One Last Time | ONC 2025

One Last Time | ONC 2025

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I, Mordecai 'Kaya' Cresley, am having a bad day from hell. First, my car broke down on the way to work, not a rare occurrence, but extra annoying because of the flash rain caused by pranking high schoolers. My boss is in a mood and a mean customer decided to sit in my section. But that all pales in comparison to the explosion that happens in the middle of town as armed terrorists launch an attack on us. The terrorists are fanatics who have been against the people of my town since an incident gave most people powers ten years ago. This time they are pulling in the big guns, and as one of the few people without powers, the potential of me surviving the ordeal is slim to none. And to no one's surprise, I die. The surprising part though, is I wake up and it's the same day all over again. I don't know why I am the one going through this, but you're coming along with me. And even if I have to live through this day a thousand times, and I don't even know if I'm going to keep waking up, take my hand and come with me, One last time. Cover art: gailstoryteller Cover design: gailstoryteller
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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