Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

... Alpha Diego... .. Their laughter occupied the atmosphere and soon doubled up in feats. My gaze rested on the bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My last hope; my end. Knowing I was without a choice as I would eventually die by the sword, I settled to use it. It was the only way to get rid of my enemies who were laughing in scorns to my face, I was that arrogant. It would be more fulfilling knowing that I took them down with me and at the same time than going alone.

she mumbles, her eyes wide. I exhale a huge lung full of smoke and relish the calm feeling for a second. “He’s not only the Flying Death, he’s the reaper and I’m pretty sure your time is up lady,” Missile says, laughing as I hand him back the joint. Just then the rumble of some motorcycles filters into the lot and I can only crack my neck. Her eyes gloss over and her heart rate goes bonkers. I like seeing her sweat. “Have you had any other children,” I ask, rubbing my beard.

Lately, I’ve been plagued by headaches, sometimes even fainting in the streets. When I finally got my test results from the hospital, it felt like my heart plummeted into an ice-cold abyss. A deadly brain tumor, they told me. Not common at all. If I didn't get help right away, I might only have two months to live. But I was just 23. Two months – that was all I've got left. How was I supposed to tell my mother?

“Death is pretty final.” “My men are loyal to me, unlike yours. Eventually, they’ll get their retribution. Don’t expect mercy.” He smiled. “We’ll see. And when I get my wife back, I’ll fuck her and think of you.” He pulled a remote out of his pocket and hit the button. The small screen on the wall displayed a countdown. Ten minutes. “I’ll let you enjoy the countdown. Most men don’t even last this long before they start crying. So, congratulations.”

“A church. Outside the city. Abandoned.” The man nodded. “Under the altar.” Silence crashed down between them. “You have until the countdown ends,” the man said calmly. “Come alone. Or we start removing pieces you love.” The screen went black. The countdown resumed. 22:59:41 Isabella stared at the phone, horror settling deep in her bones. “They will never stop,” she whispered. Alexander placed his hands on her shoulders, grounding her. “Neither will we.” She looked up at him. “They said come alone.”

The bomb's entire display went dark in an instant. Time seemed to freeze. One second. Two seconds… The countdown stopped. The numbers froze at 05:07. "No!" Jasmine's voice exploded from the speaker, hysterical and shredded. "That's impossible! How dare you! How dare you do this!" The pride and calculation in her voice were completely shattered. All that remained was raw madness and an unwillingness to accept defeat. I lifted my head and looked toward the pitch-black window of the building across the plaza.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

As Maya rushed to the console, the countdown continued to tick down, the sound of gunfire and explosions filling the air. “Sixty seconds to detonation.”

“He's dead, Jace. I saw his coffin.” “I know.” “Then how—” The screen changed again. A countdown appeared. 10:00 Dominic's eyes widened. “No.” I looked at him. “What?” He stared at the timer. “He's coming.” “Who?” Dominic's face turned pale. “Specter.” The countdown continued. 09:52 My entire body went still. The voice returned. “Ten minutes.” A pause. “That's all you have.” I pulled Arrienne behind me. “What happens in ten minutes?”

"Help! Where am I? I want to go home!" I heard a woman screaming. As I crawled up from the ground, the system announcement sounded from the speakers. "Welcome, honored players. Congratulations on being selected to join the Death Game. This instance, named 'Deserted Island Amusement Park,' is rated nine stars in difficulty. Players, do your best to stay alive." As the sound of the announcement faded, the phones of the more than 20 people present lit up simultaneously, mine included.