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    #21 Shades of Gray: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More
    #21 Shades of Gray: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More
    #21 Shades of Gray: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More
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    #21 Shades of Gray: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More

    By Kristie Lynn Higgins

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    Kimberly must deal with the aftermath of her craft.

    Shades of Gray: science fiction action adventure mystery thriller serial series:
    1. Noir, City Shrouded By Darkness
    2. From Moscow, With Love
    3. Cerberus Versus Pandora
    4. Sisters

    A doom was looming over the planet, a great darkness that could bring about the Closing of Days. Two women would be brought together... One was a legal assassin or Life Closer known as the Phoenix and the other was an experiment known as the Pandora Project who would either bring about a Twilight that would be the first rays of dawn or a Twilight that would usher in the darkness forever. Follow these women as their paths cross.

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    PublisherKristie Lynn Higgins
    Release dateMar 28, 2018
    ISBN9781370873210
    #21 Shades of Gray: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More
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      #21 Shades of Gray - Kristie Lynn Higgins

      Shades of Gray

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      Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More

      Kristie Lynn Higgins

      SHADES OF GRAY: Twilight Breaks And Fades And Hope Is No More

      Text Copyright © 2018 by Kristie Lynn Higgins

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      Cover art: Sunset photo taken by Saguaro Pictures

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      Start One Of These Series

      by Kristie Lynn Higgins

      www.KristieLynnHiggins.com

      Bring forth the Twilight! Bring forth a Closing of Days! Let the light be seen no more! Let all things come to an end! Let my life be no more! Let my heart be utterly destroyed! Let all this madness come to an end!

      Translated from the Gathered Works

      Arcamedes 525 B.D.C.

      Chapter One

      Twilight Breaks And Fades

      32 A.D.C...

      November 12...

      Friday...

      Sometime before 12 P.M...

      Hellenistic Sector, Dorai Kumo Vicinage...

      Rairakku Estate...

      Nahum 3:1

      Woe to the city of blood, full of lies, full of plunder, never without victims!

      Kibo Gardens...

      At the bridge...

      Minutes before Kat's death and the first shot...

      Kimberly's view...

      The bridge... We're standing on the bridge, and it's so cold out here as black snow falls all around us. I'm staring at the back of the one person I considered a dear friend. Hades... This person who's as close to my heart as a sister can be... she... The one I once called Katharine... She's running away from me and my rage. Katharine has become someone I hate, so I refer to her as Pandora, a project who conveniently claims to have no memory of her past. Pandora declared that she was going to disappear, but I can't have that, my craft can't have that. I came to the surface and to this garden to stop her and to finally complete my artistry of the reaper, but now that I'm here... I don't want her to leave me, but I'm not sure if it's because I want to kill her or I want to forgive her.

      She continues to run away from me in her sloth-like manner as if the cold is killing her. The stupid idiot's not wearing a coat. Pandora sluggishly slinks away as if the Arctic Blast is bringing her to a terrible end in a race to beat my resolve and my craft. I could easily catch up to her, but I stay where I stand. I stay there and demand that she turn and face me. Pandora ignores me as if her act of defiance will save her and as if her act of defiance will save me. She slowly edges away from me as time, the frigid world, and my own tumultuous feelings move rapidly forward. Pandora believes she can escape my wrath just by ignoring me, and I let her believe that a bit longer. My craft has become the center of my life. It's the only thing keeping me going. She killed my mom and now that she also understands that, now that Pandora also believes she's a murdering fitch, I can finally bring all of this to an end. I only have to make her face me one last time. I need to make her face what she's done to me, but I won't physically force her. I'll strike out against her weak point. I'll strike out and use our friendship against her. I'll make her regret ever entering my life.

      Katharine...

      I use her name. I use the name my mom and myself gave to her. She had no name other than the Pandora Project before we gave her one, and I use that name as a curse. I call out to her and with the power in that name, I force her to turn and face me. I'll not hold back when it comes to my art of pain and torment. Friendship, sisterhood, her adoration for me are all treacherously at my disposal, and I'll use all of them as ammunition. I anticipate the look that she'll give me as she turns. Pandora will... she'll see my hatred right away, and then she'll die with my rage and contempt branded on her heart.

