I want to become a killer

The days following the revolution were a blur, a series of images flashing before me—of faces, of crowds, of banners rising high above the ruins of the old world. The city was still burning in places, the echoes of resistance fading as the people moved from chaos to the uncertain peace of a new order. But peace wasn't the right word. There was no peace in the streets, only the quiet hum of anticipation, the sense that something larger, something darker, was waiting to unfold.

I stood in the heart of the city, surrounded by the remnants of the old regime's architecture, now draped in the symbols of the revolution. The new banners fluttered in the wind, the faces of the fallen heroes painted on every wall. It was a new world, yes, but it was still a world of rubble. And it was mine.

Mara stood beside me, her expression unreadable as always, though her eyes held a spark of something—perhaps satisfaction, perhaps something more dangerous. She had been my right hand through the revolution, and now, as the dust settled, she had become my closest ally in rebuilding the future. Yet there was something in her gaze that unsettled me. A glimmer of ambition, perhaps. A hunger that matched my own, but one that was more controlled, more patient.

"Do you ever wonder if we've made a mistake?" I asked, my voice cutting through the thick silence. I had asked myself that question a thousand times over the past few days, but I needed to hear it aloud. I needed to hear someone else put the thought into words.

Mara didn't flinch. "A mistake?" she echoed, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Do you mean the revolution? The people are already moving on. They don't care about mistakes. They care about what comes next."

I looked down at the street below, watching the people gather, their eyes bright with excitement, hope, and maybe fear. They had followed us into this new world, but how many would stay loyal once they realized that the path we were walking was as uncertain as the one we had destroyed?

"The revolution was just the beginning," I said, more to myself than to her. "Now we have to give them something. We have to give them a reason to keep following."

"Something new," Mara added, her voice cold but decisive. "Something that we control. We gave them power, but power without direction is nothing. We need a vision."

I turned to face her, my mind swirling with the weight of her words. She was right, of course. We had created the foundation, but now the real work had begun. The world was ours to shape, but the question was: what kind of world would we build?

"We can't just give them what they want," I said slowly. "If we do that, we risk becoming what we destroyed. We can't be another version of the old regime. We can't control them the way they controlled us."

Mara studied me for a long moment, her gaze piercing. "You're right. But that doesn't mean we give up control. It means we define it."

I looked at her, unsure whether I liked what I was hearing or whether it unsettled me. Control was a dangerous thing to wield. It could slip through your fingers faster than you could blink. But it was the only thing that had kept me from falling apart during the chaos. Without control, I was nothing. And Mara knew it.

"You want to define control by shaping their world from the top down," I said, testing the waters. "But what if they don't want to be shaped? What if they want the freedom we promised them?"

She smirked, a dangerous, knowing look crossing her face. "Freedom is an illusion. People want purpose, not freedom. They want to feel that what they do matters. You can give them freedom, but you can't give them purpose unless you give them structure. And that's what you need to provide."

Her words felt like a weight settling on my chest. What was I really giving them? Was it freedom—or was it just another form of control, masked under the guise of choice?

The truth was, I didn't know. I had destroyed the old world, but I hadn't thought about what came after. I had been so consumed by my hunger for power, for revenge, that I had forgotten to ask myself if I was willing to create a new kind of system—one that didn't fall into the same traps as the old one.

"You've created something monumental," Mara continued, her voice low and persuasive. "And you can't walk away from it now. You're the one they look to. You're the one who gave them hope. Don't let them down."

I turned away, gazing once more at the streets. The crowds were swelling now, their voices rising in a roar that filled the air. They were hungry, just as I had been. Hungry for power, for change, for something new. And I was the one who had promised it to them.

But could I really give it to them? Could I build a new world without repeating the mistakes of the past?

Mara was right about one thing: the revolution wasn't over. It had only just begun. I had broken the chains of the old world, but the new world was mine to forge. I had the power. I had the people. And now I had to decide what kind of future I wanted to create.

The weight of that decision pressed down on me. I couldn't just sit back and let it happen. I had to shape it. But how?

"We need to start laying the foundation," I said at last, my voice firm with resolve. "Not just for the people—but for us."

Mara raised an eyebrow. "Us?"

"For you and me," I clarified. "We need to define our role in this new world, too. We can't afford to be second-guessed. We need to be more than just leaders. We need to be visionaries."

Her smile returned, but this time it was tinged with something darker. "And what do you want that vision to look like?"

I turned to her, feeling the spark of ambition flicker deep inside. "A world built on purpose. One where freedom is the choice we make, not the chaos we fall into. A world where people have everything they need to thrive—but only if they're willing to pay the price."

Mara nodded slowly. "Then let's make it happen."

As I looked out over the city again, I realized something. The people would follow me, not because they believed in what I had done—but because they believed in what I would do next. And I would give them a world that was both their salvation and their punishment. I would be the one who defined the future. The one who created a new order.

But as the city roared below, I knew that nothing would be as simple as it seemed. The battle for control wasn't over. It had just begun.

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Jabrane

pa treon /Jabrane

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