9: The Streamed Silence
The bullet cracked before Abhinav could scream.
One moment—he was charging forward, fists clenched, golden aura flickering to life around his body—the next—
***Pop.***
A single gunshot from an unseen sniper. His forehead burst like overripe fruit under pressure. Blood painted the wall behind him in a fine red mist.
He dropped.
No last words.
No heroic monologue.
Just silence… and then the live stream feed *zoomed in* for 3.2 seconds—lingering on his wide-open eyes still reflecting sky-blue innocence even in death.
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Meanwhile, in Alpha-1 classroom…
Yassu stood naked over Ms. Lira's trembling form—not touching her now—but she didn't move anyway. The air smelled of sweat, cum, and copper blood—victory perfume only monsters understand.
He stepped back slowly—walked toward one dead terrorist slumped near the podium—and began stripping him with mechanical precision:
Black balaclava
Tactical vest
Combat gloves
Dark boots
Then he turned to mirror shard lying broken on floor—
And stared at himself for first time wearing enemy skin
Pale skin no abs scars from childhood beatings visible across ribs where bullies once stomped while laughing "Freak! Orphan freak!"
Now? That body carried something far worse than weakness…
It carried **purpose**
Without hesitation—he pulled black mask over face till only eyes showed: cold red glow beneath fabric like coals buried under ash
Then he walked out
Hallways silent except echo of boot steps growing louder with every stride
Passing by Auditorium South—he saw them:
**20 terrorists**, armed to teeth, guarding main hall entrance rifles ready laughter low and cruel like wolves circling prey
But Yassu didn't stop
Didn't flinch
Just kept walking toward restrooms at east wing as if this was all just another school day routine — pee break between classes —
Inside bathroom stall — he unzipped tactical pants not to relieve himself… but to check system menu glowing invisible behind eyelids:
> ✅ **Disguise Active: Terrorist Grade IV (Undetected)**
> 🔒 **Access Level:** High-Risk Clearance (Fake) – Duration: 8 mins remaining
> 🎥 **World Feed Status:** LIVE – Global Viewers: 47M → Peaking → +12K/sec
> 💬 **Top Comment (Trending):** *"Bro is this real or deepfake???"*
Another comment popped up below:
> 💀 *"That Yassu dude is scary calm… someone needs to stop him!!"* 😰🔥 #SaveTheStudents #NotRealLife 😂💔
And another right after—chilling tone masked as joke:
> 👁️🗨️ *"I know that walk... He's not human anymore."*
>
\#DemonHostConfirmed
#ThisIsAHorrorMovieLive
@YouTubeAdmin WHY IS THIS NOT FLAGGED???
Back inside restroom—
Yassu flushed toilet for show opened stall walked out washed hands slow perfect timing…
Then paused mirror reflection again…
Because there—in corner shower area—
A man stood drying off bare-chested tattoos covering arms symbols ancient forbidden cult sigils even AI systems couldn't decode easily...
With him?
Three college girls—one gagged one crying two others blank-eyed like drugged or brainwashed their bodies wrapped only in torn cheerleader uniforms stained pink with something darker than ketchup...
Man smirked seeing Yassu but said nothing — just nodded slightly as if approving new recruit joining order ranks
Yassu returned nod blank expression hiding internal firestorm calculations running fast:
>
*"Commander-level host detected."* > *"High-value target marked."* > *"Wait list updated → Priority Shift Soon..."*
>
But not now.
Not yet.
Timing matters more than rage.
>
So he simply turned…
Walked past without speaking…
Entered hallway camouflaged perfectly within enemy line
And vanished into shadow again — moving toward next phase unnoticed except by global audience screaming into chat feeds worldwide watching live hell unfold real-time impossible fake cannot be scripted so many lives lost already can't look away can't breathe why won't anyone do anything please God let someone help us watch pray share RT hashtag go viral save lives don't click away don't scroll down keep watching maybe miracle happens unless... unless it's too late already