Kill Me If You Can
I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.Rain stings my face as I crouch on the rooftop ledge, heart pounding in sync with the distant sirens. My neural feed flickers—three hostiles closing in, heat signatures climbing the service ladder. I’ve got one pulse round left. One.
My earpiece crackles. It’s Syl, voice distorted. 'They’ve locked onto your biometrics. You’re bleeding out from the last hit, and your regen’s failing. You don’t have minutes. You have seconds.'
I glance down. A thousand feet below, the city pulses like a dying star. No escape pods. No allies nearby. Just me, the storm, and the ghosts in my head whispering different ways to die.
Then Rook’s voice cuts through—the version of me who died in the fire. 'Jump. I’ll catch you.'
But another echo, colder, replies: 'Trust no one. Not even us.'
The hatch behind me bursts open. Black Veil. Mirrored masks. Guns raised.
I have one move left.
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The House Where Shadows Sleep
I shouldn’t have come back. The house remembers what I’ve tried to forget. Every creak in the floorboards whispers a name I buried. The walls breathe when I’m not looking. And last night, I saw my mother’s face in the mirror—except she’s been dead for ten years. This isn’t just a homecoming. It’s a reckoning. Something waited for me here, patient and silent. Now that I’ve opened the door, it won’t let me leave.
The Night They Came
I was supposed to be asleep when they arrived. The lights went out first. Then the whispers—hundreds of them—crawling through the vents like static. Mom said not to look, but I did. Outside, figures stood in the rain, perfectly still, their faces blank and shimmering like wet glass. They weren’t human. And they knew my name.
The Devil Rejects
I stood at the center of the Black Cathedral, chains of divine light wrapped around my wrists, the scent of burning sulfur thick in the air. They said I was chosen to inherit Hell’s crown—to rule as the new Prince of Sin. But when the infernal pact slithered into my hands, I crushed it. The devil doesn’t want a throne. He wants freedom. And now, both Heaven and Hell are hunting me for defiance.
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