Dancing with Fate ~ Uzi x N (Murder Drones AU)

Chapter Four: Mortality

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Switching to first person for experimental purposes. If I find I don't like it I'll prob switch it back, but idk we'll see.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! New chapter soon (I hope)

PS: if this gets popular enough, I'll think about releasing a Spotify playlist to go along with it. BUT AGAIN, idk we'll see

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Death was not a concept I had frequently explored. Living day-to-day in the underground was enough work as it was. So, instead of being in the forefront of my mind - the concept of mortality was saved for late nights when I stared at the ceiling and questioned my existence.

However, now as I descended the fire escape with my railgun in hand, death felt tangibly close. It was a concept that now lurked in the shadows of my mind, occasionally surfacing in fleeting moments of existential dread.

This, ladies and gents, was a fleeting moment of existential dread.

Nearing the bottom, the sounds of pursuit seemed closer than before - successfully sticking fear into my core.

"Ah, fuck it," I murmured, a small tick on my forehead. Sick of waiting for demise to find me, I jumped from the fire escape - narrowly avoiding breaking anything.

Throwing my railgun in the air, I took out the charge and caught it in the other. Getting ready for an inevitable fight, I busied myself with replacing the charge core for my gun. Huffing out a sigh, I aimed my gun down the winding alleyway.

The tension in the air was practically palpable, footsteps nearing closer by the minute.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught my eye. The guards had finally caught up, their imposing figures casting long shadows in the dim alleyway.

I tightened my grip on the railgun, as soon as those fuckers came into my line of sight, I shot; zero hesitation.

The initial blast of the railgun echoed throughout the alleyway, sending a jolt through my body. Ringing invaded my head, a bright neon green flash illuminating the grimy walls.

Instead of waiting to see if I had hit my mark, I pivoted on my heel and sprinted in the opposite direction. My heart pounded in my ears and my vision was still blurry, sending me stumbling around the alleyway as I tried to flee.

I knew that I ran the risk of the blast missing, however, I hoped that the collateral damage was enough to deter them. And if it wasn't, the chase was on and I had no intention of being caught.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins gave me an extra burst of speed as I navigated the maze-like alleys. I could hear shouts and the sound of heavy boots behind me, but I didn't dare look back. My only focus was on putting as much distance between myself and my pursuers as possible, hoping against hope that I could find a way to lose them in this urban labyrinth calibrated by the one and only Kahn Doorman.

Rounding another corner, I inhaled a gust of breath - praying my body could keep up with the torture I was putting it through. As I pushed forward, my lungs burned with each ragged breath, and my muscles screamed in protest. The narrow alleys seemed to close in around me, the shadows growing longer and more menacing with each passing second. I could still hear the echoes of pursuit behind me, driving me forward with a desperate energy I didn't know I possessed.

However, I forced myself to a skidding stop - my brain not fully registering the sight in front of me. It seemed that in my fleeing, I had somehow found myself back at the very place that had started all of this; City Hall.

The very place where my single act of defiance had sparked the chaotic chain of events that now loomed over me. The act of defiance where I thought I stood alone on a single cause; Freedom. But now as I stood in the face of my own consequences, I had led myself back to City Hall where a protest had started. A protest I sparked. Ten-fold the number of citizens before all stood outside the doors of the building. They chanted slogans and waved makeshift signs, their voices rising in a crescendo of discontent. The air crackled with tension as more people joined the growing crowd.

I stood frozen, caught between the approaching guards and this unexpected surge of rebellion, wondering if I had truly unleashed something beyond my control.

"Caught ya, sweetheart..."

A deep, gravelly voice sent chills down my spine as I felt the cold barrel of a gun press against my lower back. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, realizing that my desperate flight had come to an abrupt end. The irony of being caught here, at the very epicentre of the rebellion I had inadvertently sparked, was not lost on me.

"I see that killing my comrade back there wasn't enough for you, had to go and start more problems for us, huh?" The man spoke in a low-hushed tone, no doubt seething with anger below his calm facade.

"So I did hit someone back there... enough to kill them, eh?" I mumbled, attempting to provoke him enough to get a window of escape. I was aware he could kill me at a moment's notice, we were too far away to evoke any suspicion. However, if I was hoping to get out of this one, I had to pull out all the stops.

The guard's grip on his weapon tightened, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "You think this is a game, kid?" he growled, pressing the barrel harder against my back. "One more word and I'll make sure you never speak again." I could feel the tension in his body, coiled like a spring ready to snap at any moment.

As the cold metal pressed against my back, I couldn't help but marvel at the scene unfolding before me. The very revolution I had dreamed of was now a reality, but I was powerless to join it. In that moment, I realized that sometimes the spark that ignites change isn't always there to see the flame it creates.

I found myself believing that as long as I had at least sparked a change in the world, I was content. I wasn't doing this to get my name in the history books. I was fighting for a cause greater than myself, for the hope of a better future for everyone in the underground. As the guard's grip tightened and the crowd's chants grew louder, I realized that my actions had set something unstoppable in motion. The revolution would continue with or without me, and that thought brought a bittersweet smile to my face.

"Said you'll kill if I say one more word, right?" I chuckled softly, slight resignation in my voice. The guard's grip tightened, his finger hovering over the trigger. At that moment, as the chants of the protesters grew louder, I looked back at him with defiance, "Bite me, bitch."