I want to become a killer

The days passed, and the weight of the city seemed to press down harder, as though the streets themselves could feel the growing tension in the air. The people had their hopes, their dreams, but they also had their doubts, and in a place where fear had once ruled, it was always the doubts that haunted the minds of the masses. They were waiting for us to prove ourselves, waiting for the new order to show them that it could be something more than just a replacement for the old.

And I had to prove it. Not just to them, but to myself.

Mara and I continued to meet with advisors, refine our laws, and engage with the public, but there was a growing sense of unease. The cracks that had once seemed invisible were now widening. It was subtle at first—whispers of discontent, rumors of corruption in small pockets of government, minor protests that we quickly squashed with promises of reform—but it was there. People were beginning to question whether this new system of ours was truly the answer, or whether it was just another cage, gilded and polished, but a cage nonetheless.

I couldn't ignore it any longer.

Mara and I were in a meeting late one night, going over reports from the different districts when she looked up from the papers, her face pale, her eyes sharp.

"There's something happening," she said, her voice quiet but serious. "There are groups organizing. Underground movements. Dissidents."

I felt a chill run down my spine, even though I tried to hide it. "How bad is it?"

"We don't know yet. But it's spreading. They're questioning our legitimacy, Psycho. They're starting to gather support. There's talk of an uprising."

An uprising. The words echoed in my mind, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. After everything we had done, after the countless hours of speeches, the blood and sweat of rebuilding this place—was it really going to crumble this quickly?

I stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark city below. The lights twinkled in the distance, peaceful and unaware of the storm that was brewing.

"We can't let this happen," I said, the determination in my voice masking the panic that was rising inside me. "We can't let them take everything we've worked for."

Mara was beside me in an instant, her presence a grounding force. "I know. But we can't fight this the same way we fought the old regime. We can't just crush them underfoot and expect the problem to go away."

I turned to her, meeting her eyes. "Then what do we do?"

She looked away for a moment, deep in thought, before speaking again. "We've created a new system, but it's fragile. People are always going to want more. And as long as there's inequality, as long as there's fear, those people will find a way to rise up. If we're going to stop this from spiraling into chaos, we need to do two things: we need to address the underlying problems, and we need to show them we're not the enemy."

It was simple, but not easy. Addressing the problems meant more than just promises. It meant real action. It meant tackling the corruption that had begun to seep into the government, tackling the growing inequality that had crept into the new society. But we couldn't do it alone, and I knew that if I tried, we'd fall just like the old regime had.

"We need to show them that we're with them," I said, the words coming more naturally now. "That we're not just sitting in the high towers, making decisions that don't affect us. We need to be among the people. We need to prove that this system is theirs."

Mara nodded, her eyes intense. "But that won't be enough. It's not just about showing face. It's about real change. We need to meet their demands. We need to show that we're willing to do what it takes to ensure this revolution isn't another illusion."

I felt a deep sense of resolve wash over me. The truth was, I had never wanted to be a leader. I had never wanted the weight of a nation on my shoulders. But I had chosen this path. And now it was time to take responsibility for it, for better or worse.

"We'll start by addressing the districts that are most affected. We'll go to them, not as figures of authority, but as part of the community. We'll listen to them, help them rebuild, and show them that we're working alongside them—not above them."

Mara's expression softened. "It's going to take time. And it's going to be dangerous. The underground groups won't just disappear because you talk to a few people. They're angry, Psycho. They've been waiting for a sign that you're not the answer, and now they have it."

"I don't care," I said firmly, my voice steady. "I'm not going to back down. We'll prove them wrong. I'll prove them wrong."

The next few days were a whirlwind. I met with district leaders, with activists, with people who had been hit hardest by the economic upheaval. I listened to their concerns, their fears, and I promised them action—real action, not just words.

It wasn't enough to simply visit the poor districts and make speeches. I knew that. So, I began instituting changes. We worked to provide more resources to the people—food, healthcare, housing, education. We prioritized infrastructure, bringing jobs to the people who needed them the most. I gave speeches, yes, but I also spent time in the streets, meeting with workers, farmers, families. I walked among them, not as a ruler, but as one of them. I wanted them to feel like they weren't invisible anymore. I wanted them to know they were seen, heard, and valued.

But it wasn't easy. The underground movements didn't just disappear. They fought back, growing bolder with each new day. Their influence spread, and their protests grew larger. They were chanting against the government, against me, accusing us of betraying the revolution.

I knew I couldn't fight fire with fire. The world didn't need more bloodshed. We had already crossed that line once, and I wasn't willing to do it again.

But I could feel the walls closing in. As much as I wanted to believe that the people would come around, that the changes we had implemented would be enough to win them back, I could feel something more insidious lurking at the edges of it all. It was the same hunger, the same need for control, the same desire that had driven me in the past. And I feared, deep down, that I hadn't conquered it yet.

Every night, as I lay in bed, I couldn't help but wonder: was I truly leading the people, or was I just trying to become the thing I hated? And how much longer could I keep pretending to be something I wasn't?

The revolution was still alive, but it was more fragile than ever. The future was uncertain. And I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take before the cracks in the system were wide enough to swallow us all.

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Jabrane

pa treon /Jabrane

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