***~Hi, This fic was actually for English class. We were supposed to do something that had a particular mood. Well duh, it was for Halloween. I had it lying around for about a year and thought I would pull it out and refine it a little. If you think I suck, then that's ur problem, though I am open to constructive criticism. Thanks a lot.~ ***

1st Part " is end has come for .Arris."

The voice called me again. I had heard it often, for months now, and in truth it made me nervous. I jerked my head of my desk.

" Arris! Miss Lunar, would you kindly answer the question?"

It was my teacher, Mrs. Redding, and she didn't look extremely happy, and the color of her hair, red, didn't take away from her mood. Quickly I rewound the conversation in my head and answered her. "1803." She didn't seem to pleased that I had gotten it right. That woman had something against me. Instead she turned to another girl, one of my friends, and asked her another question. Phoebe hesitated a moment before answering. In a bored manner I stared out the window, watching a group of senior boys play basketball. Brazenly I glanced at Mrs. Redding and her fiery hair and pondered the meaning of the message. Hold that, I already knew what it meant, the human race was going to be annihilated. Mrs. Redding looked over at me, and I met her gaze. It was a bitter look like someone had stuck something sour into her mouth. Her gaze lingered on me like the shadows of evil, and for a second I feared her with a fear I had never experienced before, but it passed. My soul was to powerful, to free, too fervent for a single glance to tame.

" When the end comes I hope you die first." I muttered softly. She hadn't heard me, I was sure of it, but a part of me wished she had, to see the terror seep onto her pale, freckle-dotted face.

But if I did, the other half of me argued, the other kids, including Phoebe would think I had lost my mind, something strange had just happened, or that I was making empty threats. However, they were not empty, the world of humankind was coming to an end. Men and women, humans were going to be enslaved, or killed. I guessed only a select few would live free, but the rest were probably going to be turned into slaves, or murdered in mass numbers. I shuddered to think at the means people would be slaughtered by, but I stood it. My long hours of a special kind of martial arts and such had really taught me control, and now I felt nothing. Nothing at all.

***~Well, that's the first part. What did you think? Plz review. As stated at the top, I am open to constructive criticism. No diatribes please. (I actually used a vocabulary word from English class, wow.) I know its short. I'm only having three installments. The next one will be longer, I promise. ~***