She stumbled out of her cherry glossed car, she stool three years ago, and looks up at me with blood dripping from her scratches above her eyes, making her look like a murderer. The look in her eyes matched, mixed of anger, excitement, determination. She pulled out her scarlet gun, pointing it at us, slightly smiling, excited to finally see us gone. I glared at her, not scared of seeing her as my killer. Seeing this, seemed to bother her. Amarah's too used to her prey begging for their lives, or closing their eyes to not remember their killer, she took joy in those faces. She fed from it. But, seeing that I glared back, gave her no joy. "I really can't believe that my traitor sister thinks she's better than me." she said dropping her gun. "You know, just because you got past Anena, Lyra, Dagon, Sithe, and Riah. Dosen't mean you can get past me. I'm a whole new level." she said, pulling out a knife instead. "If you think you're so good, get over here, and prove it." she challenged. I gently set Issac down, and pulled out the knife I took from Riah. I held the knife, facing the blade under my pinky, and charged at her. She blocked me with her forearm tossing the knife in the air, but my stubborn grip held onto it. She punched me in the gut, making me...