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I'm runing. Darkness is gathering around. Bottomless, impenetrable, viscous as pitch. Her long tentacles try to grab my legs, but I don't let them. Every time I feel that tenacious hugs are getting closer, I force myself to speed up. It helps, but not for long. As if trying to keep me from escaping, the darkness makes the air thicken. It becomes something like a jelly, through which you have to break through with difficulty. I'm afraid to stop. Everything in my mind, drowning in pure concentrated fear, tells me to move. I can't let the darkness overtake me. It is forbidden…The strength is leaving me. I am an ordinary person. Simple Kirill from an orphanage in Moscow. Not awakened, not the so-called "Shield of the Witches", I am nobody. A shadow running from the darkness that wants to swallow her. I need light, it will warm, give me strength, will not allow me to dissolve. It will make my contours clearer and more expressive, preventing them from merging with the environment. My fear
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- You're not alone, Creel! - No one around, Terra and Eva on their mission. If they decided to kill me, then I would just lie there in a pool of my own blood. It seems to me that I would not have had time to understand that I was dead at all. But you were still excited...- Yes, then I wanted to kill him! To tear apart with bare hands, to leave a reminder of yourself before death: a scar, a cut, whatever. Just to leave something behind...I looked at my own hands as if they were up to the elbows in blood. Although it was true, in the past I often had to dirty them, but I never thought about death. I drove this thought away from me, not allowing it to take root in my head. And now it hit me. “Kril, you are not alone, even now you have me,” Atria said in a sad voice, “Although these words from the mouth of the AI sound stupid, but I am always with you. But you don't always support my decisions...“At first yes, but then something changed,” she answered mysteriously, not wanting
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- She and her parents are busy preparing, now the days have come when you need to follow every smallest detail, - Senoria explained. She beckoned to the maid who was standing outside the door, and she instantly brought a new jug of juice, which for some reason I liked so much. He really was delicious. Some kind of mixture of apple and peach with hints of banana. I can’t even imagine what kind of fruit this is from which such juice is obtained. - And what? Do you miss her? she asked after a short silence.Still, it is tempting to ask me about such details. I suppose you just want to listen to how her own younger brother dries for her friend. - Training, - I said a terrible word for her, - I wanted to show you more complex techniques, and teach you how to handle weapons. - Weapons?! - Senoria asked in surprise, - But why? - Then, with bare hands against the enemy, you will only remain if you lose everything else, and your opponent does the same, - I remembered Russian folk wisdom,
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So the day has come when the entire light of Regulus Prime society gathers in one place. A masquerade ball in honor of Lilia Farhart, daughter of High Inquisitor Rank Eight Regulus. Parents decided to celebrate her coming of age with chic and brilliance, which actually happened a couple of months ago. But who cares? You were invited by influential people, above whom only the governor of the planet - my "father", and then nominally. The Inquisition, if it wants to, can safely bypass the supreme power of the planet and enlist the order of the emperor. They resorted to this very rarely, because no one wanted to argue with them and spoil relations. There is no need to guess here to understand that an organization with such political power can easily remove the governor and send him to some remote colonies."Landed soon, Creel," Atria reported.Meanwhile, I nervously squeezed the glass of alcohol between my fingers. Sitting in the luxurious easy chair of the Governor's private shuttle, I w
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- Crillius! A familiar voice reached my ears.I turned abruptly and saw a girl in a green dress waving at me. It was closed, but so tight that I immediately recognized Senoria. She swayed gracefully towards me. On her face was a mask similar to mine, but only white, with a red face.Her presence made me smile. It's nice to meet strangers in a crowd, a person who does not cause dislike in you, but rather the opposite.- Are you here too?“Here, and not even alone,” she cooed in a cheerful voice.The girl reached out her hand somewhere in the crowd of guests and pulled out a red-haired girl in a white long dress with the same red inserts of neon panels as mine.Seeing each other and noticing the color of the outfits, we were dumbfounded. Lilia wore the same scarlet mask to match her hair.- Hmm, yes, you just agreed, - my “sister” drawled, pushing her friend closer to me so that we would stand side by side."It wasn't me who chose the color, it was my stylist," I grumbled, turning off h
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- Everything is ready, your daughter performed the first dance with the winner of the competition.Okay, now we can start...Then the video ended, and I involuntarily grinned at what I saw. Here such behind-the-scenes games are held, and no one knows. Wouldn't anyone be able to find this video? Were they that confident in their own security system?How did you manage to hack them?- I had to use the cleaner's drone. There were no cameras inside this room.“Clever, the local people are so used to them that they don’t even pay attention,” I said, pushing back from the tree in the direction of the east wing of the building.I need to meet Lily. The video I received turned out to be so valuable that by showing it to her, I can immediately convince the girl to leave the planet as quickly as possible. Because you have to hurry. If Frimius wants to blame me for everything, then I will be hunted. I'm sure the murder of the planet's governor is punished very harshly. Didn't think it would be p
