Deadly Decisions

What should I do now? – I wondered, although the answer should be obvious, right?

Survive.

For some reason, all those guys out there hated Razer with enough intensity to want to kill him. I don't know what you did, Razer, but you've left me in a terrible situation. And now, I'm the one who has to pay the consequences.

The loud knocks and shouts echoed from outside the mansion. They were trying to get in. Adrenaline started to course through my veins; time was running out. Without hesitation, I ran back to the room where I kept everything I needed. If I wanted to have a chance, I had to prepare myself, quickly. They were coming to kill me, and the only way to survive was to kill them first.

No one who tries to kill me deserves to live. Even if this body isn't mine.

Upon reaching the room, I saw the glass that separated my suit from the rest of the place. I quickly lifted it, feeling the weight of the situation fall on my shoulders. Each piece I put on fit perfectly to my body, as if it had been designed for me. First the pants, then the shirt, and finally the hood. Everything fit perfectly. All that was left was the mask. Once I put it on, my vision changed immediately. The darkness of the room disappeared, replaced by a green hue. I had night vision. Perfect. This month, I wouldn't see the light of day.

I approached the weapons, each one gleaming under the dim light. I knew there were too many enemies outside. Three vans, four cars, eight motorcycles. The exact number of men was unknown, but it didn't matter. I had to assume the worst: many. I needed to be ready for anything.

My hands instinctively reached for two Sig-Sauer P226 pistols, semi-automatic. These beauties were perfect for close combat, with their 15-round, 9mm cartridges. Quickly, I made sure to have enough ammunition, loading several magazines onto my belt. I strapped the pistols to my thighs, where the suit had magnetic holsters that kept them firmly in place, ready to be drawn in a second.

Every bullet counted. I couldn't afford to miss.

But firearms alone weren't enough. If they got too close, I would need something more lethal. I took a pair of wakizashi. Japanese short swords, each 60 centimeters long. They were perfect for close combat, fast and deadly. I crossed them on my back, forming an X, ensuring they were secured and easy to reach.

Then, I needed something powerful for close quarters. A shotgun would be ideal. I scanned the options before me; several interesting weapons gleamed under the dim light of the room, but my gaze settled on a Benelli M4, semi-automatic, 12-gauge. It had a five-shell capacity, although it could be extended thanks to its gas-operated action, allowing for rapid reloading in critical situations.

I began stowing away some ammunition, crossing them over my chest. However, I decided I wouldn't use it right away. I strapped it to my back, ensuring it was ready for quick access if the situation required it.

As I examined the rest of the arsenal, I saw several grenades. The idea of taking one crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The mansion was filled with dark corners and narrow hallways that I didn't know well. It could backfire. An explosion could collapse a wall and leave me trapped or, worse, hurt myself.

With everything ready, I only had to choose another pistol, this time with a suppressor. Many would seek assault rifles, but for me, pistols offered superior maneuverability. In a closed environment, that's vital. Sure, for a massive number of enemies, an assault rifle would be more appropriate. But for now, I would stick with the pistols. With what I had chosen, I would have three pistols and the shotgun. I had enough cartridges, so if I didn't miss much, I could take out several of them.

Finally, I decided to opt for a CZ 75 SP-01 Tactical. This beauty has an 18-round, 9mm magazine, and, above all, it's extremely accurate. Adding a suppressor to it multiplied its potential. In the dark, silence would be my ally, and stealth, my best tactic. However, I needed to turn off all the lights in the mansion. I knew where the switches were, near this room.

One last look. Everything I needed was within reach. The decision was clear: I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to make every move count. I had to be like a shadow, a specter among them, and tonight, I wouldn't let them escape.

With determination in my chest and my weapons ready, I felt fear turn into adrenaline. Every time I heard the noises from outside, my resolve strengthened. The game was about to begin.

...

As I stepped out of the small room, the noises intensified, and the alarm sounded again with terrifying urgency.

"Intruders, intruders." The alarm blared, confirming that they had finally entered the mansion.

I took a deep breath, feeling the cold air fill my lungs. Nervousness overtook me, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was my first time using these weapons in real combat and, above all, facing the reality of having to kill another human being.

