Kill Code Kiss
585 Words
The gun in my hand shook.
Damien stared at me—but he wasn’t staring at me.
His pupils dilated. Irises pitch black.
His voice dropped three octaves. Robotic. Hollow.
“Target acquired.”
He lunged.
I fired.
Not at his heart.
At his leg.
He dropped—snarling, like a beast unleashed.
And then—
He smiled.
But it wasn’t Damien.
It was the programming.
“You can’t save him,” Mina whispered from behind. “You never could.”
I spun and fired at her, but she vanished like smoke, her laugh echoing off the walls.
And Damien?
He was crawling toward me.
Bleeding.
Berserk.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, raising the gun again.
And that’s when I remembered—
The kill code.
His heart.
My voice.
My kiss.
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Flashback – Age 12, Testing Room 3
They’d injected him with rage.
I’d screamed for them to stop.
But he broke his restraints—snapping steel like paper.
And the only thing that calmed him?
A whisper.
A touch.
My lips.
To his.
The kill code was love.
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Back to the Present
I dropped the gun.
Ran to him.
Wrapped my arms around his broken, thrashing body—and kissed him like I was dying.
Because maybe I was.
The moment our lips met, he went still.
The black in his eyes faded.
His body collapsed into mine, trembling.
And he whispered, “I knew you’d remember.”
I held him. Shaking. Bleeding. Alive.
But the silence didn’t last.
A thunderclap shook the walls.
The ceiling cracked open—
And Eclipse soldiers dropped in.
Guns. Drones. Target locks.
“All units,” a cold voice barked through the comms. “Capture Subject Zero and the Black Wolf. Kill if they resist.”
I stood slowly.
Hands in the air.
But I wasn’t surrendering.
I was remembering.
The final layer of my programming snapped back into place.
All the rage.
All the training.
All the power.
Damien grinned from the floor. “You’re waking up.”
“I am the program,” I said coldly.
And then—I moved.
Too fast to track.
One soldier down. Then two.
Blood sprayed the air like ink.
Damien crawled for his gun while I carved through Eclipse agents like a storm in skin.
Then—
The lights cut out.
A new figure dropped in from above.
Cloaked. Masked.
Holding a glowing red blade.
He took out three soldiers in a blink.
And turned to me.
“Zero,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Who the hell are you?”
He pulled off his mask.
And my soul stuttered.
Because it was…
My father.
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Twist Within a Twist: The Dead Never Died
“You died in the fire,” I choked.
“No,” he said. “I started it. To get you and Damien out. They never told you the truth.”
Damien stared. “You were the one who burned the lab?”
“I burned it to stop the Director,” he said. “To stop her.”
“Her who?”
He looked up—through the ruined roof of the safehouse.
And said one name that shattered the last of my sanity:
“Mina.”
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Mina Was My Mother
And with that truth, the last piece clicked into place.
I was created from them.
One born of destruction.
One bred from deceit.
And I was never supposed to survive.
- Writer
