LOGINThe escape pod bobbed on the dark waves of the ocean. Inside, the air was thick and smelled like burnt wires. I sat frozen, my back against the cold metal wall. Bryan was right in front of me, checking a small screen to see if we were being followed. He looked so real. I could see the sweat on his forehead and the way his chest moved as he breathed.
"We made it, Hazel," he said, turning to smile at me. "The city is
The escape pod bobbed on the dark waves of the ocean. Inside, the air was thick and smelled like burnt wires. I sat frozen, my back against the cold metal wall. Bryan was right in front of me, checking a small screen to see if we were being followed. He looked so real. I could see the sweat on his forehead and the way his chest moved as he breathed."We made it, Hazel," he said, turning to smile at me. "The city is gone. The Publisher is finished. We can finally go home."He reached out to touch my hand, but I pulled away as if his skin were on fire. My heart was thumping so hard it hurt. I looked at the corner of the pod. The teenager with the gold teeth was still there, leaning against the door. No one else could see him. He was a ghost in the machine, a glitch that only I could hear."He's lying to you," the boy
I stood between two versions of myself. On my left, the teenager with the gold teeth gripped my hand. His skin was warm, and he smelled like rain. He felt real. On my right, my own physical body stood tall, her eyes glowing with a terrifying purple light. She looked like a goddess, but she felt as cold as a machine."Don't listen to him, Hazel!" my real body shouted. Her voice didn't come from her mouth; it echoed directly inside my brain. "The city is falling. If we don't merge right now, Bryan drops into the ocean. I am the only one with the power to stop the crash!""She's a trick, Hazel!" the teenager yelled. He was sweating, his eyes wide with fear. "If you step back into that body while the 'Writer' code is active, you won't be Hazel anymore. You’ll be a tool for the Mainframe. You’ll become the very monster we’ve been fighting!"
The small metal ball rolled across the white marble, spinning until it tapped against my boot. My heart stopped. I looked up and saw Bryan. He was standing at the edge of the floating city, his face covered in grease and blood. His eyes were full of hate as he looked at me. To him, I was Elena, the cold daughter of the man who had ruined our lives."Bryan, no! It’s me! It’s Hazel!" I tried to scream.But my voice came out in that high, glass-sharp tone of the Director. Bryan didn't hear my heart; he only heard the enemy’s voice. He ducked behind a marble pillar, waiting for the blast."Die, you monster!" Bryan yelled.I didn't have time to explain. I dove to the left, my gold cloak flapping like wings.
I stared at the mirror. The face looking back at me was beautiful, but it was a lie. I had the skin and the eyes of the Publisher’s dead daughter. My heart hammered against my ribs, but the body felt cold and stiff. I was a passenger in a stolen skin."Director? Your father is waiting," the guard said again. He looked at me with bored eyes. To him, I was just a boss. He had no idea that Hazel Williams, the woman he thought was a prisoner, was actually pulling the strings of this body.I had to move fast. My real body was hanging in that cage. If the Publisher swung that sword, my mind would have nowhere to go. I would be trapped in this gold suit forever, and the "real" Hazel would die."Stop the execution!" I shouted. My voice is different now. It was sharp and high, like glass breaking.
I fell through the dark, the wind screaming in my ears. I wasn't falling into a pit; I was falling through memories. Images of my life flashed by like broken glass. I saw the day I met Bryan. I saw the first time I held Elle. Every happy moment felt like a cruel joke now. The Publisher was using my own love to keep me weak.I slammed onto a hard floor. The hospital room was gone. I was in a place that looked like an endless library, but the books weren't on shelves. They were floating in the air, their pages turning by themselves."Hazel! Over here!"I looked up. My father was running toward me, his face tight with fear. He still had the gun, but he wasn't pointing it at me anymore. He was pointing it at the floating books."Dad, what is this place?"
The air in the warehouse already felt heavy. It had a sour, metallic taste that made my throat itch. Bryan scrambled toward me, his movements slow and shaky. He looked like a ghost of the man I had known in the simulation. I looked at my own hands. They were thin and pale, covered in the sticky residue of the tube’s gel."The air, " Bryan coughed, clutching his chest. "It burns."I looked at the man in the black suit. He was calmly strapping the gas mask to his face. Behind him, the screen showed the green fog swallowing the streets of a real city. People were collapsing near their cars. It wasn't a story anymore. There was no "Undo" button in the real world."You monster," I hissed. My voice was a dry rasp. "You let the world die just to sell your stories?"
The black coin sat on my white hospital bed like an open wound. It was cold and heavy. I stared at the symbol of a snake biting its own tail. I had seen that exact mark on the silver lighter the man used to start the fire that killed my parents. My breath hitched i
The wind howled around the empty gas station. I stood there, clutching Elle to my chest, staring at the golden key in the briefcase. It looked beautiful, but I knew it was made of blood. The man in the suit bowed again, waiting for my answer.
The cold metal of the gun barrel pressed into my skin. I stopped breathing. My heart was a wild animal trapped in my chest, clawing to get out. In the pitch-black room, the only sound was the heavy, jagged breathing of the man holding my hair.
The gun barrel felt like a block of ice against my temple. I looked at Jane. She was holding my daughter, Elle, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at the man with the snake tattoo. She looked terrified, like a rabbit caught in a trap.







