-Age 3011, March 13 Location: Earth

Cross Evans leaned against the lavish balcony railing overlooking the beautiful ocean being lit up by the setting sun dying his view in hues of breathtaking orange and red. Many would have a content look on their face to see such a breathtaking scene but not Cross, he had far too much on his mind to care for such trivialities, not that he would have smiled anyway.

The source of his troubles lay in the small note in his left hand. In neat cursive writing it only held five simple words.

"You shall be my inheritor."

Cross felt his normally expressionless face frown in frustration as he looked at the words again. Not for the first time he wishes he could call his older sister, the only person in the world he ever felt like he could rely on. Well he would have but he had discovered mere moments ago that she wasn't in Colorado like she said in their last chat, she was here in Los Angeles in fact she was right here in his very house. 

A gloved hand pressed the modified barrel of a silencer pistol to the back of his head. It's cold kiss promising his grim demise. Cross didn't turn around or even acknowledge what was happening to him instead he continued to gaze out into the red eyes ocean.

Finally after several long moments he spoke. "I heard that Wes got himself into debt again." Wes was his sisters boyfriend a lazy punk who couldn't kick his gambling and drinking addiction.

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"I payed off his debts yesterday."

For just a brief moment the guns barrel shook but it righted itself immediately. Slowly Cross let out a sigh still without moving.

"Ya know I considered having some thugs just kill him while he was out getting drunk again I almost did in fact."

The sound of a deep gasp made its way into his ear. The guns barrel lowered ever so slightly.

"But then I remembered my sister and that dopey look she had on her face every time she was with him, like she would do anything for him, like she could get through growing up in a twisted, greedy family as long as she had him."

Cross releases a deep sigh that expressed far more than anything he could put into words. The sound of something wet hitting the ground sporadically could be heard.

"Ya know I'm kinda glad that I've found out she's not as weak willed as I thought I always worried the family would finally get her. It's good to know that she can be as cruel, twisted, and selfish as the rest."

The words poured out of his mouth in the same warm, reminiscing tone he'd had since he started speaking of his sister. 

 Now a muffled cry followed the guns wavering and the tiny wet splashes hitting the ground. 

"Well if you intend to make this look like a suicide I suppose all I can do is help make it look realitstic right?"

At some point Cross had worked his way on top of the railing he had been leaning against just moments before. There was a loud distinctly feminine gasp behind him but he didn't turn around he just kept gazing into the red ocean before him.

Suddenly he took a single step forward into empty air. There was a woman's scream followed by the clatter of a gun bouncing onthe concrete of the balcony. A hand reached out to pull him back but only grabbed empty air.

"Now you don't have to join me in hell...but I'll be seeing Wes there I'm sure." 

This last part was added as the rocks along the cliffs edge grew closer to embrace him. A moment later a slightly darker red marred the beautiful bright red of the ocean.