Kiera's POV:

They say that the good ones are the ones who give, and the evil are the ones who take; but what if the evil were broken by the good who had given so much, that the evil had no choice but to give it back?

Villain, or hero? You can only be one. Those are only words. But those words have enough power to decide what you are.

Blood dripped from my head as a gunshot rang through the air, hitting me dead in the forehead...why was my head in pain...? It hurt. Gravity pulled me down, and I felt my clothes tare through the air with my body. What is this? My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I crashed onto the ground below me, with a loud CRACK-SPLAT. And suddenly, the pain was completely gone...

Ah... I know what happened now.

I died.