Chapter 8
With his hands he had killed his math teacher. Adam looked down at them.
They were clean with no trace of blood. But in his mind he could still feel the slick handle of the scalpel.
He could feel the horrifying resistance as it sank into flesh and then bone. He could see his teacher’s eyes wide with shock and betrayal. His hands began to tremble.
A violent tremor that started in his fingertips and traveled all the way up his arms. It was a physical reaction to a moral boundary he had just crossed.
From the desk James’s voice started its familiar script. The words were a soft gentle drone in the background. "Adam you have to overcome this incident—"
Adam didn’t hear the rest. He turned and walked out of the teacher’s office. His body was moving on autopilot. His trembling hands were a foreign part of him.
As he stepped into the empty hallway he leaned against the cool wall trying to steady himself. He felt sick. He had taken a life. It didn’t matter that James was alive again just a few feet away.
The act was real. The memory was real. The guilt was real.
Before he could think or process what to do next a transparent blue window materialized in front of him. It shimmered in the air a ghostly blue light against the mundane school hallway.
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[Congratulations Host. You have successfully eliminated a hostile target.]
[Target Name: James]