      Pandora turns to me nearly frozen with this hopeful look in her half-dead hazel eyes. Hades... Where's the searing brand? Where's the scorch of my rage and contempt? I don't see them. I only see... Fitch! I can't believe she's looking at me as if there's a chance for us to turn back time. I hate her hopeful look. I want to gouge it out of her sockets. Pandora has to know nothing can turn back my vengeance-screaming hands. Her fate can't be changed in our story. My anger boils even in the freezing air. The fitch has to know that I'm going to kill her and that there's nothing that can stop me. I prepare myself to kill her. I prepare to remember every second of what's about to happen, but I'm flung forward through time. The shock hasn't settled in yet as the moments I wanted to savor slip through my fingers. Somehow, I've missed a handful of seconds and in those seconds, I've shot her. The shock settles in, and I could just cry, not that I had hurt her but that I missed the event. It's recorded nowhere in my memory, and it's so important to my craft. I won't be able to replay it. Oh, my Zeus! How did this happen? I pulled the trigger without even knowing it, and I stand there holding the gun in the air in the same position I unconsciously fired it from. Smoke floats down from the barrel, proving the Arctic Blast's rule is supreme in this land of black snow and ice. My artwork of death... It's at an end. It's... What I've done sinks in, and I'm stunned that I pulled the trigger, but I'm even more shocked to see that Pandora's flat on her back still alive, reeling in agony and trying to flee from her inevitable end. I wanted more out of my craft before this final step. I wanted her hatred, but all I got was her outrage. It looks like I don't need her hatred to go through with this. I only needed... I only needed... I feel a bout of tears coming and if they do come, I won't be able to finish this. I close my eyes and push back all the emotions that will prevent me from taking my revenge, and then I reopen my eyes, remove Pale Horse from my pocket, and place it in my gun. I take a few steps towards her as she lies on her back scooting her body away from me but only by inches. I pause... I need to recoup something from this failed part of my craft of revenge. I need to slow down and relish in my deliverance of my art. I have time so I think back, and I'm able to recall something I thought my mind never recorded. Before... the look on her face when I called her name and she turned around and I shot her... Pandora never saw it coming... She was expecting something else from me. Stupid idiot... I peer down at this foolish woman. Were you still hoping for my forgiveness? Were you still hoping we could somehow get past the fact that you murdered my mom? I peer into her eyes. I believe the answer is yes. She wanted to be forgiven by me. The fitch thought our friendship would win in the end. She knows the truth now. Painfully, she knows that my hatred is stronger. I study her fear-filled expression and see that there's something else that she wants from me and this something she wants more than my forgiveness. I have no idea what it could be, so I must know before I end her. I must know what she could possibly want more than my forgiveness.

      I deeply inhale of the frigid air and nearly lose my breath to the cold. I believe the temperature has dropped another ten degrees since I've been out here, but the cold does nothing to cool the explosive rage I feel. I will end her... I take a step toward her and notice the menacing clouds above us have started to swirl like we're in the middle of a windless hurricane, but there hasn't been a hurricane in Noir since the Dry Clouds appeared. I continue towards the practically frozen Pandora and kneel beside her, but it's more like I collapse to her left side. I grab onto her pant leg near her knee so that she can't escape from me any farther. Pandora tries to push away from me and after several attempts, she stops trying and just stares at me. I can't tell if she stopped trying to flee from me because she has finally accepted her punishment or she's starting to succumb to the frigid elements. I aim the gun at her heart, and my gunhand shakes and trembles so badly that it won't stop even after I have placed my other hand on the grip. I thought she was done for, but Pandora deliriously grabs at my left arm with her own left hand. I can't tell if it's from desperation or she needs to tell me something and she wants to make sure I listen. I guess there is still that one matter that she wants more than my forgiveness. She's having difficulty breathing and blood's trickling out of her mouth. Old blood has already frozen to her face. I continue to maliciously watch her. The right time hasn't come yet. My heart's still screaming at me to stop this insanity, but it's too late for me to heed it, so I let seconds go by as I watch her suffer. This is the part of my craft I'm supposed to enjoy and savor, so I will. I was cheated out of the other part of my craft when time was flung forward, but I'll make sure to savor all of her agony and terror. I will take it all in... her suffering, her pain, her final gasps... I sit there and watch her, and she acts like she wants to tell me something, so I patiently wait for her to express her last wishes. I have nowhere else to be... I have nothing else to be but her confessor.

