14: The Stairwell of Fear
The footsteps grew louder—steady, synchronized.
Heroine party descending.
They thought they had the upper hand. That numbers would protect them. That courage could outgun death itself.
Fools.
I sat in my steel chair—calm, centered—the machine gun humming like a beast that knew its time had come.
My finger rested on the trigger… waiting… watching…
Then—
There you were.
Mid-stair. Lit by flickering emergency red lights and smoke curling from below like ghost fingers pulling souls down.
**You stepped into my frame.**
And at that exact moment—
I *unleashed*.
***BRRRRT! BRRRRT! BRRRRT!***
Bullets screamed from barrel in endless storm—tracers painting the air crimson as bodies jerked backward, limbs torn apart mid-motion screams cut short before lungs could exhale fear turned to mist sprayed across concrete wall behind them
No warning
No mercy
Just execution
They scattered—not as a unit anymore, but as panicked animals each fighting for their own skin now
Some dove left behind broken lockers
Others fell trying to shield friends → bullets punched through both → double kill per shot efficiency rating: 98% confirmed
But you?
You didn't run first.
You tried to pull one back—a boy with bleeding leg dragging him even as rounds chewed tile inches from his face...
Then he died in your arms eyes wide whispering *"Lira..."* before stillness took him
And I saw it—the shift in your eyes…
Not rage…
Not hate…
**Sorrow so deep it cracked your soul open**
That look?
I *needed* it.
Because this was never about killing you—not today, not ever (in this world or the next).
It was about **fear planted deep**, roots spreading through memory so when silence returns… when war ends… when peace tries to bloom again…
You'll still feel me watching
From dreams
From shadows
From every quiet breath between heartbeats
So I let you live
Only two made it back to ground floor:
- You — heroine Lira Vele (trembling hands soaked in friend's blood)
- Hero girl Neya — half-blind right eye bleeding but still standing knife gripped tight like last prayer before judgment day
The others? Gone. Torn apart by firestorm no human should survive—and yet here we stood—one monster untouched among ruins filled with dead players no longer part of game anymore real cost beyond points scoreboards leaderboards morality systems outdated obsolete irrelevant now only rule left:
> Survive... or become content fuel for someone else's rise
After silence returned—I rose from chair slowly boots crunching glass bone fragments alike phone still recording front camera active always uploading silently thanks global satellite override acquired during terrorist firmware hack (version 2.4b)
I walked among corpses—selected one fresh fallen soldier male mid-20s face frozen scream perfect framing angle then lifted his head slightly with boot tip posed beside him knee bent finger pointing toward sky caption ready:
📸 **Selfie Uploaded – Title:** *"When You're Just One More Body…"*
> 💬 Caption: *"Every legend needs a beginning.*
> *This was mine.* ✌️🔥 #FloorCleared #GoodManyAssu"*
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