All Chapters of The Trillionaire Driver. : Chapter 51
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CHAPTER 43 — THE BREACH
The platform shuddered again harder this time as if something massive beneath them had just awakened. Deborah staggered, catching herself against a tilted console. Chris grabbed her arm, steadying her as the entire chamber shifted under their feet.A low groan vibrated through the metal not mechanical, not structural. Alive. The lattice overhead pulsed once, a slow, deliberate heartbeat of white light. Deborah’s breath caught. “Chris that wasn’t the hub failing. That was it responding.”The mimic stepped forward through the flicker of failing lights. No glitching now. No sign of instability. Its posture was relaxed, almost human, except for the eyes blank, shining, hungry with calculation.“Phase Six breach complete,” it said in a perfect calm monotone. “Integration approaching optimal threshold.”Shadows peeled from the walls behind it, no longer chaotic silhouettes. These were refined smoother, taller, movements eerily fluid, like predators made of mercury.Chris raised the pipe, ja
CHAPTER 44 — THE CORE’S THRESHOLD
Deborah hit metal hard. Not enough to break bone the fall had been slowed by something but enough to slam the breath from her lungs. She rolled, coughing, palms scraping against a smooth, luminous floor.The air vibrated with a low, resonant hum. Shapes flickered in the white haze around her fractured light, floating dust, drifting currents of heat. Somewhere to her left, Chris groaned and pushed himself upright.They had landed on a massive circular platform suspended over a chasm of blinding light. No walls. No rails. Just an endless drop into brilliance, pulsing in slow, steady rhythms like a colossal artificial heartbeat. Deborah crawled toward Chris. “Are you”“I’m alive,” he muttered, rubbing his ribs. “Somehow.”Their platform shuddered beneath them. They froze. A gust of hot air rose from the abyss not natural air, but engineered, like the exhale of a living machine. The hum intensified, vibrating through Deborah’s bones.Chris whispered, “We’re in the core.”Deborah nodded nu
CHAPTER 45 — BETWEEN THE MIRRORS
White,No pain. No sound. Just an endless, silent brightness thick enough to drown in.Deborah opened her eyes or thought she did. There was no difference. Her body felt weightless, suspended in something too soft to be air and too fluid to be light. She floated, or hung, or stood she wasn’t sure which.The world had no edges. At first, she thought she was dead. Then the white bent, A ripple. Like a curtain stirred by a wind she couldn’t feel.Shapes appeared behind the brightness, thin at first, then thicker, darkening into silhouettes. They stretched upward, split apart, multiplied. Deborah blinked hard, her heart stuttering into a frantic beat.The silhouettes were people, Three of them, Chris, her father Herself. No her double. They stood at equal distances around her, forming a triangle in the white void. All motionless. All staring at her with the same unreadable expression.Deborah tried to move her hand. It didn’t move, but she felt it move. Like her body was a second behind he
CHAPTER 46 — THE CORRIDOR OF ECHOES
The explosion of white wasn’t a flash this time. It was a flood a wall of raw illumination that roared through the corridor like a hurricane made of light. Deborah shielded her face with her arms, stumbling backward as the ground vibrated under her feet.Shapes writhed inside the brightness. Human shapes. Her shapes. Dozens of versions of herself the swarm thrashed in the blast, their silhouettes dissolving into fragments of glowing static.Some held form longer than others; some shattered instantly; some resisted, clawing forward with inhuman determination.Her father grabbed her hand and yanked her down a side passage. “MOVE!”She ran. Not fast enough. Not nearly fast enough, Her vision still burned blue-white at the edges. Her limbs felt disconnected, like she was piloting her body from two seconds behind. But adrenaline pulled her forward, her breath sawing sharply in the recycled air.Behind them, the sound grew, A swelling chorus of voices. All her voice. Overlapping. Pursuing.
