I want to become a killer

The hours bled into one another as we moved farther away from the city. The world outside the car window was a blur—endless fields, dark forests, stretches of highway that seemed to go on forever. Mara had taken the backroads to avoid detection, navigating the winding paths with the precision of someone who knew the landscape as well as she knew her own thoughts. But even as we drove, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. It was as if the air itself was charged, waiting for something to snap.

I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. The tension in my body hadn't eased, even though the immediate danger had passed. We were on the run, and no matter how far we went, it wouldn't be enough. The government wasn't going to stop hunting us, not until we were silenced, and even then, the fire we had started would continue to smolder. The truth couldn't be contained.

"We should be safe for now," Mara said, her voice pulling me back from the edge of my thoughts. She didn't look at me as she spoke, her focus still on the road, her hands steady on the wheel. "We've got a good lead. But we can't stay still for too long."

I opened my eyes and turned to her. "I know. I'm just—"

"Don't. Don't start questioning it now," she cut in, her voice hard. "We've come this far. If we second-guess ourselves now, it's over. We can't afford to stop."

Her words stung, but they were true. There was no room for doubt anymore. We were in this until the end, whatever that might look like.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. The weight of everything—the pressure to keep pushing, the fear that we might lose it all—was unbearable. But what was the alternative? To give up? To let the system continue to suffocate the world?

We had already stepped over the line. There was no going back. And if we stopped now, the truth we had uncovered would die with us.

"I know," I muttered, staring out the window at the passing scenery. "But it's just hard, you know? All of this... it's not what I thought it would be."

Mara didn't respond immediately, but I could feel her gaze flicker to me for just a second, sharp and assessing. "It was never going to be what we thought it would be," she said finally, her voice softer. "The truth isn't a weapon you can control. It doesn't play by the rules. It changes everything. And once you let it out, you can't put it back in."

I absorbed her words, letting them sink in. I had always known this fight would be complicated, but now that I was in the middle of it, it felt like I was drowning. The more I exposed, the more I understood how deep the rot went. The power structures weren't just corrupt—they were diseased, their very foundations built on manipulation, coercion, and violence.

And we were in the thick of it now, with no clear way out.

I shook my head, trying to focus. "So what now? We just keep running? Keep leaking the files, hoping it all falls apart before they get to us?"

"Not just leaking," Mara replied, her voice cold and deliberate. "We make them see us. We make them feel it. We make sure they can't ignore what we've done."

I met her eyes, and for the first time, I saw the full weight of what she meant. We weren't just trying to bring down the system—we were trying to rewrite the rules entirely. We were playing a game that no one had ever played before, and we were doing it without any guarantees of success.

"Make them feel it?" I echoed, the implications of her words sinking in. "How?"

Mara's lips curled into a thin smile, but there was no humor in it. "We turn the tables. We take their power away. We hit them where it hurts. We stop being shadows in the background and start becoming the story. We make them answer for what they've done. Make the world see their faces, their lies."

Her words were almost a whisper, but they had the weight of a command. I could feel it in my bones. This wasn't just about survival anymore. It was about more than that. This was about erasing the line between victim and perpetrator, about taking the narrative back from those who had held it hostage for so long.

I nodded, trying to keep my mind from spinning. "Alright. We leak more. We go public. But we need more eyes. More allies. People who can fight this battle with us."

Mara's face grew more serious. "That's where we're running into problems. Not everyone who claims to be on our side is actually with us. Some are just using us as a stepping stone. Others want to take advantage of the chaos to push their own agendas."

"Yeah," I muttered. "I've seen that before. Everyone wants a piece of the revolution when it starts. But not everyone understands what it takes to finish it."

"Exactly." Mara's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "That's why we need to be careful. We don't just give the files to anyone. We need to choose our allies carefully, and we need to stay ahead of the game. The moment they catch wind of what we're doing, they'll strike back. They'll hit us where we least expect it."

I didn't need her to spell it out. We were walking a razor's edge. Every decision now mattered more than ever. If we made a wrong move, it could be our last.

After a few minutes of tense silence, Mara spoke again. "We're almost there."

I looked up at her, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in my stomach. "How far?"

"Just a few miles. The safehouse is up ahead. It's not much, but it'll buy us some time."

I nodded, trying to focus. The tension in the car was almost unbearable, but I knew Mara was right. This was just another step in the journey. Another move in a game that seemed to have no end.

As the landscape began to change—more rural now, the road narrowing into a single lane—I felt a flicker of something inside me. Not hope, exactly, but something close to it. Maybe it was the realization that we had come so far, and the knowledge that no matter how this ended, we had done something that would never be forgotten.

The system was crumbling. The truth was out there, and no matter what the government did, they couldn't erase it.

The car slowed as we approached a secluded area, a rundown building in the distance, half-hidden by overgrown trees. The moment we stepped foot inside, we'd be underground again—hidden from the prying eyes of the world.

Mara shifted the car into park, cutting the engine with a sharp click. She turned to me, her face unreadable. "Stay alert. Don't trust anyone here. We can't afford mistakes."

I gave her a tight nod, stepping out of the car, the cool night air hitting my skin like a wake-up call. This was it.

We were running out of time.

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