3rd rule

I haven’t slept since the Cloaked Man visited me.

Every time I close my eyes, I hear his voice again — calm, steady, almost gentle.

“IF YOU GO OUTSIDE AT EXACTLY 8:00PM, YOU WILL FACE DEATH.”

I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the moonlight stretch across my walls. The building is too quiet. Even the air feels heavy, like it’s waiting for something.

Then I hear it.

the siren sound.

It starts low and far away, barely noticeable. I sit up slowly, my chest tightening.

Another siren answers it.

Then another.

Within seconds, the night is filled with the sound — of siren It doesn’t sound like a normal emergency. It sounds wrong. Like something tearing through the city, My heart begins to race.

Do not look outside....

I whisper the words to myself, as if repeating them will keep me safe.

But then I hear something else.

Screaming.

Footsteps pounding against pavement.

And then—

Gunshots.

The sound cracks through the night air, loud and violent. I flinch, my hands gripping my blanket. My breathing turns shallow.

I shouldn’t look. I know I shouldn’t.

But I can’t just sit here.

Slowly, I slide out of bed. The floor feels freezing under my feet. Each step toward the window feels heavier than the last.

My fingers hover over the curtain.

“Don’t,” I whisper to myself.

But I pull it aside anyway.

And I wish I hadn’t.

The street below my house is chaos.

People are running in every direction, some falling.

More gunshots echo.

I see people drop as they try to escape. The crowd scatters, desperate, terrified.

The ones firing don’t run.

They move calmly.

Deliberately.

Like this was planned.

My breath fogs the glass as I stare, frozen in place. This isn’t a random city. This isn’t an accident.

This is a hunt.

Then one of them stops moving.

Slowly, the dark figure lifts their head.

And looks straight at my window.

At me.

My heart slams so hard it hurts.

Even from this distance, I feel it — the certainty that I’ve been seen.

I stumble backward, nearly falling. My hands shake as I let the curtain fall closed. I press myself against the wall, trying to breathe.

Phoveus is right, why i,m i so dumb! why didn't i listen?.

The gunshots grow less frequent. The screams fade. The sirens begin to disappear one by one until the night becomes unnaturally silent.

Too silent.

I try to tell myself it’s over.

I hug the pillow like it was my lifeline, tears falling from my cheeks because of fear, I can't think straight all I think about is the sound of flesh, gunshots and scream from the people that are getting killed.

And now one of those hunter saw me??! I’m doom! I don't want to die! Not yet I need to fInd my cousIn Ron!.

I cried silently, I don't want those hunters to find me. God, forgive me for Not listening Phoveus now I break the 3rd rule.. DON'T LOOK OUT IF YOU HEAR SIRENS............

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