In This World It's Kill Or Be Killed Novels & Stories

Only when lightning split the sky above me did I turn to leave, my heels clicking against the wet pavement. As I walked away, the world felt heavier, not from the rain, but from the truth that no matter what came next, they died so I could live and I couldn’t bring them back. But I will make sure Roberto Moretti joins them.

into my ears, I felt cold and wondered who the next victim was gonna be. Dave died the previous day from an asthma attack which everyone thought but I knew it wasn't. How could I tell anyone that I could see their deaths without sounding delusional? "I'm crazy, this isn't real, please don't let it be" I screamed as I found the right words to express my dilemma. She laughed hysterically and the room echoed. Touching my face, I could feel how cold her hands were as she sheepishly said "It's gonna last forever, this is a blessing don't see it as a curse, you've been blessed with a power that no one could ever imagine".

I don't care about the children having to die because they are just an obstacle in my way. People outside our world will never understand this. They will sit behind their screens and shake their heads, asking how anyone could be capable of killing children. They will call us monsters. They will say we have no souls. They are right, but they still do not understand. In our world, mercy is weakness. Hesitation is death. We don't care who we kill as long as we get to the top. And I want to get to the top more than I want anything else.

I shoved Dad aside, pointed at them, and shouted, "I'll never go along with this! If you even think about touching Grandma, I'll jump off this building to show everyone how shameless you all are!" Dad shot me a look of disgust. "How can you say something so cruel? How can you just sit there and watch someone die? Your grandma could be doing something good. Plus, going through the regular process takes too long. If she donates willingly, it'll be done right away." I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sure, you're such a saint for having your mom save someone's life!" Dad raised his hand like he was about to hit me. I saw it coming, so I threw everything in my arms at him, my eyes burning with tears

"One less mouth to feed. You will last a few more days." Dad read the words on the wall out loud, his lips trembling as he shaped each one. Every single word landed like a slap across the face he was so proud of. He had taught me selfishness, taught me coldness, taught me that in a world like this, all that mattered was keeping yourself alive. He truly believed he had built the perfect survivalist, someone who would do whatever it took to stay breathing.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

“You don’t want children?” “No.” “You might change your mind⁠—” “No.” “You may want other things later in life.” “There is no later in life, sweetheart. I’ll probably be dead in the next ten years.” “Why?” “Why?” he asked. “Because I’m not arrogant enough to assume I’m invincible. At some point, there will always be someone smarter and stronger to replace you. It may be one of my own men. It may be an outside opponent. I don’t fucking know. But I won’t die in a rocking chair in front of the TV. It’ll be a bullet to the head or a knife to the throat. And if I’m really fucking lucky, it’ll be quick.”

he repeated each word trembling, as if saying it enough will make it true. “Would you have preferred they kill you instead,” I demand coldly. “Do you want to go back to being the victim everyone steps on.. then get out of my sight,” I hissed. “Having such high morals won't get you anywhere in this world. The world is made up of monsters and prey. Either you are the prey or you become the monster. There is no in-between.” I released my collar from his grip. “If you want to remain the prey then go. But I assure you. There's no place for a prey in this world.”

I haven’t cried through this whole thing, so I don’t know why I feel the need to do so now. “Sometimes, you have to pull the trigger, piccolo. Sometimes it’s not about you and them as people. Instead, it’s about survival. You kill or be killed, love. That’s how this works.” His voice is so soft it feels as though he is wrapping me in a blanket of kindness. I feel myself leaning down to lie on him, my head on his chest. We have never done such a thing, performed such an intimate act. Kill or be killed. That’s his motto.

“Power.” Kael slowly raised his head towards the boss. “Crushing the source… and the ones spreading it… we show to them that our strength is nothing compared to their positional powers.” “So by all means killing?” Kael stormed his brows in disbelief. Are they mad? “In this cruel world… you can only choose—either you’ll cheat… or life will cheat on you,” the boss said in a darker tone. “Kill—or be killed. That’s all there is.” Silence followed in the living room. Only the cracking sound of the blazing woods on the heKael had been heard for a short while.