In The Name Of . . . (Sequel to Fault Line) [Completed]

The Worst In Me (Finale Info)

First thing's first. The Worst In Me will be the last book of this trilogy. Now I haven't gotten to writing the summary description for it yet but here's a few things to look forward to: Lana's older and more wiser, Agent Smith will stop at nothing to catch Lana, the FBI hasn't stopped looking for the youngest Carter, and Lana will have to revisit memories that might kill her in the end. 

Okay, enough of the diabolical plot stuff. I plan on publishing TWIM towards the end of December. So keep an eye out for it. Now without further ado, here is the prologue for The Worst In Me, the final part of the Fault Line Trilogy:

Red. That's all I see. Blood. Blood the color of red. Red as dark as blood looks in the nighttime. Blood pouring out of the many wounds that cover my entire family. Aunt Mallory. Megan. Mom. Dad. Jane. Everyone. Only I stand here. Every part of me is frozen, my body and clothes are stained with their blood. And here I stand, bloodied, dirty, heartbroken. Holding a knife as my last defense. I am the last of my family. It is in my blood to survive. It's the only thing I can do for them. Survive.

I blink. Once. Twice. Nothing. Then it's all gone. The bodies. The blood. The room. It's just me. Standing in the middle of nothing. Everything turns twisted. The nothingness and the bloody mess collide. One trying to win against the other. I close my eyes. I want it to be over. Time stands still. I open my eyes. I stand before myself. But not me. Not who I am. No, the girl who stands before me if a happier girl, one that would be me if Jane didn't do what she did, if mom hadn't of chosen this path for herself. A girl who had everything. But no. I'm not her.

My name is Lana Carter.

And I am hardly alive at all.