Three Sentence Ficathon

It was everything she'd hoped for, planned for; the end of humanity as it stands with its greed and its rage, a return to a simpler time, when the great leviathons could rule as they were meant.

"Helen!" Nick's voice was desperate as he grabbed her arm, he gestured, "It's still not too late. You can stop this!"

"Oh, Nick. You never did understand, did you?" She smiled a little as she closed her eyes and stepped off the cliff (the world had no more use for her, after all).