Chapter 5 (Shadow Slave–Style, Modern Setting)
The first fragile rays of dawn filtered through the cracks of Alaric's home, gently illuminating the worn, modest interior. Alaric rose silently from his makeshift bed, his heart already quickening as he glimpsed the cyan countdown that hovered persistently at the edge of his vision.
Time Remaining: 23:42:18
He let out a heavy breath, burdened by the reality of what he must do. He had never killed before. The very thought twisted uncomfortably within him. Yet, Alaric knew if Murdock had betrayed them once, the danger would persist until dealt with decisively. He couldn't allow Lia's safety to hang by a thread.
Seeking distraction from his grim resolve, Alaric summoned his system status, specifically focusing on his new skill:
Skill: Stealth - Proficiency 0.7%
Determinedly, he moved into the alleyway, his mind sharply focused. As he practiced, Alaric felt his footsteps soften, gradually fading into near-silence. His movements became fluid, balanced, his presence blending effortlessly into the shadows around him.
An hour later, a notification flickered before him:
Skill: Stealth - Proficiency 2.8%
He allowed himself a brief sense of satisfaction. This incremental progress reminded him that each step, however small, brought him closer to the strength needed for survival.
Returning home, he found Lia already awake, quietly arranging their scant possessions.
"You're out early again," she observed softly, concern evident in her eyes.
"I needed time to think," Alaric replied, sitting down beside her. Her quiet presence both comforted and heightened his internal struggle.
Lia studied him carefully, clearly sensing his unease. "Whatever you're dealing with, Al, please be careful. You're all I have."
His chest tightened at her words. Alaric drew a deep, steadying breath. "I promise," he whispered earnestly. "Everything I do is for your safety."
She regarded him solemnly, then nodded, accepting his promise. Her trust deepened his resolve. If he had to tread into darkness to protect her, so be it.
Elsewhere, in a shadow-clad alley, Axel paced restlessly, anxiety gnawing at his nerves. Cassian's sudden death had shaken the entire slum, and Axel couldn't shake the feeling Alaric was connected somehow. He had seen the tension growing in his friend and knew something dangerous was brewing beneath the surface.
Frustration mounting, Axel's resolve strengthened. He couldn't stand by without answers. Steeling himself, he headed towards Murdock's shop, unaware of the events rapidly unfolding there.
Night descended over the slums, cloaking Alaric as he made his way toward Murdock's store. Every step drew him closer to a line he had never imagined crossing. The dagger appeared silently in his grasp, its cold weight strangely reassuring.
Peering carefully through a window, he saw Murdock pacing anxiously inside, phone pressed tightly to his ear, his movements betraying guilt and fear. Alaric steeled himself, feeling the stealth skill aid his approach, rendering each footfall nearly soundless.
Suddenly, a sound from behind froze him in place. He melded deeper into shadow, holding his breath as Axel came into view, visibly anxious and uncertain.
Before Alaric could react, Murdock's voice sliced through the silence, the door opening abruptly.
"Who's there?" Murdock demanded sharply, his eyes wide and suspicious.
Axel froze, panic filling his expression. In that heartbeat, Alaric made his choice. Surging forward silently, he pressed the dagger against Murdock's throat.
"You betrayed us," Alaric growled, his voice dangerously calm despite his trembling heart.
Murdock's eyes filled with terror. "Wait, Alaric, let me explain—"
"No more explanations," Alaric interrupted coldly. "You endangered Lia. There's no forgiveness for that."
Axel's voice shook behind him. "Al, don't—this will change everything!"
"I know," Alaric whispered firmly. "I have no choice left."
In one swift motion, the blade completed its deadly arc, silencing Murdock forever. The cyan notification flashed before his eyes immediately:
Quest Complete: Eliminate Murdock Green
Reward: +2 Stat Points
Axel stared in stunned silence, his face pale. Slowly, Alaric turned to face him, blood dripping from his blade.
"It had to be done," Alaric said quietly yet firmly. "He was a threat we couldn't ignore."
Axel swallowed visibly, conflicted emotions warring on his face before he gave a reluctant nod. "We need to get out of here. Now."
Together, they melted into the night, escaping into the slum's twisting paths. Alaric's heart was heavy with the weight of his irrevocable choice, but beneath it all was newfound resolve.
This world was merciless, filled with harsh choices. To keep Lia safe, Alaric would face whatever darkness he must. The system flashed once more, affirming his decision and the reality of the path he had now chosen.
Name: Alaric Vale
[Stats]
• Strength: F
• Agility: F
• Vitality: F
[Traits]
• Poison Immunity (Passive)
• Slight Vitality Boost (Passive)
• Eidetic Memory (Passive)
[Equipment]
• Scrap Dagger (Bound)
Unallocated Stat Points: 2
Alaric regarded the glowing screen with solemn determination. This was the beginning of a journey into the shadows, and he would need every ounce of strength and resolve to navigate the treacherous path ahead.