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I ran forward as fast as I could. Behind me, the screams of the inquisitors and the explosions created by the angry Elena were heard. And now I'm running into the remains of a destroyed building.There are ruins everywhere you look. It is hard to believe that just a couple of minutes ago there was a huge crowd of people here. Aristocrats of all stripes have gathered for a masquerade ball, and they are all now crushed under rubble.I hear the groans of the wounded, their cries for help, the quiet cry of dying people who do not believe that someone will save them. And I just keep running. I ignore them, do not pay attention, and do not even reproach myself for it. I don't care about other people's lives. I have a goal, and I do not intend to be distracted.Jumping up in the air, I cut the falling stone fragment with a blow of the sharp blade of the sword. Its parts dispersed to the sides, one of which I managed to use as a springboard and jump higher. I need to find Alexander and my "br
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A huge sword hilt appeared in his hands, but without a blade. Judging by the length of the handle, which easily fit into his two large paws, the weapon is two-handed. Something like Claymore.I tried to move. Hands and feet obeyed me perfectly. The pain spread throughout the body, but was somehow distant. It was as if they were only lightly pressing on my back, causing barely perceptible discomfort, at most it can only cause irritation, and not an attack of full-fledged pain.“You won’t get rid of me so easily,” I rise from the rubble of stones and some utensils, or rather clothes.It turns out that he threw me into an expensive clothing boutique built of marble bricks. Regulus is very fond of marble.- Living! I like! - Alexander shouted contentedly, increasing the speed of his step.Here he already broke into an easy run and with each meter he only picked up speed. I immediately knew that he was going to deliver a crushing blow with his two-handed sword. But there was no blade, and
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The noise of the crowd in the bar forced me to break away from my own thoughts, interrupting them like TV static, preventing me from focusing on what had happened in the past.I would like to forget all this altogether, throw it away and move on with my life.But it's hard to do all this, sitting in an old bar, drinking cheap diluted beer while grimacing at the putrid smell of people around, and also watching another reminder on TV ...“It's been a week since that horrific incident when a group of supervillains took over the Superhero Academy, set off explosions all over Yuniopolis, and released the prisoners from Ironville Prison.Here, in time with the voice of the pretty girl of the announcer, frames of devastation began to appear on the screen. Destroyed to the ground houses, formed as if they were made of playing cards. Burning shopping centers, churches, administrations, and, behold, the prison itself in all its glory, in the iron wall of which a huge hole gapes.It turns out th
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After all, it will not be possible to get everything and clean it.Mistakes are not allowed.- I'll free you! Now is the time! Marcus snapped out of his seat.He ran up to Rena and grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to him. He pressed something on the device hanging on his belt, and then, with a buzzing sound, began to inject a huge amount of a drug that enhances abilities through the tubes.Rene started screaming in pain again, but this time her agony was stronger. The girl fell to the floor, began to writhe, bend, tear her clothes and scratch her skin.I can't even imagine how she feels right now.“Be patient, dear,” Marcus whispered, stroking her bald head, “It’s okay, you have to do this, remove the pain, endure it and free HER, even if you yourself have to die.”Who is locked up there? What woman is so important to Marcus that he is ready to give people's lives for her? What should I do? To stop him?Not! I've gone too far! You can not stop half way because of your own
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My fingers closed around Katherine's throat. I could feel it shrinking, trying to get at least a breath of life-giving air, but I didn't let it happen.All.End.Removing my hand, I looked at the pale face of the girl with her eyes closed. Heavy, greedy sighs escape my lips, as if I had just been strangled, not her. Not enough oxygen, dizzy.I didn't want to end up like this. Did not want.Yielding to a conscientious impulse, I felt the artery on her neck with two fingers - there is a pulse, but weak.Already happy. I was afraid that I would kill her, I would overdo it with force. After all, he could break her cervical vertebrae with gloves, or somehow harm her.Crap…Is it all worth it? Since when am I ready to strangle a person for the sake of some ephemeral piece of information?“Sorry, Kat,” I whisper, looking at her face.Bending down a little, I kiss her on the forehead, and then I get up and walk towards the descent. I feel extremely lousy at this moment. Somewhat overly emotio
