2025-11-20 23:20:41The world burned around him.
Adrian pushed himself off the shattered floor as another explosion rolled somewhere in the distance, sending a shockwave of heat through the ruined corridor. Smoke curled upward like black ghosts, swallowing the ceiling and turning the entire compound into a furnace of crumbling steel and screaming alarms.
His ears rang. His vision blurred. But his instincts—those strange, sharp instincts he didn’t remember earning—pulled him to his feet.
Move.
He stumbled forward, shoving aside chunks of fallen concrete. Every breath tasted of ash. His palms were raw from crawling through debris. Each heartbeat felt like it might split his skull open.
But behind him, the killers came.
“Target confirmed alive.”
“Move in. Orders are to terminate.”
Adrian froze.
That voice. Cold, emotionless. Professional killers.
A red dot—small as a burning insect—flickered on a broken pillar ahead of him. His pulse jumped.
Sniper. Watching him. Tracking him.
The shot didn’t come immediately, and that was worse. It meant the shooter was waiting for a clear kill. Watching him like prey.
Adrian dropped low as quietly as he could, listening. His hearing sharpened unnaturally, cutting through the fire roar and collapsing beams.
Boots. Five—maybe six—approaching fast from the west hall.
He didn’t know how he knew that. He just did.
Who am I?
A fresh explosion ripped through the southern wing, making the entire hallway tremble. Fire sprayed out of a doorway like a living creature hungry for air.
Adrian ducked behind a fallen metal panel. A bullet punched through it instantly, the impact vibrating through his bones.
“They have a sniper set at east tower,” he muttered under his breath, unsure why he knew the exact location without ever looking. “High angle. Suppressed rifle. Professional grade.”
Another bullet struck, missing his head by inches.
He ran.
Not clumsy or panicked—his body moved sharply, efficiently, dodging rubble, slipping through falling steel as if he’d done it a thousand times. Instinct took over where memory failed.
The corridor twisted into a darker passageway, lit only by the fire pouring in from behind. Adrian vaulted a collapsed beam and skidded into what had once been a war-room—now a storm of shattered glass, overturned tables, and fractured screens.
That’s when he saw them.
Symbols.
Painted across the far wall.
Dark ink twisted into shapes that felt older than language—sharp-edged marks forming circles, crowns, serpents. Some symbols were smeared with soot, but their outline remained clear.
Adrian stared, breath catching. His chest tightened.
He knew these markings.
But how?
And why did they stir something cold and violent deep inside him… something he couldn’t name?
He stepped closer, fingertips hovering over the ink.
What are you trying to tell me?
A soft crack echoed.
The sniper had found him again.
A red dot slid across the wall, passing over the symbols… then settling right on his back.
Time slowed.
His heart thumped once—loud.
He didn’t turn. He didn’t think.
His muscles moved on their own, dropping him to the floor just as—
BANG!
The bullet split the air where his skull had been. It hit a metal table behind him and ricocheted into the wall with a violent spark.
Adrian rolled behind cover as more boots thundered into the adjoining corridor.
“Section C breached—target cornered!”
“Sniper Alpha, take the shot when he rises!”
Adrian’s lungs burned. His mind screamed. But his instincts whispered one impossible truth:
He is not supposed to be alive.
He gritted his teeth, grabbed a broken pipe from the floor, and smashed the emergency vent panel. Smoke swallowed him as air rushed upward.
He climbed into the vent just as soldiers stormed the room below.
“He vanished—again? How th
e hell—”
A single shot fired from the sniper tower, so sharp it cut through fire and metal alike.
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