KABOOM!
James freezed in his place after he heard the loud noise coming from the building he left moments ago. It was the HQ of a company, with around 300 workers or so. He was breathing heavily and his heart felt like it was going to explode any moment. He couldn't believe he actually did it. What should he do now? Would they accept this as his payment to leave, or come to ask for another job? Was he finally free?
As countless thoughts passed by James' brain, the screams of people near the building snapped him back to reality. The building was slowly collapsing. He needed to leave, and he needed to leave fast. He could leave and act like nothing happened. He would be able to actually live, instead of being a disposable pawn for the organization.
Yet why wouldn't his legs just do what he wanted. Was he tired? Maybe the homemade cookies he got served before leaving was poisoned? Even though the companies camera system was rendered useless a week ago by their other attack, they could still have people manually check and report. Was the kind lady an assassin? He knew this wasn't possible, since the guards were all dead when he got there, swiftly assassinated by his colleague. He didn't feel unwell either. He thought it was the compunction of killing people. It was his first time carrying out a mission that had people's lives end, after all. He didn't care though, he would be free from the control of the organization and be a normal citizen. A normal citizen, with nothing to be guilty of.
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He ran towards the building at full speed while crying. He couldn't handle the burden of all these lives. He didn't want to carry them. He would rather die with them. Once he reached the enterance, he heard a man yelling at him to get away from the building.
He knew that wouldn't be possible, even if he wanted to. He quickly opened the door and saw the lady that offered him her cookies. He guessed it was her, at least. Her head was blown into pieces by a fallen tile, blood splattered everywhere, and her back full of wounds caused by the shattered ceramic and glass. She hardly resembled a humaniod now.
He caused this. If it weren't for him, she would've had a nice time eating her homemade, by the way they were delicious, cookies with her colleagues. He thought he should just die there with the people he killed, but before he could even finish thinking, he felt every bone in his body crush.
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And then there was emptiness. He couldn't see anything, it was purely blank. Neither white nor black, it was something indescribable with colors. Upon this darkness, a light emerged. Upon focusing on the light, he thought he could distinguish a number. As soon as he read it, he felt like he got divided into his atoms, and then reassembled.
310