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SHADOWS OF THE OAT

Mystery/Thrillerlast updateLast Updated : 2025-03-08

By:  Ng Ongoing

Language: English
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Nathan has spent the last five years trying to leave his past behind. Once an elite operative of The Oath, a secret organization controlling world events from the shadows, he walked away, seeking peace. But one night, he wakes up in a bloodstained room with no memory of the last 48 hours—only to find himself branded as a terrorist and the target of a nationwide manhunt. On the run and unsure if he truly committed the crime, Nathan turns to Riley, a skilled underground hacker, for help. As they dig deeper, they uncover a terrifying truth—his memories have been altered. Clues left behind by Elias Graves reveal that Nathan once broke his unbreakable oath to the organization, but someone wiped his mind to keep him from remembering why. The conspiracy leads to Julian, Nathan’s former best friend, who is orchestrating a global web of deception built on manufactured threats and lies. Determined to uncover the truth, Nathan infiltrates The Oath’s headquarters for a final confrontation with Julian. But the shocking revelation leaves him shattered—Nathan wasn’t framed. He willingly took part in the crime but later chose to erase his own memory to escape the unbearable guilt. A recorded message from his past self forces him to face a critical decision: Expose Julian and bring down The Oath, risking global chaos. Take control of The Oath and become the very thing he once fought against. No matter what he chooses, the cost is high. If he exposes The Oath, the world is thrown into instability, and he is forever hunted. If he takes over, he sacrifices his own ideals, embracing the power he once rejected. In the end, as Nathan looks at his reflection, he sees Julian staring back—proof that the cycle never truly ended.

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CHAPTER 1

Darkness clings to me like a heavy blanket. My body aches, my muscles are tight, and there’s a sharp, burning pain in my side. I take a slow breath, trying to steady my head, but even that hurts.

The smell of blood is thick in the air.

I blink, trying to focus. The motel room around me is a disaster. Broken glass covers the floor, catching the flickering neon light from outside. A chair is overturned. Bullet holes mark the walls.

And my hands…

They’re covered in blood.

Panic grips me. What happened?

My heartbeat pounds in my chest. I press my fingers against my temple, trying to remember. But there’s nothing. A black void where the last two days should be.

A sharp pain pulls my attention to my side. My shirt is ripped, dark with dried blood. Someone—me?—stitched a wound just above my hip. It’s messy but holding. I touch it, wincing. It’s real. This is real.

But I have no idea how I got here.

I push myself up, unsteady on my feet. I glance at the cracked mirror above the dresser. The reflection staring back at me looks nothing like the man I remember—tired eyes, streaks of dried blood on my face, a haunted expression.

I swallow hard. No time to panic. I need answers.

My eyes land on the motel TV. I grab the remote with shaking hands and turn it on. The screen flashes with static, then a news anchor’s voice fills the silence.

The air leaves my lungs in a sharp exhale.

I stumble back, gripping the dresser. No. That can’t be right.

The screen changes to a security camera video. A hooded figure steps out of a burning building, smoke billowing behind him. The timestamp says it happened last night.

Then the figure turns slightly toward the camera.

My stomach drops.

It’s my face.

No. No, that’s not possible.

But it is.

The news anchor keeps talking, but I can barely hear him.

I grip the remote, my knuckles white. This has to be a setup. Someone is framing me. But who?

And why can’t I remember anything?

A knock at the door makes my breath hitch.

I freeze.

Another knock, louder this time.

The voice is calm. Professional. They know exactly who I am.

I scan the room fast. Window—too small. No fire escape.

The knock turns into a hard bang.

No time to think.

I yank open the nightstand drawer. Inside—cold metal. A gun. Loaded. Who left this for me?

The doorknob rattles.

Outside, a metallic click—the sound of a gun being cocked.

They’re armed.

I need to get out. Now.

The bathroom. Small window. Tight fit, but possible.

The door bursts open just as I dive for cover. Gunfire erupts. Bullets rip through the walls, shattering the mirror.

Adrenaline kicks in. I don’t think—I move.

I shove the bathroom window open and squeeze through, glass cutting into my shoulder as I drop into the alley.

The second my feet hit the ground, I run.

Pain screams through my body, but I don’t stop.

Voices shout behind me. Footsteps close in.

I vault a chain-link fence, hit the ground hard, roll, and keep moving. My body knows what to do, even if my mind is a mess.

I disappear into the shadows, one thought pounding in my head.

Survive.

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I don’t stop until I reach an abandoned industrial lot. Rusted shipping containers tower around me. I press my back against one, trying to catch my breath.

Silence.

For now, I’ve lost them.

I press my fingers against my temple. Think, Nathan.

Nothing makes sense. My memories are gone. My face is all over the news. Someone tried to kill me.

