America's POV:

My entire body was flickering. No, I don't mean shaking, it was flickering like a candle's flame. Some parts were completely translucent, or just gone. I didn't panic though, or try to stop it. This is what I wanted. I wanted to die. Maybe not this way, but it was something. I went and layed on my bed, smiling at the streaks of pain that game with the fading, that made me cry out in pain and my entire body jerk. As I was lying there, I couldn't stop thinking about Alaska. I would die before I got my revenge...revenge on the three sick, twisted personages who stooped so low they killed a child to get at me. Two were his brothers...one by blood, the other by...adoption, of sorts. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I couldn't help but smile.

I'm coming, Viktor...