      Blood trickles out the bullet wound in her chest as she manages to say, Don't... Pandora doesn't finish the sentence as she desperately holds onto my arm, but then she tries again and manages to say through trembling lips, Don't...

      Kill you? I question her with as much dispassion as I can as if I know what she wants to say to me, and then I ask her, Isn't it a little too late?

      Don't... she stammers between clinching her teeth in pain.

      I seize her left wrist and squeeze it as if I'm squeezing her neck, and then I tell her, You're in no position to stop me from doing anything. Stop your begging and take your punishment.

      Please don't... Pandora begs.

      I expect her to say more but she doesn't. I know the cold is taking its toll on her, not that I care. I watch as she struggles with death and my hatred as she's determined to tell me something. It must be that thing she wants more than my forgiveness, but I have no clue what that thing could be. I get fed up with her inability to tell me, and I snap, For Ares' sake! Spit it out if you want to tell me something before I end you!

      This moment is nothing like I imagined it. I angrily let go of her wrist, and it falls limply to her side. I'm reeling with rage... I'm seething with wrath... or at least, I should be. I'm about to kill my mom's murderer. I'm about to complete the very last step, the final brushstroke to my work of art, but all I can do is act like I'm angry. All I can do is act like this is what I want. All I can do is play the part Guild Magistrate Frederick Barbarossa laid out for me. I have a role, I only need to finish it, and the curtain can come down. Something is wrong. I'm not enjoying this as much as I should be. I can blame the cold. It's making me dispassionate towards my goal. It's chilling the fires that make me the Phoenix. I'm an extinguished firebird. I need to find the flames of my rage again.

      Pandora manages to lift her hand again and seizes my elbow with her bloodstained fingers as if to steal some energy away from me so that she can complete her last mission, and then she pleads with me, Don't hate me. Please... Pandora moves her hand to my wrist and clasps it tightly as if she'll never let go, and she begs, Don't hate me. I won't be able to stand it if you hate me.

      I can't believe it! This is what she wanted more than my forgiveness. How dare she? The flames I thought had been doused, fire back up and consume my being in indignant retribution. How dare she ask for something that I have every right to place upon her!

      You're not going to do anything but die, I scream at her as I numb myself to her pleads that are suffocating my soul. I want this all to be over, so I tell her, You're going to die because you took away the most important person to me.

      Don't hate me...

      I won't let up on my craft. I will strike with my very soul, so I scream at her with all my might, I do hate you, you fitch! I hate you with everything that I am! Why did you ever come to my Earth? Why couldn't you have stayed on your own? All of this is your fault. I hate you! I hate you so much!

      The wind kicks up around us as the clouds above swirl more angrily as Pandora starts to cry and sob. The silence that befell us is replaced with loud angry sounds. I glare at her with all the hatred I have, all the hatred I'm pretending to have, and I'm about to tell her how much more I hate her but then it happens.

      12:00 P.M...

      Before me, a miracle or more like some plague of wonder and awe appears that should not be. A tear... an actual tear runs down her cheek. I can't believe it... It's just like in my dream. I could never remember the last part of my dream I had about the Kibo Gardens but as I see it happen in real life, I now remember it clearly. I made her cry. The tear quickly freezes, and I believe I just imagined it, so I wipe the frosty mirage away, but then another tear falls and then another. I stand to my feet as if I have been forcibly shoved away from her. I deny what I see. Pandora can't cry. She's incapable of shedding tears. I actually shake my head as I deny it. She's a monster... Monsters can't cry.

      Don't do this now, I tell her. Don't you actually cry on me. Don't do this to me, fitch!

      Pandora says nothing to me as she continues to cry and as she does, the Dry Clouds above wail and swirl in a mass, and then a beam of light shines down from the Dry Clouds' center and alights on her face. The beam's small at first only the size of a quarter but then it grows, and I look up to see that the beam is sunlight. The mile-thick mass of Dry Clouds have opened up an eye in the winter hurricane and it's wide enough for the sun to peek through. It's like Helios is peering down at us. I look back to Pandora as she continues to bawl and with each tear she sheds, the beam of light doubles in size until it encompasses us both. I kneel back to her.

      What are you doing? How are you doing all of this? I question her and then this fear sweeps over me like something terrifying is about to happen, so I demand of her, You should stop. You need to stop.