And worst of all…

I don’t know if I actually did it.

I check my pockets. My phone is dead. But then my fingers brush something else.

A folded piece of paper.

I open it and stare at the messy handwriting—my own.

A chill runs down my spine.

Below that, a set of numbers.

Coordinates.

I close my eyes, pushing down the fear. Whoever I was before all this, I left myself a clue.

And I have to follow it.

Because if I don’t figure out the truth…

Someone else will.

And I have a feeling I won’t like their version of the story.

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    CHAPTER 1
    Darkness clings to me like a heavy blanket. My body aches, my muscles are tight, and there’s a sharp, burning pain in my side. I take a slow breath, trying to steady my head, but even that hurts.The smell of blood is thick in the air.I blink, trying to focus. The motel room around me is a disaster. Broken glass covers the floor, catching the flickering neon light from outside. A chair is overturned. Bullet holes mark the walls.And my hands…They’re covered in blood.Panic grips me. What happened?My heartbeat pounds in my chest. I press my fingers against my temple, trying to remember. But there’s nothing. A black void where the last two days should be.A sharp pain pulls my attention to my side. My shirt is ripped, dark with dried blood. Someone—me?—stitched a wound just above my hip. It’s messy but holding. I touch it, wincing. It’s real. This is real.But I have no idea how I got here.I push myself up, unsteady on my feet. I glance at the cracked mirror above the dresser. The r
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    CHAPTER 2
    I take a deep breath, and my body moves before I can think. There’s no time to hesitate.The motel room is a wreck—bullet holes in the walls, shattered glass on the floor, and my blood staining the sheets. I have to get out. Now.I scan the room, searching for anything useful. My fingers find something hard under the nightstand—a burner phone. But the back is open, and the battery is missing. Someone disabled it. Maybe as a warning.I reach into my pocket and pull out a small, folded note. My heartbeat pounds as I read the words written in my own handwriting:"Don’t trust your memories."A chill runs down my spine. What does that mean?Below the message, there are coordinates. I don’t recognize them, but they’re my only clue.Before I can process anything, the motel phone rings.The sharp sound cuts through my nerves like a knife.I freeze. My pulse races. No one should know I’m here.Except for the person who left me that note.The phone rings again.I pick it up, forcing myself to s
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    CHAPTER 3
    Rain pours down hard, slicking the streets and turning the city into a glowing maze of neon reflections. Every light stretches across the wet pavement like a twisted, endless road. I weave through traffic, pushing the stolen motorcycle faster, ignoring the angry honks and flashing headlights.The city is awake, moving, alive. It doesn’t care that I’m being hunted. It doesn’t stop for the man running for his life.I keep my breathing steady, my mind focused. But under the surface, something stirs. Fear? Doubt? Or something worse—guilt?I don’t know if I did what they say I did. That’s the worst part. The unknown. My own memories feel broken, like a puzzle with missing pieces. I don’t know what’s real. I don’t know who I can trust. I only know that stopping means death.I twist the throttle, forcing the bike to go faster. The cold wind lashes against my face, biting into my skin. It hurts, but it keeps me awake. Keeps me sharp. I had to ditch my old clothes, had to get rid of the blood,
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    CHAPTER 4
    The warehouse stands ahead, its rusted walls blending into the dark edges of the city. The coordinates led me here. Something in my gut tells me I’ve been here before. But my memory? Blank.I stop the bike a block away, rolling it into the shadows. Never walk straight into the unknown. Always have an escape plan.The air smells like oil and decay. The windows are broken. The wood is rotting. A perfect hiding place for someone who doesn’t want to be found. Or someone who doesn’t want to remember.I run my hand along the steel doorframe, feeling for anything strange. My fingers catch on a small groove—a tiny mark left by someone who knew this place well. Someone like me.The lock needs a six-digit code. My hands move before I can think. My fingers press the numbers on their own.Beep. The lock clicks open.Inside, the room is empty except for a few mattresses, a stash of weapons, a rusted sink, and a small desk with an old laptop.The second I step in, my chest tightens. Familiar. Not s
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    CHAPTER 5
    The sound of the collapsing building still pounds in my ears as I run. My breath is fast and sharp, cutting through the cold night air. The backpack slams against my back with every step, the laptop inside pressing against my spine. The Oath isn’t just trying to scare me—they want me dead.The city around me is a maze of flickering streetlights, old brick walls, and neon lights reflecting in puddles from last night’s rain. I dart through the alleyways, my boots barely making a sound on the wet pavement.Behind me, shadows move together. No rushing. No wasted steps. They know me. They know how I fight.I push harder.The alley ahead gets narrower. The walls close in. I jump over a chain-link fence, my muscles burning as I hit the ground hard on the other side. I twist as I land, pulling out my Glock 19 and firing two shots at the closest shadow. One body drops, but I don’t have time to check.They keep coming.A figure lunges from the side. A punch slams into my ribs. Wrong move. My bo
