Novel & Cerita Slice Of Live

He fell back into his leather chair, gasping, the blood from his leg staining the white rug. ​Elena scrambled to Lucas, pulling his head into her lap. He was dazed, blood trickling from his hairline, but his eyes were open. ​"The monitors," Lucas wheezed. "The feed... it’s live." ​Elena looked up. The monitors weren't just showing the house. Julian had been preparing for his campaign launch the system was hooked up to a high-speed uplink for a live stream to his supporters. ​Julian had forgotten to turn off the broadcast.

I stepped up to the platform to stand on trial. On the large screen before me, comments flooded in in real-time. "She's the first person brave enough to stand on trial!" "Criminals will only surrender in the face of irrefutable evidence." "The show's about to begin!" Before we started, the judge gave me one final warning. "Defendant, are you aware of the trial process and understand its consequences? Are you sure you want to go through it?" If I were found guilty on trial, I would be euthanized on the spot, and the ownership of my organs would go to my parents.

Fuck it. I pulled out my phone without a second thought and after messaging around the home screen for a bit, my thumb found the I*******m icon. My thumb hovered for a second and then I opened it and started a live video. My face blinked to life on my screen and people started popping into the live almost immediately. Usernames I vaguely recognized from my follows flooded the chat—some girls, some hardcore male hockey fans. Comments flashing up too fast to read but I saw a few... NOAH CARTER IS LIVE??

Nothing else. I breathe in. The air tastes like dust and ozone. The room we are standing in is stripped bare from the fighting earlier. Exposed conduits run along the walls. The lights flicker but stay on. The city wants this seen. Eli is pacing near the door, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting between screens. He looks like someone who built a bomb and then realized the blast radius included himself. “This is live,” he says. “It is not filtered. There is no delay. Everyone is getting the same feed.”

“Luan Miler: 1975-1995” She bent down, her eyes filled with tears as she was getting even more nervous. She touched the grave and closed her eyes. As they both were connected she was able to see his memories by touching his grave...

Please. *****

Alive. *

“I’m gonna die soon, wouldn’t I?” “No, you won’t.” She said with so much faith that made me question her sanity. I raised the sleeve of my left arm and showed her the swollen veins which were getting worse by the minute. “How do I survive this, Camila? Tell me!” She stared at it for a while and then looked away. “You’re not gonna die.” “Stop saying that!!” I yelled in annoyance. “Stop it!!!” “You’re not going to die because I won’t let you!!” She revolted. “I would never let you die, Blade. Never!!”

Jake watches me, his jaw tight, like he wants to stop me but knows better than to try. I glance at him once, just to see his eyes, and there’s something there that holds me still for a second—love, worry, pride. I grip the hilt and draw in a breath. And then I slice. The sting shoots through me sharp and real, but I welcome it. This pain is a reminded that I am still alive... it dulls the coldness that is encasing my heart. The blood rises fast, warm and red, sliding down my hand. But I don’t flinch. I hold it out to him, open, offering everything I am.

The ticking timer on the bomb seems louder with every passing minute. Tick. Tick. Tick. Andrea paces nearby, growing increasingly agitated. “This is taking too long,” she snaps suddenly. Garrett looks toward the livestream setup. “Maybe he’s stalling.” “He wouldn’t risk her life.” “You sure about that?” Andrea glares at him. I remain silent, afraid speaking would only bring me more pain. Unfortunately, Andrea notices me anyway. “Oh, don’t look so miserable,” Andrea mocks as she walks toward me. “You should feel honored. Thousands of people are watching you right now.” My stomach turns. The livestream. I almost forgot about it. People are watching this happen. Watching me cry. Watching me beg