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Strange feeling.You seem to have experienced remembering, you know that they are in your head, and you can even feel them, but you can’t see them. It's akin to taking an old disc from the shelf, inserting it into the player and it won't play, it's damaged. So do I.- Don't you remember? Marcus was sincerely surprised. “Well, no wonder, she warned about something like that.- Can you continue your story? I ask irritably, feeling my temples begin to squeeze.“Okay,” Marcus replied with a shrug as he walked around Rene.He took a chair, and passing a little closer to me, placing it next to me.“Sit down, I see you are not well,” he said in a voice full of sympathy and concern.His hand rested on my shoulder, forcing me to gently, but at the same time, adamantly sink into the seat.Then, smiling, he stepped aside breaking the distance and showing his empty hands.Why such courtesy?But thanks to this thoughtful gesture on his part, I was able to sit back in my chair and allow myself to r
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The elevator doors parted in different directions, revealing the inside of a metal booth, upholstered in wood in the old style of the sixties. Once inside, I turned around to face the closing doors. My gaze slowly lowered to see small streaks of blood trailing from the elevator doors.Looking down, I noticed blood dripping from the gloves mixed with everything else. In the joints between the fingers, where the metal was connected by some kind of elastic lining, someone's long hair was stuck, which I immediately pulled out, throwing it aside.The unpleasant consequences of the death of many people. They always leave a lot of dirt behind. It is even surprising why nature made death so dirty? Is it really only in order to thereby scare away all other predators from the body and let it decompose becoming fertilizer?If so, then humanity has broken this primary cycle. Those students definitely can't become fertilizer for anything. They are cremated, and the ashes will be scattered somewher
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“… and that’s how we come to the fact that we need to check you out!” Guys, kill her!What? Who? What is it about? Who to kill? What guys? I got distracted! Crap! Looks like he's inviting trouble...Sighing, I looked at the crowd of zombified students walking towards me. They all walked quite briskly, someone hovered above the ground, a couple climbed the walls and tried to take a position above me. I was surrounded, and if they use their abilities, it will be very bad for me.Without waiting for the attack, I made a short dash forward, jumped up and, pushing off the bench, caught my hands on the metal roof of the canopy that blocked the paths between the buildings of the academy.They immediately grabbed me by the legs and began to pull me down, trying to fight back, I heard how their fingers and hands were breaking. One of them actually had my boot run into his face, breaking his nose, but he didn't even notice. That's just a huge minus.Zombified people do not feel pain, they are r
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So the time has come to fight against the mentors who have been sharing their knowledge with me all this short time. I must admit that everything they taught me here came in handy for me very soon. Even unexpectedly, somehow.Just as unexpected as Yolanda's attacks.A beautiful woman in a long dress standing against the wall attacked us with her ability.Stone blocks flew at us. Walls appeared right in front of your nose, and under your feet every now and then small obstacles strove to jump out. I had to dodge very often. So often that I could no longer really keep track of anything else, my gaze was lost in all this flickering of concrete sculptures and deadly structures, and I completely surrendered to the will of instincts.Run a meter forward, and then bounce back to dodge the concrete guillotine that has arisen above your head, roll to the side in the hope of slipping under a multi-ton block.— Watch out! I shout to Katherine.Sliding across the floor, I grab the girl by the legs
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It surprised. Why did she decide to release me first? She could help herself first… “Now help me. So helping each other and actually holding hands so that the paper clip does not disappear into the air, we got out of the steel fetters holding us back. - Finally! Katherine whispered wearily, leaning against an iron beam. Her chest heaved up and then down heavily in time with her greedy breaths. After just a couple of minutes, we were out of breath as if we had run a couple of kilometers of cross-country. But we still need to get out of here and face those who kidnapped us. - Get down! Katherine whispered as she jumped at me. She pressed my body to the floor, and she fell down herself, trying to completely hide behind boxes with broken equipment and a bunch of tools from above. At first I did not understand what all this was for, but then I managed to hear quiet steps. Someone was walking in our direction with a confident, neat step. Is it one of our guards? They finally decided to sh
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Something too often, being in a new body, I get into some kind of trouble. As soon as we let Katherine into our house, the door of the apartment was knocked out by an explosion, and we were seized. Memory helpfully throws up scattered fragments of a conversation that we had before the attack. Kat, one might say, fell on my head like a Japanese kamikaze on an aircraft carrier. The girl was out of her mind. Dilated pupils looked at me with insatiable hunger and desire, the scarlet skin of her face, frequent heavy sighs, she looked more like an excited drug addict than a harsh and terrible detective. She tried in every possible way to get close to me, and this made her uncomfortable. She pressed me against the wall, breathed into my neck, so at the same time she was also rude. Crap! I can’t say that I don’t like assertive girls who take the initiative in their own hands, but not when everything goes like this. Although it is worth recognizing it turned me on. I have never been a fan of