I didn't want to do it. The idea of taking someone's life twisted my stomach. But the situation demanded it. It was a fight for survival. With another deep inhale, I stepped out of the room and quickly headed to the switch area. I had to turn off all the lights in the mansion before total chaos erupted. How did I know that? Well, let's say I'm a very curious person. When I visited that room in the past, I wanted to see what those mysterious switches did.

As I stepped out, shouts and murmurs filled the air, creating a deafening cacophony that reverberated through the mansion's hallways. I found myself on the third floor, and I knew they must be coming up now, getting closer to my position.

The tension was palpable. Every step I took echoed in my ears like a drum, and my heart raced. I had to move quickly and precisely. As I glided through the hallway, shadows danced around me, playing with my mind and making me feel like a specter in my own home.

There was no turning back. The only way out was forward, and in my mind, there was only one goal: to turn off the lights. Every second counted, and the feeling that time was running out pushed me to move on. I knew that once I reached the switches, I would have to act quickly.

The sound of footsteps approached, the murmur of voices grew clearer. I had to be silent, a ghost in the darkness. Everything depended on me.

...

The echoes of screams and heavy footsteps reverberated in my ears, a constant reminder that death lurked in every corner of the mansion. It was a deadly game, and I was the piece on the board that had to survive. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins like sweet poison, clouding my thoughts as I moved through the hallway. I couldn't afford to hesitate; my life depended on every movement.

As I peeked around the corner, the shadows of three intruders stirred with frantic energy. Argument, arrogance, and a dangerous lack of awareness. My heart stopped for a moment. Could I really do this? It was the first time I was going to use a firearm in real combat. I had to kill them. There was no other option.

I drew the CZ 75 SP-01 Tactical, feeling the cold metal against my skin. Eighteen bullets. Each one was a breath between life and death. I took a deep breath, trying to drown out the fear that loomed over me.

A shot.

I aimed steadily and pulled the trigger. The explosion of the shot was almost inaudible thanks to the silencer, a subtle murmur lost in the chaos of the mansion. The bullet sliced through the air and lodged in the eye of the first intruder. His face froze in an expression of disbelief before he fell to the ground, lifeless. One down. The feeling of power surged within me, but it was quickly replaced by the cold reality of what I had just done.

The other two turned toward the sound, their eyes filled with terror. They had no idea what was about to come. They couldn't understand that death was lurking, and I was its messenger. With no time to lose, I raised the weapon again and pulled the trigger.

A second shot.

The bullet pierced the throat of the second intruder. His gurgling resonated like a siren's song, unable to emit a scream, as he collapsed to his knees, hands clutching his neck in a desperate attempt to hold onto his life. Two down. His vacant stare was a chilling reminder of the fragility of existence.

The last man, fully aware of his fate, raised his weapon, panic reflected on his face. The hunt had turned into a slaughter. But there was no time for doubt. It was a matter of life and death.

A third shot.

The bullet lodged in his heart, and his body arched backward as if life were being ripped from him in one swift motion. He fell, inert, and silence settled in the hallway. Three down. The reality of what I had done weighed heavily on my chest, a burden I could barely bear.

The alarm continued blaring, a desperate scream warning of the arrival of more intruders. Sweat soaked my forehead, and the feeling of triumph mingled with horror. What had I done? But there was no time to reflect. I had to move forward.

With each beat of my heart resonating like a war drum, I headed toward the switch room. The darkness would be my ally, my refuge in this chaos. I needed to turn off the lights, become a ghost in this house full of monsters.

Upon reaching the door, I felt the air thick with tension, as if the entire world was holding its breath. This was only the beginning. I couldn't afford to be weak. If I managed to press the button that controlled the lighting, I could slip through the mansion unseen, like a predator in the night.

As I looked at the lifeless bodies at my feet, a shiver ran down my spine. I had crossed a line I never thought I would cross. The darkness of the hallway seemed to close in around me, and the coldness of death mixed with the heat of adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I couldn't prevent the images of their faces from replaying in my mind, each one an untold story, and I wondered if I could live with what I had done. But the answer was clear: there was no time for regrets. Survival demanded that I move forward, that I become what I never wanted to be:

A killer.