The SpyMature

“Good job, miss.” Hawk said from behind me.

Her voice startled me and I almost resorted to trying to run and hide. She took note of my reaction from the way I saw her look at me.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I can already see a part of your resolve.”


“Let's get back. You're probably hungry.”

“Aren't we going to do anything else?”

“Haha, if you want. You should pace yourself, though. After all, your injuries will add up at the end of the day, as you probably know.” Hawk stared down at my hand.

“Y-yes, I do.”

“Come on.” She walked off and like before, I fallowed close behind.

Several hours later, I was in my room, looking through some of the things they'd brought me. Most of them were old books and magazines, but I found them fascinating. The people here were kind enough, I thought. They also helped with the cuts I got earlier and got me some food. I really appreciated their kindness, and I felt awkward because I had no idea how to repay their kind gestures.

I looked through the papers, my eyes staring at all the color and words. Before, when things weren't so bad, I remembered seeing these in the stores. I always was one to just hide away and read instead of actually being outside and exploring, but at times I had no choice.

With those places probably both burned and looted away now, there was very little chance that these were still being sold anywhere. Even if they were, what stories would they even tell? Probably nothing I didn't already know.

I read through more of them until I saw Hawk again. Something told me that she was bothered and it took her a moment to inform me of the next task.

“This next one might be difficult for you.” She said, wording herself carefully.

“What's wrong?”

“Have you killed before, miss?” Hawk stared right into my eyes.

“Yes, but I don't like it.”

“I see. Come with me.”

She left the room and we went down the hall. We arrived to another part of the building from what it looked like. The room was very dark and several people were standing around. There was one in the middle who was tied up.

“This is a spy we caught.”

“Um, alright?”

“Can I ask how you would deal with them?”

“I'm not sure. Depends if they could be trusted again.”

“Nah, this one's as rotten as they get.”

“...You want me to kill him?”

“You sure get to the point quick, huh? If you have any other ideas, I'd like to hear them.” She said, there was a cold chill going down my spine from her words.


“You do realize that this man's actions have resulted in the deaths of our members and it'll only continue if he lives. You have to decide exactly what must be done for the greater good.” She walked up to me and held out a gun.


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