Cycle of Death - Chapter 8
Chapter 8
He vaulted out the window with clean, agile movements, and only then did I see clearly who he was-
It was the student from 511!
503 had posted his photo before, so I recognized him instantly.
I widened my eyes, struggling to keep myself from slipping away.
The appearance of 511 gave me a flicker of hope.
If the killer could be taken out, and if an ambulance could be called in time, I might still be saved.
Sure enough, upon entering the Platform, 511 didn’t hesitate for a second. He charged toward the two fighting figures with a burst of momentum.
The Black-clad Person was focused entirely on finishing off 503 as quickly as possible, relentlessly swinging his blade and pressing forward.
Finally, he managed to violently knock the steel pipe out of 503’s hands!
503 stumbled and collapsed onto the floor.
The Black-clad Person had won. He raised his knife, preparing to deliver the final blow to 503.
However, just like me, he was completely oblivious to what was behind him.
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
511, rushing up from behind, was even more ruthless. He raised his blade and hacked directly into the Black-clad Person’s neck!
In an instant, more than half the blade sank into the man’s neck!
The impact sent his body flying to the side.
The force of the strike was so great that the weapon slipped from 511’s grip.
The knife remained embedded in the Black-clad Person’s neck as he went airborne.
Then, he hit the ground with a heavy thud!
511 didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward immediately, pinning the Black-clad Person’s twitching body down with his foot and wrenching the blade out with one hand!
At that moment, blood from the Black-clad Person’s neck sprayed everywhere.
He continued to twitch for a few more seconds before gradually falling still under 511’s cold gaze…
Hope filled my heart once more.
Only the Police Officer was left. As long as he was taken out, I could be saved!
But reality played another cruel joke on me.
Because I realized-
The knife in 511’s hand was identical to the one the Black-clad Person had used!
“You… you actually came…”
Sitting on the ground, seemingly unable to stand, 503 spoke breathlessly.
511 walked over with the knife and replied, “Yeah… yeah…”
I stared blankly at 511’s knife from a distance, lost in thought.
Why did he have a knife like that?
In that moment, I remembered the argument between 503 and 511 in the group chat.
I also thought of the ‘me’ I had just killed with my own hands.
His corpse was still lying quietly beside me.
Since there were two of me, could there be…
Two of 511 as well?
The 511 who had been talking to us in the group chat hadn’t eaten with 503 this afternoon at all, nor had he warned him about the impending massacre.
But the 511 standing before me was the one who had found 503 this afternoon, told him the whole truth, and had him coordinate everything that just happened!
If that was the case, what was his goal?
Since he, like the group of Black-clad Persons, could take on our appearances, why did he have a falling out with them? Why did he have a different objective?
I have a bad feeling again.
503 let his guard down and asked, “So it really was your plan. It wasn’t a hallucination… That message, I must have been mass-sending and accidentally sent it to you… By the way, I thought you really went to the back gate and died there…”
511 replied with an easy, nonchalant tone, “I did go to the back gate, and I was killed there.”
Exactly as I suspected.
The 511 in the group chat was truly dead.
This 511 was the one who had been hiding in the shadows all night, manipulating 503 to carry out his orders, only emerging at the end to reap the spoils!
But I no longer had the strength to warn 503.
My vision began to blur again.
Through the haze, I saw 511 raise his knife, and amidst 503’s stunned expression-
He slashed him!
It was over.
503 collapsed, eyes wide with shock.
It was all over…
I was about to close my eyes, but I never expected another person to suddenly appear in my line of sight!
