Make her sacrifice mean something in the end.

Then there's nothing but the cold embrace of water and the certainty of violence to come.

The M.U.S.E. rises.

The friend falls away.

The monster wakes to dance.

And somewhere in the depths of my fractured mind, the shadows weep for what's about to be lost.

For the friendship that will end in blood.

For the sacrifice freely given.

For the monster that can't be caged once freed.

The water swirls around us as my consciousness fades completely, leaving only the weapon they created — perfect and lethal and utterly without mercy.

Riot wanted to give the others a chance to escape.

I hope she gets her wish.

The last threads of humanity slip away as the monster takes full control.

Through its eyes, I see Riot not as friend or protector, but as prey to be eliminated.

Just as she planned.

Just as she chose.

Just as she sacrificed herself to ensure.

Goodbye, Riot.

Thank you for your strength.

I'm sorry it has to end this way.

Then there's nothing but darkness and the certainty of violence to come.

The weapon is armed.

The target is acquired.

The mission is clear.

And the monster wakes to hunt in waters turned to blood.

12

FIGHT FOR FREEDOM

~NYX~

Pain.

Always pain.