I want to become a killer

The footsteps grew louder, crunching against the dry leaves outside. I could hear Mara's voice, sharp and low, as she whispered something to the man who had opened the door for us. But the chaos outside was closing in, and I felt every nerve in my body tense with the impending danger. The feeling of being hunted was something I had known before, but now, in the midst of this fragile moment of relative safety, it was unbearable.

I stepped closer to the window, trying to peer through the small crack in the thick curtains. The dim light from the flashlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the trees and the surrounding area. It was clear now—they had found us.

Suddenly, the front door burst open, and I turned, instinctively reaching for the knife that was hidden in my jacket pocket. A shadow moved quickly across the hallway, and I saw Mara again, her face set in that familiar, unwavering expression. She was carrying a small, black duffel bag, already packed with the essentials.

"Get ready," she said, her voice quiet but urgent. "They're on their way in. We have a few minutes, but not much longer. We can't afford to stay here."

My heart was pounding in my chest, but I nodded, slipping the knife back into its sheath. I had been preparing myself for this moment, but nothing could prepare me for the cold rush of fear that shot through me when I saw her face—the grim determination in her eyes was the only thing keeping me grounded.

I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder, and followed her to the back of the house. The old floorboards creaked beneath our feet, the sound sharp and loud in the otherwise still night. We moved fast, each step calculated. The man who had been helping us stood in the hallway, glancing nervously out of the window as the footsteps grew closer.

"Go, go!" Mara hissed. "I'll cover you."

Before I could say anything, she was already at the door, firing a few shots into the dark yard. The sudden noise made my blood run cold, but I didn't hesitate. I dashed out the back, keeping low to the ground, moving with the stealth of a shadow.

The woods surrounding the farmhouse were dense, thick with trees and underbrush, offering a small degree of cover. But I knew it wouldn't be enough to escape the soldiers on our tail.

I heard a shout from the house, and then the unmistakable sound of boots crunching over gravel. They were coming—fast.

Mara's voice rang out again, sharp and clear: "This way!"

I didn't question her. I ran in the direction she pointed, my legs burning with the effort as I dodged branches and pushed through the undergrowth. Every part of me screamed to stop, to look back, to make sure she was still behind me, but I kept moving, focusing on the path ahead.

The night air was cold against my skin, the chill creeping into my bones as we moved farther from the farmhouse. I could hear the soldiers yelling in the distance, but they weren't gaining on us yet. We had time—just a little bit.

A sudden thought shot through my mind like a bolt of lightning. What if we weren't supposed to make it out of here? What if this was the trap? The government knew about us, had known for weeks. Was this safehouse part of a larger scheme to flush us out, to give us hope, just to snuff it out at the last moment?

I pushed the thought aside. There was no time for paranoia, not now.

"Keep moving!" Mara's voice called out again, louder this time. I didn't have to look to know that she was right beside me, pushing forward with the same relentless drive that had kept us going through everything so far.

We pushed through a thick thicket, and the forest began to thin out. Ahead, I could make out a small, abandoned cabin. It wasn't much, but it was another place to hide, another place to regroup.

We reached it within minutes. Mara checked the door before ushering me inside. The cabin was old, its walls covered in dust and the remnants of a long-forgotten past. A few broken windows allowed the moonlight to spill in, casting everything in a silvery glow. The air was musty, but it smelled safer than the forest.

"Lock it," Mara whispered. "Don't make a sound."

I moved to the door and slammed it shut behind us, bolting it from the inside. There was no way of knowing how long we would be here—no way of knowing if we would get out alive.

But for now, it was a temporary shelter.

Mara dropped the duffel bag onto the floor, and I did the same. The silence that followed felt suffocating. We could hear the distant rumblings of the soldiers still scouring the area, the occasional shout echoing in the night.

"I don't know how much longer we can keep this up," I muttered, my voice barely audible. "They'll keep coming."

"They always do," Mara replied, her eyes hard. She walked over to a corner of the room and began rummaging through her bag. "But we'll make them regret it. This game isn't over. Not yet."

I looked at her, something cold and terrifying building in my chest. The fight had become a game of survival, of outlasting the enemy, but there was no end in sight. The more we resisted, the harder they pushed. And the deeper we went into this dark, spiraling hole, the harder it became to see the light.

But I wasn't going to stop. Not now. Not ever.

"We've got the files," I said, trying to focus. "We've got the truth. If we get this out, we win."

Mara didn't respond right away. She looked at me, her face unreadable. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and steady.

"It's not enough," she said quietly. "The truth isn't enough to bring them down. It's just the beginning."

I felt a chill spread through me. What did she mean? What more was there to do?

She didn't answer me right away. Instead, she went to the small window and peered through the blinds, watching the movements outside. I joined her, my heart thumping in my chest.

Through the small opening, I could see flashes of light moving through the trees. They were still searching. But this time, I wasn't afraid.

We weren't hiding anymore. We were ready.

"Let them come," I muttered under my breath, my voice growing steadier with each passing second. "We'll make them face us."

Mara turned to me, her lips curling into a thin smile. "That's the spirit."

And for the first time in a long while, I felt something shift inside me. The fear, the doubt, the uncertainty—it all began to fade away. The world we had exposed, the system we had tried to topple, wasn't just a series of leaks and scandals. It was an entire network of control and power, built on lies.

We had exposed it.

Now, we had to tear it down.

The fight had only just begun.

........

"Don't miss the chance to get advanced chapters of my novel for FREE! Just copy the link now and start reading!"

https://shorturl.at/3DZhG