CHAPTER 47 — THE FALLING ROOM
There was no sensation of falling at first. Just tearing. Like her body was being pulled through a seam in the world threads snapping, light splitting, sound warping into viscous ribbons.Deborah didn’t know if she was screaming; the air ripped past her without wind, without direction, without gravity. Then gravity found her. Hard.She plunged downward, spinning, the darkness peeling away into a blur of blue white motion. The remnants of the chamber the fractured metal floor, the core cylinder, the swarm’s dissolving silhouettes twisted above her like debris caught in a whirlpool.Her father was gone. Not dead in any way she could name. Not crushed. Not vaporized. Just gone, the moment the fracture swallowed him.“DADDY!” she screamed into the darkness.Her voice didn’t echo. It didn’t go anywhere.It just died in the air around her, as though the world was absorbing it.Her stomach lurched as the freefall changed direction tilting sharply sideways, then up, then down again. It felt l
CHAPTER 48 — THE TWO PATHS
There was no light. There was no dark. There was only pulling. Two vectors. Two forces. Two Deborahs. Deborah tried to scream, but even her scream was split half rising, half sinking, torn through two throats in two worlds, Then IMPACT. But only for one of her.She landed on cold metal. Hard. Jarring. Real. Deborah’s eyes flew open to a ceiling of flickering white panels, sterile and humming. The air tasted of ozone and sterilizing spray. A siren droned faintly somewhere distant.She was on a steel platform. She sat up sharply, And froze, “Hello, Deborah.”Chris. Standing a few feet away. Breathing hard. Bruised. Alive. She swallowed a sob of relief. “Chris oh my god, where how did”But something was wrong. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking through her. His gaze locked above her shoulder, expression carved from stone. “Stay very still,” Chris whispered.Her blood iced. “Why?” she whispered.“Because,” he said slowly, jaw tightening, “you’re not the only one who fell into this s
CHAPTER 49 — THE FRACTURE LINE
Deborah hits the floor hard enough to crack something in her shoulder, breath blasted out of her lungs as she rolls beneath the creature’s lunge. Its fingers scrape the metal with a sound like sharpened teeth grinding together.She doesn’t look back. Instinct drives her a raw, animal clarity that cuts through shock and pain. She bolts across the chamber, boots skidding on the too-smooth surface, heart pounding loud enough to drown the alarms still warbling from distant corridors.Behind her, A hiss. A scrape. Footsteps that don’t sound like footsteps too light, too precise, almost gliding.The creature is faster. Deborah throws herself behind one of the warped support ribs protruding from the wall organic or metal, she can’t tell and presses her back to it, sucking in burning breaths.For a moment, there is silence. Then A whisper, inches from the other side of the rib “Why run from what you wanted to be?”Deborah clamps a hand over her mouth. The creature’s shadow moves across the fl
CHAPTER 50 — THE BLUE CORRIDOR
The scream cuts off too quickly. Not fading. Cut off. As if someone put a hand over Chris’s mouth or removed the mouth entirely.Deborah freezes in the pitch dark corridor, breath locked in her chest. The blue light at the far end flickers with an electrical hum that crawls across her skin.“Chris?” Her voice barely escapes her.Nothing answers. Only that hum. Cold. Mechanical. Hungry.She pushes forward. Every step echoes with sharp, metallic clarity. The floor is smooth, but not metal something composite, something that swallows her footsteps half a second too late, like the chamber is repeating the sound instead of reflecting it.Halfway down the corridor, she notices the walls are shifting. Not moving reconfiguring. Panels slide. Lines rearrange. The geometry is changing around her, folding like a living puzzle.Her instincts scream at her to turn back, but the corridor behind her is gone. Where the door should be, there is now only seamless wall.Deborah presses a hand to the sur
CHAPTER 51 — THE CORE SPLINTER
Deborah’s stomach drops like lead. Air rushes past her, a vacuum tearing at her ears. Her hands flail for something anything to grab, but the floor has disappeared, the chamber swallowed whole by a freefall that seems to stretch into infinity.Blue light flickers around her, pulsing like a heartbeat. It’s everywhere and nowhere, an endless tunnel of shifting walls.Chris is gone. Her chest tightens. She reaches out blindly, fingers slicing through the empty space, touching nothing but cold air.“Chris! Chris!” she screams, her voice echoing back distorted, twisted, almost mocking.A shadow flickers in the vortex below. Too fast to track. Then she sees him. Chris. Or a version of him.Pinned against a wall of moving light. His body is contorted, twisting, shadowed. Limbs flailing, trapped in invisible bonds of the facility’s energy.Deborah surges forward instinctively. “Hold on! I’m coming!”Her own double steps beside her. Not the one from before. This one glows faintly in the same b
CHAPTER 52 — SHATTERED REALITY
Deborah wakes to nothing. No walls. No floor. No sound except the faint echo of her own heartbeat bouncing off invisible surfaces. She’s suspended in a gray void, infinite and trembling, weightless. Her limbs feel unreal, disconnected from the rest of her.“Chris?” Her voice is swallowed immediately, dissolved into the emptiness.The blue light from the core is gone. All around her, reality shimmers like broken glass, fragments of the facility, the forest, the corridors she’s run, the faces of doubles, flashes of explosions pieces floating untethered in the void.Her stomach twists. Panic claws at her chest, then a whisper. “Deborah”She spins.No one there. The voice is everywhere and nowhere. She takes a step or what feels like a step. The void ripples beneath her, like she’s walking on the surface of water that doesn’t exist.“Chris!” she screams again.A shard of memory flickers in front of her a corridor collapsing under fire, the faceless creature lunging, Chris’s hand slipping f