      Please don't hate me, Pandora begs as she doesn't care that the sun is shining on us. Her world is simple. Pandora doesn't want me to despise her, and she continues begging me, Please forgive me.

      No, I yell at her as fear and hatred battle for control. I want you to hate me, I shriek at her with all my being. I can't let her turn my craft on me, I won't let her, so I order her, I want you to hate me before I finally kill you!

      I can't hate you, Pandora tells me, then she looks at me with those horrible hazel eyes that show nothing but sorrow and adoration for me, and she tells me after she spits up blood, I love you. You're the one person who...

      A shot rings out and deafens me to my surroundings as the bullet strikes her in the heart. The second shot silences her forever, and Pandora's arm fall motionless to the bridge as smoke again rolls from the barrel of my gun and trails to the ground. Pale Horse has ridden... Pale Horse has claimed the life I always intended for it to claim. The bullet had no other purpose but to end her story, and it has... Pandora no longer struggles... Pandora no longer gasps for air. She... My friend is as still as the black snow around her, and her eyes that once shown despair and adoration are splattered by her own blood and are dim and sparkless.

      The beam of sunlight goes out as if a door to the warm and bright outside world is shut forever, and the sun vanishes from Noir as I snuff out her life. I look up. The Dry Clouds no longer swirl like an enraged windless hurricane but move about as if they're water someone has churned with their hand. I turn my attention back to Pandora as I lay my gun to the bridge, and then I place my left hand on the side of her face. She's so cold. Oh, my Zeus... I've killed her.

      There... I tell her as if she can still hear me, as if what I say matters to her anymore. I've completed my craft... I've avenged my mom... I've rid this Earth of the monster in the guise of a child... I've...

      A sob leeks from my lips, so I pause and force it back. I can't cry. This was what I wanted... I wanted her dead and now she is. I place my hand that's on her face under her head and with the assistance of my other hand, I lift her to me and cradle her dead body in my arms. I wrap my arms around her and hold her very close to me. Her bodies like ice, but I don't care. I've finished my craft... I'm victorious in my revenge. I'm... It finally sinks in what I've done. Another sob comes and then another until I start to cry, and I rock back and forth, holding one who's a sister to me. I actually did it... I killed her. I killed my best friend. Things become very clear to me in the frigid stillness. I was never able to convince my heart I wanted her dead so this is killing me. I wail in agony as I realize I lied to myself. I never convinced my soul, so I'm dying over and over in some suffocating nightmare. Why did I do it? Why did I kill her? I should have forgiven her. I blame my mind. It's at fault here. It told me I had to. It told me it was the only way, but it lied to me. My mind... I... me... I lied to myself. I said this was the only way but deep down, my mind said no. My mind told me this wasn't the way, but I ignored it. I lied to myself. I never wanted this... I never wanted to see Pandora dead. I sob as I realize something. I didn't kill Pandora, I killed Katharine... I killed my Kitty Kat. I'm a fitch... She never was... I'm the fitch. The President lied to me... I'm drowning in lies. Why did I have to do this? Why couldn't I have forgiven her? If I wanted to kill someone, I should have killed myself.

      I cry some more as my sorrow increases to the point that I can't bear it anymore, so I gently place her on the ground, grab my gun, and place the barrel against my head. I told myself it would take three bullets to end our story. I shot her hand and I shot her twice in the chest. I thought those would be enough to end our story, but it looks like it'll take four bullets instead.

      I can feel the cold steel of my gun even through my gloves. It's a wretched beast who took my friend away from me and in the hands of my friend, the beast took away my mom. This beast of steel and powder will now claim another life.

      Did I plan this from the start? Did I secretly know this is how I planned to have our story end? I won't be living with what I've done. I can't live with what I've done. I might have come to the point where I convinced myself all three parts of me were in agreement to kill my best friend, but it would have been a lie. I don't know if even one part of me wanted her dead. No, I know no part of me wanted her dead, and I can't live with what I've done, so I place my finger on the trigger and...

      Kimmie... I hear a voice from behind me call to me. I should know this voice, and the voice questions me, What have you done?

