbed her rifle from her back, slinging it around so she would have an easier way with its sights and trigger. Her fingers ran up and down the scope, adjusting the red light for the target as she looked down to her wrist, the time clicking over to 0500 hours. She sighed, letting her gun touch the torn up pavement underneath her, looking to Aiden as he stood perfectly alert, ready to fire both of his .45’s at any given second.

(Mercedes Celeste Ambrosia/Rowan Masterson Locke)

Mercy let her guard drop when they touched down in Manhattan, being in the city so many times before. Sure, it was crime and violence, but it was like home to her. Rowan reached for her hand, but she pulled away quickly, her fingers wrapping around her luggage, waiting until they were a few blocks from the airport to break out her perfect organization and army of bullets. A smile appeared on her lips as she loaded the 1911, slipping it into her waistband as she looked to the small yin symbol on her wrist. Her fingers grazed over it, a strong, dark entity seeming to overcome her frame. Her emerald eyes slowly darkening to a deep clover. She slung her rifle over her back, walking swiftly down the alley in front of her. She emerged back into the light, Rowan at her left. They came onto 59th Street, Mercedes eyes shone down onto Dawn as she walked.

“Aiden! We’ve got activity!” Dawn’s voice rang out as Aiden turned, sprinting to her side and wielding his .45’s. He only started to fire when he could see Dawn’s fingers tense up around the barrel of her dart-gun. The first bullet hit Rowan’s shoulder, lodging into the fabric of his jacket before falling to the ground with a resounding pop. Aiden took a quick step back, reloading the gun as he took another shot at Rowan, aiming to his knee. Dawn knelt down, remembering what Alexander had said. She moved her hand to her wrist, pressing down roughly on the yang tattoo that was imprinted into her skin. She was strong, and it was time to channel her power, let it take over and consume her whole. Dawn had gone months, years even without, and the feeling that churned within her bones had become way too strong. The rising sun was her aid, and Mercedes, too had an aid at her side. The crystal at her neck, if it breaks..She's done for. Dawn’s conscious took over, pondering about all possible outcomes. A quick shot of fire seemed to shoot through her veins, warming her organs. Her eyes transformed into a bright white, shocking to the human eye. Rowan looked into Aiden’s eyes, his hand going to his back, unsheathing the freshly sharpened dao at his back. He held it up, the light from the street-lamp phasing Aiden. They both engaged combat, Aiden grabbing the nunchucks at his side for a close combat attack.

“So, Mercy,” Dawn smiled, the perfect chiseled smile she always had. “It’s come to this? Truly, I didn’t think it would be myself, getting the chance to kill you. Hmm~ I could make it a bloodbath.” Dawn chuckled to herself, looking over to Aiden and Rowan, having it out their way. Firing and slicing at the other, combat easily at it’s finest. Aiden let out a loud growl, and Dawn looked to him, watching Rowan’s switchblade slide through Aiden’s body armour. Mercy advanced on Dawn, knocking her to her knees and kneeling her in her nose, knocking her back. A steady and small stream of blood erupted from her nostril, the young woman reached her hand up to feel the blood flow, wiping it away and scraping it off against the rough and seizing to forgive cracked road. Dawn stood back up, eyeing down Mercedes. She grabbed her blowgun, feeling the cool pipe between her fingers as she held it up like a baseball bat. Bashing it against Mercy’s head, she swept her feet from under her, Dawn regained her balance, reloading as Mercy struggled to stand.

“Dawn--Dawn!” Aiden’s voice cracked, his hand going up to the bullet hole in his chest, his eyes closing as Dawn ran to him. Rowan looked down to them, his deep brown eyes filled with accomplishment and joy. Dawn cradled his head in her lap, tears forming in her eyes as she looked down to him, her fingers drawing out the features on his darkened skin. Dawn laid his head down gently, taking her jacket off; providing it as a pillow for his leaving soul. She stood up, looking to Rowan as anger seemed to course through her veins. She picked up Aiden’s .45 from the ground, firing a full round at Rowan, multiple shots hitting vital organs. It was overkill, but Aiden dying? That was suicide for Dawn. It was her breaking point for psychotic rampage. She stepped over Aiden and moved to Rowan, Mercy letting out a loud cry, grasping his hand. Dawn grinned, seeming to laugh at her sister’s downfall. She kicked Mercedes back, her foot coming in contact with her collarbone, and a loud crack resounding.

“Dawn, please!” Mercy’s voice rang out in the abandoned alley of Hell’s Kitchen, grasping her chest. “You’re better than that--” She attempted to sit up, looking to her half-sister as she reached for her rifle.

“What’s a bloodbath without the fun?” Dawn chuckled, her whitened eyes changing to a deep red. “So you won’t protect John? Won’t protect Jess?”

