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Chapter Title: The Fall of Dominic Vale
The rain slashed across my face, a relentless force, cold and indifferent—just like the system I once tried to perfect. I stood in the wreckage of the Control Tower, my coat hanging in tatters, soaked through, clinging like the weight of my choices. I was thirty-five. Young enough to fight. Old enough to know that fighting was futile.
Then came the footsteps. Hers.
Elara stepped forward, gun steady, her face marked with blood and resolve. The girl I had spared. The one I had believed too weak to challenge me.
“I didn’t want this,” I said, voice ragged, barely audible above the storm. “I only ever wanted the system to work. No emotion. No corruption.”
Her eyes were unreadable, yet sharper than the lightning tearing across the sky. “You became the corruption.”
A bitter laugh tore from my throat. “They called me a manipulator. A monster. Maybe they were right. But I watched my mother beg for scraps while bureaucrats bathed in privilege. No one helped. So I rewrote the rules. I took control.”
She didn’t flinch. “You murdered fifteen government officials. You bombed Parliament.”
I smirked, though there was no satisfaction left in it. “I reprogrammed it. But fine. Kill the tyrant. Write your ending.”
She hesitated. Then, slowly, she lowered the gun. “I’m not you.”
My shoulders sagged—not with relief, but understanding. That was why she had won.
As the sirens grew louder, drowning out the rain, I stepped back into the shadows. Not into death, but into the truth I had refused to face for too long.
I was never the answer.
I was the warning.