      I lower my gun as a new emotion sweeps over me, and then I slowly turn and look at the person calling to me. I can't seem to focus in on their face. The snow or maybe my tears are making it hard to see. I wipe my eyes, and I can see a bit better. I focus in on their face, and my heart sinks from grief and shock as I shake my head denying what I see. This person can't be here. This person can't be calling my name. She... Oh... my Zeus! She's supposed to be dead.

      I utter, Mom..?

      The woman... my mom... Theresa... Such joy fills my heart as I see the one person who I adored more than anyone. Her eyes are covered in whitish frost where tears are forming around them as those same tears of tremendous glee form around my own. I drop my gun, stand to my feet, and quickly run towards her. She can't be here. She's dead. I'm seeing a ghost. She's dead or am I dead? I near her and I want to scream at her, but I just don't know what words I want to scream. My mom remains silent as I walk right up to her.

      Are you real?

      I am, she replies.

      I thought you were dead.

      My mom says nothing.

      I thought you were murdered.

      My mom still says nothing.

      I reach out my hand and touch the side of her cheek, and then I immediately pull my hand away. She's no phantom. Hades... She's flesh, and she's alive. I have to be sure. I look over her face. She has aged since the last time I saw her but haven't we all. I look to her right eye and down from the corner, I see the Kyn'Modor Birthmark. It is her. An avalanche of emotions rushes over me and tumbles me down a mountain of confusion, joy, and despair. I don't know which emotion to embrace first. I don't know which... I find that I have flung my arms around her, and I'm hugging my mom. I'm hugging her, and I'm crying. She's here! She's alive! I have my mom back!

      R.G.'s view...

      I wrap my arms around my daughter. I embrace her and hold her, trying to make up for all the time we've been apart but more importantly, I embrace her and hold her, knowing what she has done and that it's my fault that this travesty has occurred. All my planning... All my scheming... I have caused the Closing of Days to be unstoppable. I have doomed the whole world to perish and... I have caused my daughter to do the unthinkable. I caused her to murder her friend.

      I squeeze her tightly as I start to cry. I don't know what to do from here. I've always had a plan since I started down this road so long ago. I have always known what the next step was or at least in what direction I needed to go but now... I have no clue. I'm so lost. Our hope is dead... Katharine is dead along with the world's future.

      Kimberly's view...

      My mom starts crying and that causes me to cry all the more. She must be as happy as I am to see her. Her hug warms me. Everything will be fine now. I let go of any pinned up need to suppress my emotions, and I let them out little by little.

      Happiness and joy...

      I have my mom. I have her back. The hole in my heart left by her absence can be filled again. I have my mom. She can make anything better. I hold onto her tighter as if I'm afraid I'll lose her again. She's alive. Oh, my Zeus! She's alive. I can have my family back. We can be like we once were... the perfect little family. It's hard to put my elation into words. No one killed my mom. No one murdered her. She's here. She's alive. I can't express how happy I am, how truly happy I am. I just want to scream. More of my emotions leak out.

      Grief and sorrow...

      My mom's alive and with me but that means... I turn my head and look back at Katharine's still body. My mom's alive and that means I killed Katharine for nothing. I killed her for an act she never committed. I told her I hated her and then I ended her and I did this because... I turn back, face my mom, and take a few steps back from her. She allowed me to believe she was dead all of this time and I... I did a horrible thing. The idea forces me to go insane, and I start screaming.

      Rage and...

      R.G's... Theresa's view...

      My daughter starts shrieking as she puts her hands to her head as if to keep it from exploding. I'm caught off guard by her screams that are full of madness, and I freeze at first unable to console her. Kimberly finally realizes what I already know. There was never any reason for her to kill Katharine. My daughter might have convinced herself there was one before but now, she knows there was never a reason. She continues shrieking, and I'm afraid that she'll hurt herself, so I quickly wrap my arms around her and hug her again. She continues screeching but then her screams die down, and she stands in my arms unmoving. An uneasiness comes over me, and I'm more uncomfortable with her silence than I was with her screams.

      Are you R.G.? she questions me.

      I don't answer her.

      Are you R.G.? Kimberly repeats with no emotion in her tone.

      I want to answer her, but I don't and before I have a chance to do anything, she pushes me away from her.

      Kimberly's view...

      I shove my mom and force myself away from her as the horror of what I've done... as the horror of what she made me do completely clicks for the first time. Katharine never killed her. Katharine killed no one. She was so

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