I want to become a killer

The city was alive with tension. Every corner seemed to hum with unrest, the air thick with the sense of an impending clash. People had begun to gather in the streets, rallying behind the truth we had unleashed, but it was clear that many were still uncertain. Fear ran deep in the hearts of the masses. The government had mobilized the military and police, tightening its grip. They were closing in, trying to stifle the fire before it spread further.

But what they didn't understand was that the fire had already taken root. It was no longer about us. It was about the people. And no matter how hard they tried to extinguish it, it would keep burning.

I sat in front of the monitors, the screen flickering with images of protests, violent clashes, and government forces moving into position. The night was falling, but the chaos was just beginning to rise. The tension was palpable, even through the cold steel walls of our makeshift command center.

Mara had been working non-stop, organizing the leaks, coordinating the media push, and creating the counter-narratives that would keep us a step ahead of the authorities. Her fingers never seemed to stop moving across the keyboard, each stroke a calculated effort to maintain control. I couldn't help but admire her. She was relentless. But even she looked worn out. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, and I knew that the toll of this fight was starting to weigh on her.

"We're almost there," she said, her voice steady, but with an edge of tension creeping through. She hadn't looked up from the screens in hours. "Once we release the next batch of documents, they won't be able to hide. We'll have their hands tied."

I nodded, my mind already racing through the possibilities. The next step was crucial. We had to release the right pieces of information at the right time. If we did it too soon, we risked being silenced before we could make an impact. But if we waited too long, the public might lose their nerve. The pressure was mounting from all sides, and we couldn't afford to falter.

I leaned forward, my fingers tapping lightly against the desk. "We need to keep pushing. The leaks have to be everywhere. All at once."

Mara glanced up at me then, her gaze sharp. "I'm aware. I'm setting up the infrastructure for simultaneous releases. The government will be overwhelmed. But they're already preparing to take action. It won't be long before they try to shut us down."

I felt my chest tighten at the thought. The government would come for us—there was no doubt about that. But we couldn't stop now. We had exposed too much. The people had seen the truth, and now, there was no going back. We had ignited something, and the flames would either consume us or set the world on fire.

Suddenly, the room grew colder. The faint hum of the monitors seemed to grow louder as a sense of dread settled over me. I turned to Mara, who was staring at her screen, her face gone pale. "What is it?"

She didn't answer right away, her fingers frozen above the keyboard. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "They've found us."

I froze. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. "What do you mean?"

"The servers we've been using to leak the documents," she said, her voice tight with barely contained panic. "They've traced them back to us. They've found our location."

The weight of those words slammed into me. It was happening. The walls were closing in.

I shot up from my seat, my mind racing. "How much time do we have?"

"Maybe an hour," Mara replied. "Maybe less. They're already closing in. We've got to move—now."

My heart began to pound. The enormity of the situation hit me like a wave. It wasn't just about the leaks anymore. It was about survival. About escaping before they found us and silenced everything we'd worked for.

"Do we have a way out?" I asked, trying to stay calm, trying to think.

Mara didn't answer immediately. She was already gathering files, quickly and methodically. She didn't look at me, but I saw the familiar tension in her movements. She was planning. She always had a plan.

"Get the car ready," she said. "I'll finish up here. We'll take the secondary route—if we leave now, we might just make it out before they arrive."

I didn't wait for her to finish. I grabbed my jacket and rushed toward the door. My mind was in overdrive. Every minute counted now. The government wouldn't hesitate to come for us, and if they did, they wouldn't just kill the leak. They'd kill the people behind it. We were more dangerous to them alive than dead.

I made my way down the narrow hallways, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the silence. My thoughts were a blur, but one thought kept cutting through everything: we had no choice but to fight back. There was no safe place for us anymore. The government had its eyes on us, and if we couldn't survive this, everything we'd done would be for nothing.

When I reached the back entrance, the car was already waiting. Mara was there, her face a mask of determination, though I could see the strain in her eyes. The fear was there too. But it was buried beneath the resolve.

She tossed me a bag. "Everything's in there. Let's move."

Without a word, I climbed into the car. The engine roared to life as Mara took the wheel, pulling out of the alley and into the night. We had to get out of the city. We had to disappear, at least for now.

As we drove through the darkened streets, I couldn't help but look out the window. The city that had once been my home was changing, unraveling before my eyes. The revolution we had started was spiraling out of control. The streets were full of protestors, the air thick with tension. It was only a matter of time before the government struck back, and when they did, they wouldn't care about who they hurt to protect their power.

Mara's voice broke through my thoughts. "We've made a real mess, haven't we?"

I looked at her, and for the first time, I saw the weariness in her eyes. She was tired—more tired than I'd ever seen her. But there was also something else there. Something I hadn't expected.

She was scared.

"We've crossed the line," I said quietly, my voice betraying the weight of what I was feeling. "There's no going back now."

She didn't respond right away, but I could see that she understood. We had set this in motion, and now, the only way out was forward. Whatever happened next—whatever they did to try and stop us—it didn't matter. We couldn't stop. We couldn't let them win. We had to keep pushing, keep fighting, no matter the cost.

Because if we didn't, the truth we had uncovered would die with us. And the world would go back to the way it was.

That, I couldn't allow.

As the car sped through the night, I made a promise to myself: the revolution wasn't over. Not yet.

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