THE WATCHER: REVOLUTION
by Rapwizzy Debaron
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Episode 24: Fractured Hope
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I didn't sleep. Not because I couldn't.
But because the moment I closed my eyes, I saw her—
Running toward the Core, hair flying like wildfire, tears cutting rivers down her face.
Alira, choosing death so I could live.
So we could live.
But the message she left behind haunted me more than her absence.
I AM NOT GONE.
Those words had teeth. They chewed through the sorrow and carved out something reckless beneath my ribs.
> Hope.
The cruelest weapon.
I stood now in the ruins of the lab, where broken wires sparked like fireflies and data screens blinked blank. The clones moved silently through the halls behind me—some lost, some found, all waiting.
Waiting for me to be something more than a boy grieving a ghost.
Riven walked in without a sound, tossing a comm tablet into my hand.
> "Signal," he said.
"From where?"
"Outside the Vault. Eastern Sector. Locked channel. Guess who it's registered to?"
I didn't breathe. I didn't blink.
> "Alira."
Riven nodded.
> "It's her frequency. It's encrypted. Military-grade. And there's one more thing... it's moving."
Moving.
Not static. Not stored.
Alive.
The air thickened, and something sharp pierced my chest. It wasn't pain. It was something more dangerous—something I hadn't felt since before everything shattered.
> Belief.
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We prepped in silence.
Riven calibrated a hoverbike while I reviewed the signal loop again and again, each pulse syncing with my heartbeat like a countdown to something inevitable.
I hadn't told the others. Not yet.
How could I explain that the dead girl who set us free might not be dead at all?
They needed stability. A leader.
Not a fool chasing ghosts.
> But I never claimed to be stable.
I slipped out before dawn, riding alone into the pale ash-sky, the world bleeding gray and gold.
Eastern Sector was a wasteland. Once a city, now just bones of buildings swallowed by dust and memories. The hoverbike whispered through the silence, echoing off steel ribs and concrete lungs.
The signal grew louder. Stronger. Until it buzzed in my veins like a scream I couldn't silence.
Then I saw it.
A flickering silhouette in the fog.
A girl—no. A projection.
She turned slowly.
And even though it wasn't flesh or blood, I felt her.
> "Alira…"
The hologram blinked. Her eyes were wide with fear, urgency, life.
> "Jax," the recording said, her voice cracking. "If you found this… it means I'm still fighting. Somewhere. Somewhere they can't reach. But they will."
I froze.
> "Lucien didn't die with the Vault," she whispered. "He's become the system now."
She coughed, blood staining her lips, even in light.
> "Don't come looking for me... unless you're ready to end him."
The signal collapsed.
Silence.
But everything inside me had already ignited.
> She was alive.
Lucien was still out there.
And I wasn't finished.
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I returned to the Vault.
Walked into the Core room with ash in my hair and war in my eyes.
> "We found her," I told Riven.
"What do you mean, 'found'?"
"She's trapped. But not dead. Lucien's still alive."
He went still, jaw clenching like it wanted to scream.
> "Then what do we do?"
I stared into the cracked Core, where her message still faintly pulsed like a heartbeat.
> "We start a revolution."
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TO BE CONTINUED…
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💥 By Rapwizzy Debaron
🔥 Next: Episode 25 – Rise of the Dead Code
What if the system could think for itself—and hate?
What if Alira's not the only one left behind?
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