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The Last Hack
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The Perfect Revenge The Bloom
SkylaFive years later.The city was different now. The towers still reached for the sky, the streets still pulsed with life, but they no longer carried the suffocating shadow of an empire. The billboards, once plastered with Anderson propaganda, now carried local art and community messages. The streets weren’t perfect—poverty, crime, corruption still lingered in pockets—but they were ours again. Free.The Foundation’s courtyard was alive with sound. Survivors’ voices drifted in the air—laughter, conversations, the clatter of plates from the kitchen. Children ran in barefoot circles, their joy spilling out like a secret no one could cage anymore.At the far wall stood the memorial garden. Wildflowers spilled in reds, whites, and golds around a central stone etched with names—too many names. Taylor’s was at the heart of them. Beneath her name, survivors left small tokens: a cracked watch, a paper crane, a jar of her favourite peppermint gum. I crouched and touched the letters, my fin
The Perfect Revenge Ashes & Seeds
SkylaMorning felt wrong.The sun rose like it always did, pale light spilling through the cracks of the safe house blinds, but it felt cruel. The world shouldn’t have kept moving when Taylor hadn’t. Every shadow seemed to stretch toward her empty chair, reaching for someone who wasn’t coming back.I sat in the corner, her jacket clutched in my hands. It still smelled like her—coffee, old paper, peppermint gum. I pressed it to my face until my chest hurt, until it felt like maybe if I breathed deep enough, I could drag her back through memory alone. But memory wasn’t enough. Not today.Ed sat propped up across the room, bruises dark against his skin, one eye still swollen from Carl’s fists. He hadn’t slept either, though he kept pretending to close his eyes whenever Steph checked on him. When his gaze found me, he didn’t try to joke, didn’t try to soften it. He just looked… hollow.“She saved my life twice over,” he said finally, voice raw, eyes fixed on some invisible point in th
The Perfect Revenge Fire In The Wires
Skyla The safe house felt alive that night, humming with a low vibration that made the walls groan and the light bulbs flicker as if even the air itself knew something irreversible was about to happen. Taylor sat in the middle of it all, wires tangled around her legs, screens cracked and sparking like broken mirrors, her fingers a blur across the keys. She looked too small for the storm she was unleashing, but she didn’t flinch, didn’t waver.“Almost there,” she muttered, eyes locked on the code spilling across the monitors. “Ramos’s slick, but arrogance makes people sloppy. He left a back door open.”I hovered behind her, pulse racing, every muscle in my body screaming to drag her away. “Taylor, you don’t have to do this. We’ll find another way—”She cut me off without looking up. “Skyla, stop. This is the way.” Her voice was sharp, steadier than I had ever heard it. “Carl built cages out of fear. Ramos built them out of code. Let me see if I can break his bars.”Xavier stood te
The Perfect Revenge The Last Hack
SkylaMorning felt wrong.The sky was pale and washed out, too soft for the world we had left behind. The fire from last night had burned itself down to embers, leaving nothing but a circle of ash in the courtyard. Survivors moved through the ruins with heavy steps, cleaning, salvaging, and building something new out of what had been broken.I stood by the doorway of the safe house, clutching a chipped mug of bitter coffee, and told myself this was peace. Or the closest we were going to get.But then I saw Taylor.She was crouched over what was left of her laptop—half its casing melted, wires spilling like guts, sparks hissing each time she breathed wrong near it. Yet her fingers moved fast, precise, as though she wasn’t patching together a corpse but building something alive.“Since when do you get up before me?” I asked, forcing a smile.She didn’t look up. “Since last night. I haven’t slept a wink.”I frowned. “Taylor …”“Don’t,” she said sharply. Then her tone softened, a
The Perfect Revenge Ashes & Bones
SkylaEd looked smaller than he ever had.The med bay Taylor had patched together inside the remains of the safe house smelled of antiseptic and blood. The white sheets were clean but thin, light from a single lamp casting long shadows across his bruised face. His chest rose and fell, slow, ragged, stubborn.I sat beside him, my hand covering his. His skin was warm, too warm, and I hated the thought of what he’d endured.I could still hear his voice in my head, breaking through Carl’s broadcast: “Don’t listen to him, Skyla! Don’t—” Then the sickening crack as the blow landed. Then silence.“Idiot,” I whispered, my throat tight. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut. You should’ve let him talk. But no… you had to protect me.” My fingers tightened around his. “Just like always.”The monitor beeped softly. His eyelids fluttered.“Skyla?” His voice was raw, broken.I leaned forward so fast the chair scraped. “I’m here. You’re safe. You’re going to be okay.”He tried to smile, but i
The Perfect Revenge Ramos’s Games
SkylaThe safe house was rubble.Smoke still curled from the broken walls, and the air stank of gunpowder and blood, but for the first time in months, there was silence. Real silence.Carl was gone. His screams had faded into the night with the fury of the survivors, and when they stepped back, there was nothing left but a body broken beyond recognition.It should have felt like victory.Instead, I sat on the cold floor, my hands still shaking, my cousin still unconscious beside me, and wondered why my chest felt so empty.Xavier crouched nearby, his gun hanging loosely from his hand. He hadn’t spoken since lowering it, hadn’t looked me in the eye. His face was unreadable, but I knew that silence wasn’t peace—it was grief. Guilt.Charlie stood near the doorway, his shirt torn, his face streaked with ash. Steph lingered behind him, uncertain, like she belonged but didn’t. The distance between them was louder than words. Taylor was hunched over what was left of her laptop, trying
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