I want to become a killer

The city was waking up to a new reality, one shaped by the truth we had set loose upon it. People were in the streets, marching in protest, some with fire in their eyes, others hesitant, unsure of how to act now that they knew the extent of the corruption that had long poisoned their lives. The government was scrambling, trying to gain control of the narrative, but the momentum was already shifting. We had sparked something. The truth was like a virus, spreading quickly, infecting everything in its path. But the question remained: would it cure the sickness, or was it just another form of poison?

I watched the screens in front of me, scrolling through social media, news outlets, and underground forums. The reactions were divided—some were ready to fight, others were paralyzed by fear, unsure of where to turn now. The government was trying to discredit the leaks, calling them lies, framing them as a foreign attack. But people were beginning to wake up, beginning to see the truth for what it was. The truth didn't care about the lines they had drawn in the sand. It tore them apart.

Mara sat beside me, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she worked to counteract the disinformation. We had expected the pushback, but it was happening faster than we had anticipated. The media was already spinning the narrative, painting us as enemies of the state, enemies of the people. The elites were rallying their forces, pulling every string they could to regain control of the situation. It was all moving too fast.

"We need to act now," I said, my voice steady but edged with urgency. "If we wait too long, they'll consolidate their power and we'll be too far behind."

Mara nodded without looking up, her attention fixed on the chaotic swirl of data in front of her. "I'm already on it. The secondary channels are up. We're flooding the media with our own message. I'm linking everything back to the people—the truth, the corruption, the system that has been keeping them down. They'll have no choice but to see it."

Her confidence was reassuring, but I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. This wasn't just a media war anymore. This was bigger than that. It was about the entire system—the old world order that had been so carefully constructed over generations. The powerful men and women who had hidden in the shadows, pulling strings, making deals, keeping their hands clean while the rest of the world rotted beneath their feet. They weren't going to let this go quietly.

I stood up abruptly, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. "We need to take out the big players. The ones who are untouchable. The ones who think they're invincible."

Mara glanced up, her face unreadable. "You mean the ones who've been pulling the strings all along? The ones who can't be touched by the law?"

"Yes," I said, my mind already moving ahead. "We expose them, just like we did with the rest. But we go deeper. We target the ones who have been controlling everything behind the scenes. The ones who think they're untouchable."

Mara's eyes narrowed. "You're talking about people who have more power than we can even imagine. People who can make us disappear with a snap of their fingers. You sure you want to go after them?"

I didn't hesitate. "They're already coming for us, Mara. They're not going to stop until we're gone. We either take them down now, or we risk losing everything."

She was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I'll help. But you're right—we have to move fast. They won't give us time."

I turned away from the monitors, my mind focused, thinking of the names that haunted the edges of my thoughts—the figures who stood in the shadows of every major corporation, every corrupt government deal. The men and women who had made fortunes off the backs of the suffering. The ones who pulled the levers of power, ensuring the status quo stayed intact. If we could expose them, it would be the final blow to the old system. But if we failed, we'd be just another casualty in a war we couldn't win.

We had to act carefully, but decisively. These were not people who would hesitate to strike first. We needed to be faster than them, smarter, more ruthless.

"We have the files," I said, more to myself than to Mara. "The ones they thought were hidden. We've got enough to bring them down. But we need a plan. We need a way to get them out into the open—get them in front of the public."

"Leave it to me," Mara said, already working on a series of encrypted messages. "I'll make sure the files get out. I'll use the contacts we've built. They won't see it coming."

She was moving with purpose, her fingers never stopping, as she launched the next phase of the operation. I watched her work, feeling a strange mix of admiration and fear. She was a genius when it came to this kind of thing—always two steps ahead, always knowing what needed to be done. But the stakes were higher now. If we got this wrong, it wouldn't just be our lives on the line. It would be the lives of everyone who had trusted us.

I turned back to the screens. The protests had grown, now spreading to more districts, more cities. People were demanding answers. But the government was preparing their response. The military was being mobilized. We had known it would come to this, but the reality was different. The moment of truth had arrived.

"We need to stay ahead of them," I said, pacing now. "We have to keep the pressure on. We can't give them any room to breathe."

Mara looked up from her monitors, her eyes meeting mine. "I've been setting up a new series of leaks. Not just the big players. I'm digging into their personal lives—exposing everything. I'm going to make them scared. Make them realize they can't control this anymore."

"Good," I said, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. "Make them feel what we've been feeling. The walls are closing in on them. Let them know it."

The room felt charged with a new energy, a sense of urgency that we couldn't ignore. The truth was out there, and it was spreading faster than we could control it. But the real challenge wasn't exposing the lies anymore. It was surviving the storm we had unleashed.

And as I watched Mara work, her focus unwavering, I realized something: we were past the point of no return. There would be no easy way out. We had crossed the line, and there was no turning back.

But that was the price of revolution, wasn't it? You didn't get to decide when it ended. You only got to decide whether you were willing to fight to the end.

The question now was: how far would we go? How far would I go?

And what kind of monster would we become in the process?

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