This Is It, The Apocalypse - WORKING TITLE [ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Prologue

To most, the redheaded woman was just another face in the crowd. But not to Brandon.

He watched as the woman walked into the alleyway. With his knife in hand, he walked through the crowd of people. They paid him no attention; that was a good thing.

He was close to the woman now. He raised his knife - and the woman spun around. She threw the bag off her shoulder, throwing Brandon to his knees.

"It's been a long time," she said.
"Something tells me you weren't following me so that we can have a catch-up session."
Brandon looked at her in pity.

"You can't run forever, Ailiya."

"Neither can you, Brandon. If my actions earn me a place in hell, then yours earn you the throne."

That was enough for Brandon. He concentrated, summoning his knife. He slashed. Ailiya tried to dodge, but her efforts were in vain. She exploded into a cloud of gold dust, coating Brandon's jacket. He turned, and left.