“Stop--Dawn just stop!” Mercedes’ mind flashed back to the last time she saw her mother, a mission she was sent on with her, her death causing a business out-cry. “I can’t believe you--” Mercy gained all of her current strength to stand, firing a few bullets in Dawn’s direction, one taking a hit in the middle of her palm, and the other next to her acl, off by a few millimeters. She’s still a good shot--Why? Dawn’s hand went down to her calf, digging the bullet out with her nails, and causing immediate damage to her acl. She let out a soft whimper, her eyes glazing over as she looked down into Mercy’s direction.

“And just take hold of that ledge and maybe slip.” Jessica paused, her soft and seeming to be fragile voice dipping down. “Maybe let go of all of your troubles and forget about the mistakes. Everything may be beautiful in the eyes of the beholder, but the reality of the blind shows that the world isn't all it is.” She turned to face Dawn and Mercedes, holding her hands out to them, placing a crystal attached to a golden chain in both of their hands. “Corruption and lust with greed and the unruly, the wonders of the world seeming to be lost to our eyes.” Dawn’s mind flickered back out of the memory, weight equally displayed on her upper thighs and lower stomach. She opened her eyes, looking up to Mercy whom had her fingers wrapped around Dawn’s bicep, holding her down. Dawn smirked somewhat, not showing a struggle as she slowly worked her knee up, bucking Mercy back and into a street lamp. She curled up into a semi-circle, groaning as she reached back to straighten out her back. Dawn leaned against an opposing street sign, accepting an incoming com from Alex.

“What’s up?” She expressed no sign of worry, just normally carrying on the conversation.

“How are you doing Dawn? I’m in Monteriggioni and I’ve got my hand on the destiny.” He exhaled, the part when he would have to tell any living relative what came next, always having been hard. “When?”

“Not just yet.” Dawn looked up as Mercy groaned, a trail of blood erupting from her mouth, leaking onto the pavement. Dawn physically cringed, “What will happen anyway? Isn’t something like Anthrax? How does that even work?”

“Well, she’s already got the virus for it in her blood, the only part that I play is having it react.” Dawn silently nodded, “I’ll close in a few minutes” Dawn took the liberty of grabbing her com from her collar and tossed it away, walking to Mercy and ripping the crystal from her neck, sighing as she did so. Dawn attached it to her own, and turned as Mercy stood.

“Thought you could get away, huh?” Mercy coughed up a small glob of blood, spitting it onto the blasted pavement in her path. “Usually isn’t that easy.” Dawn froze as she felt a barrel pressed up against her temple, an immediate reaction to be a punch into the chest of the perpetrator, but Mercy took that precaution, grabbing Dawn’s arm as she swung back. Mercy shoved Dawn’s arm back to her as she raised her fist and brought it to collide with her 5th and 6th Thoracic. Mercedes shoved Dawn forward, causing a fracture to her wrist. serving to keep her facial structure from being damaged. The young woman bent her wrist backwards, flexing the tendon to keep it active. Dawn’s pearly eyes glazed over, cracking the wrist back once more. She collapsed to her hands and knees, grabbing her stomach as she turned around, watching her sisters every movement. Mercy suddenly dropped; scratching at her arms, small sores Dawn hadn’t seen before appearing. Dawn quickly thought back to her conversation with Alexander, and her mind flicking back to the realization of a side-effect. Small sores that may appear on skin, extreme and severe illness. Dawn thought back to Mercedes’ time as a national scientist, and realized how easy it would be for her to contract Anthrax. Mercy continued to scratch at her arms, the pores opening and spilling out some type of clear yet clumpy liquid.

“I’m sorry, Mercy,” Dawn looked down to her, seeming to watch the life leave her eyes as she did. Dawn leaned down, letting Mercedes crawl into her lap as Dawn held out her arms to allow her to rest her head against her chest. Dawn felt Mercy’s body go limp, and she cried, and cried, and cried. Dawn pulled her hand out from under her sister’s head, reaching down to close her eyes the last time. “Покойся с миром.” Dawn sighed, laying Mercedes down in the street, her weapons by her side.

Epilogue

Dawn visited back to Monterginnoi with her kids, carrying Aiden’s signature .45 at her hip. Her hair was dyed to be a soft brown, a simple color that fit her life perfectly. She visited the new owners of the Ambrosia household, seeing that it was empty, not surprising her. A barrel was pressed up against the back of her skull, and her world froze.

“Say nighty-night Summers.” Alexander’s deep voice echoed to her, looking down at Aiden’s dogtags around her neck and grasping them. She froze, her eyes looking straight forward, matching up with frames on the fireplace. Her eyes analyzed the picture, and she finally realized that it was Alex and Anastasia. Alexander hit the trigger, Dawn's brains being basically blown out. Alex smiled, grabbing her gun and pocketing it before walking out of the house and taking her kids to a theme park, forcing them to forget their mothers existence.

“All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That is how far the world is away from where I am. One bad day.”