8th January, 2252.
Living Mirage, Arizona.
3rd person POV.

Sabre opened her eyes slowly, and groaned. Her body no longer ached and all of her injuries had healed. Like she knew they would. It took her a while for senses to catch up properly, and when they did, Sabre saw that she wasn't in the living room anymore, but rather in her own bedroom.

She sat up, reached over, and touched her toes without difficulty. She felt even better than before. She glanced at the watch on her hand. 8:30 pm. Not unusual but for her regeneration process but still. Her body normally healed in 3 hours, maximum. Then again, I haven't been sleeping properly these days. Maybe that's why it took so long. I needed the rest.

She stretched and jumped out of bed, feeling surprisingly famished and suddenly...tired. Something seemed wrong. Then it dawned on her; she hadn't eaten yet. A speedster's diet was an important factor in their lifestyle. It didn't matter if she didn't use her powers at all, her body would start demanding she get a refill of energy.

She had to eat ten times the normal rate of the hungriest person in the world, since her body was moving at such incredible speeds, and the food she would've just eaten would soon disintegrate into nothing in less than 3 minutes thanks to her super fast metabolism. The more she used her speed however, the hungrier she'd be later. And if she refused to acknowledge it? It'd grow worse until her own speed would start to cripple her body, killing her in the process. The same principle applies for every speedster, so she had to make sure she ate on time.

"Mom?" She called out loudly. No response.

Mom usually calls me down for dinner by now, she thought. She got out of bed and stretched again. Her body felt better than before but now it felt a bit weak. Not unusually hungry, fortunately, which was a good sign.

"Mom?" She called out again, more loudly. Still no response.

She sauntered down the stairs, her stomach growling. The television was on loudly, with the screen black and white, shining in the darkness of the living room. Sabre blinked and looked around at the living room, which was a mess. The coffee table was overturned, the cushions ripped and stuffing all over the floor, different breakable decorations of the living room shattered, and littered all over the floor, the windows broken-

She paled and took one step forward, and her foot stepped in something wet. She looked down and saw a red substance on her foot and on the ground. Blood? She shuddered, put on a pair of black furry bunny slippers she'd left on the stairs, before she went to school, and walked around the living room slowly, surveying the damage.

Her stomach growled again, reminding her that she needed to eat something, so she ventured into the kitchen, which looked pretty much in the same state. Dishes and glasses broken on the floor, some food stains on the walls and the dishwasher and oven doors were open. Sabre groaned and went to open the refrigerator door but drew her hand back. Three long ragged scratches were cut right through the stainless steel door.

"Holy cow..." She whispered, passing her hand over the scratches, feeling the cold nitrogenic air of the fridge. "What the hell happened here..."

"Rip-"

She jumped from suddeness of the voice. She looked around for the source of the voice but she was the only one in the room. It sounded unnatural. Full of evil. And...metallic.

"W-who's there?" She asked, trying to make sure her knees wouldn't start knocking.

"Tear....Kill....Rip..." It said, ominously.

Sabre shook her head, trying to get the voice out of her head. It had to be part of her imagination. She opened the door and took out an apple, but the voice started talking again. Louder, and more closer to her than before. She hardly took a proper bite before something hit her in the face.

She cried out in pain, tasting warm blood in her mouth mixed in with the apple. The apple fell from her hand and she dropped to one knee, spitting out blood.

"Leave me alone!" She said, wincing. "What do you want from me?"

"To destroy you. And make to make sure you never forget my name..."

Sabre felt something more real grab her by her neck and force her against the fridge. She yelled and looked around wildly for the source but couldn't see anything in front of her. It hoisted her up, holding her up near the ceiling, by her neck, choking her. She tried to pry the hands of whom or whatever it was off of her, when her hands touched something. It felt cold and smooth, like steel or some sort of metal. And from what she could guess, the things crushing her windpipe were like cold metallic fingers.

A talking metal hand is trying to kill me?!

"W-why do you want to destroy m-me?" She barely got the words out.

It squeezed tighter and Sabre's vision started to waver a bit. Fresh red blood oozed from her nose and mouth. Her lungs started to hurt a bit, then more, until it felt like they were going to burst After a minute of struggling, it looked like a giant suit of silver metal armour was trying to choke her to death. Her body went limp and the pain in her lungs seemed to go away slowly. Is this death?

"W-who...a-a-are....y-you..." She choked out the words feebly.

The head of the armour seemed to tilt its head at her. Where its eyes were, there were two brightly blue sapphire coloured lights. Staring at her. So lethal yet so beautiful. She closed her eyes...

"Never forget. I am the fastest speedster alive." It snapped at her. "I am your death, Katherine Pines. I am Savitar!"

Wait, Sabre thought. Did it just call me by my mother's name?

Sabre shook her head. She opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't in the kitchen or downstairs. She was back in her own room. I've been dreaming the entire time?! She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Sure enough there were her favourite superhero posters on her bedroom walls, and she was on her own four poster sized bed.

She put her hands almost unconsciously to her throat. She didn't feel any marks physically, nor was her mouth or nose bleeding anymore. Maybe it never had. But something about what she saw, what she went through, made her dream seem...well real. A little too real.

"Sabre! Time for dinner!" Her mother's voice rang out through the house.

Sabre almost believed the sudden normalcy that came with that one sentence daily, but the new thoughts in her head pushed it aside and forced her to face the unknown and unanswered questions. She got up shakily, and ran downstairs at a normal human speed, with two of the biggest questions about the dream on her mind: Why did it call Mom's name? And who the hell is Savitar?!