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    CHAPTER 6
    The engine hums under my hands as I drive through the city, weaving between cars, pushing the SUV harder than I should. My knuckles grip the wheel tight, blood from the earlier fight drying on my skin.I don’t know where I’m going—just away.The neon lights blur past, their colors reflecting off the windshield. My heart is still racing, adrenaline refusing to fade. My body aches, bruises forming under my clothes, but none of that matters right now.I reach into my pocket, fingers brushing against a crumpled note. I already know what it says, but I pull it out anyway.Elias Graves.The name feels heavy, like a weight pressing down on me.The second I read it, pain explodes in my head. A sharp, blinding ache cuts through my skull. Images flash—fast, chaotic. A man’s voice, rough and urgent. A promise, broken. Gunfire.I jerk the wheel, barely missing a parked car. My breath is ragged.The name means something.The flashes fade, leaving a dull throb in my head and a cold unease in my gut
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    CHAPTER 7
    The cheap motel room smells like old cigarettes and damp carpet. The kind of place where people disappear, where the walls hold too many secrets. It’s perfect for hiding. And right now, that’s exactly what I need.Outside, a flickering neon sign casts red and blue flashes through the thin curtains, painting the walls like a broken strobe light. I watch the colors shift, almost hypnotized, but not enough to ignore the heavy weight in my chest.I sit on the edge of the bed, head in my hands, fingers pressing against my temples. The headache is sharp, relentless, pounding at the back of my skull. I shut my eyes, trying to focus. Trying to remember.A name keeps echoing in my mind.Elias Graves.It won’t go away. It’s like a splinter under my skin—always there, always itching. I’ve spent hours searching, calling in favors, hacking into databases that should have been impossible to access. Nothing.No records. No background. It’s like he never existed.And yet, I know he’s important.I lea
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    CHAPTER 8
    The USB drive is small, cold against my fingers. I turn it over, feeling its weight. Not just plastic and metal—something more. Something important. I found it in my jacket, hidden in a secret pocket I don’t even remember using. My mind races. How long has it been there? Did I hide it myself? Or did someone else?My pulse is steady, but my breathing is shallow. I don’t like unknowns. And right now, my whole life is an unknown.I grab the disposable laptop from the motel desk and power it up. It’s slow, the kind of cheap tech I use when I don’t want to be traced. The motel’s Wi-Fi is useless, but I’m not connecting to anything. I slide the USB into the port, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.The files are a mess. Corrupt data. Half-erased fragments. Someone tried to destroy this information, but they didn’t do a clean job.One document is still readable.I lean forward, the glow of the screen the only light in the room.You made the right choice, Nathan. But they will never let yo
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    CHAPTER 9
    The train station is full of people—families pulling heavy bags, businessmen staring at their phones, a couple whispering in the corner. To them, it’s just another normal day.To me, it’s a trap waiting to happen.I keep my head down, my jacket heavy on my shoulders. My ribs still ache from the last fight, but pain doesn’t matter right now. The Oath is hunting me. I can feel it, a weight pressing against my spine, a shadow creeping just out of sight.I check the arrival board. Three minutes until the next train. Too long. Too dangerous. I need to keep moving.A mother walks past me, holding her child’s hand. A businessman checks his watch. A station worker wipes down a bench. It looks normal. But something about it feels off.My instincts take over, scanning for details that don’t fit. The worker’s uniform is too stiff, too clean. The businessman’s hands don’t match his expensive suit—knuckles rough, like a man who fights. The mother? Her shoes. Tactical boots.My pulse slows, my focu
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    CHAPTER 10
    I don’t have time to bleed.The train rumbles beneath me, the cold metal pressing into my back as I stare up at the dark sky. My shoulder is a mess, my ribs feel like they’ve been crushed, and my head won’t stop pounding from the fight at the station. But pain doesn’t matter. The Oath is still after me. I need to keep moving.I climb down the side of the train, slipping through the door into an empty car. The overhead lights flicker, casting shadows on the torn seats and graffiti-covered walls. No passengers. Good. I need a moment to think.I drop onto a seat, pressing my fingers against the wound on my shoulder. Not deep, but still bleeding. I rip a strip from my ruined shirt and wrap it tight. It’s not perfect, but it’ll do for now.My mind shifts back to the USB drive. The corrupted files. The message.You made the right choice, Nathan. But they will never let you walk away.What choice? What did I do?I don’t remember. But someone does. And if The Oath wants me alive, it means I’m
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