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·Chapter Ten
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Premonition
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The highway stretched ahead like a ribbon of steel and death.
Kimberly stood in the middle of it—barefoot, disoriented, and utterly still—as engines roared past her. Cars, trucks, bikes… all blurs of motion. But she wasn't afraid.
Not yet.
Then, the air shifted.
She felt it before she saw it. A low, distant vibration, like the rumble of something ancient rising beneath asphalt. Time seemed to stretch. The roar of engines became muffled, as though underwater. Colors desaturated. Heat warped the air.
Then it happened.
A screech of tires. A red Mustang clipped the rear end of a motorcycle, sending the rider tumbling like a ragdoll through the windshield of a sedan.
Glass exploded. Blood sprayed the windshield.
Kimberly screamed—but no one could hear her. It wasn't real. Not yet.
Car horns blared. A semi-truck jackknifed across three lanes, colliding with a tour bus that flipped sideways, grinding sparks across the pavement. A man on a cell phone flew from his convertible like a paper doll. Fire bloomed from ruptured tanks. Smoke blanketed the sky.
In less than twenty seconds, it was a massacre.
And then—
The flames reflected in her wide, trembling eyes—
BOOM.
A final explosion ripped through the scene—and Kimberly sat bolt upright in bed, gasping like she'd surfaced from drowning.
"Kai!" she cried, grabbing for air.
I was already at her side, gripping her shoulders gently. "It's okay. It's okay. You're awake."
Her skin was cold. She trembled, pupils dilated, every muscle locked in fight-or-flight.
"That wasn't a dream," she said.
"No," I agreed. "That was your premonition. It's how this always starts."
Clear was already awake, pouring a glass of water. Alex leaned against the far wall, arms folded, concern creasing his brow.
Kimberly stared down at her hands, voice low. "They all die. On a highway. A massive pile-up."
"How soon?" Clear asked.
Kimberly looked up at me, terrified. "Tomorrow. Morning."
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I tapped open the system as dawn light began to break behind the curtains.
> [Premonition Triggered – Cascade Sequence II: Highway Catastrophe]
[Thread Status: Active. Collapse Imminent – 14 Hours Remaining]
[Fate Points Earned: +10]
[Bonus: Shared Premonition Sync +5]
I was building points fast—but the stakes were rising even faster.
> [Mission Triggered: Prevent Primary Cascade]
[Objective: Save minimum 6 of 18 involved threads]
[Failure Penalty: System Lockout (72 hours) + Random Thread Severance]
[Reward: 100 Fate Points + System Upgrade Tier II]
Six out of eighteen. The rest were… expendable?
No. Not on my watch.
I closed the interface and met Kimberly's eyes. "We have fourteen hours. That's just enough to intercept the location."
Alex frowned. "You think we can stop it before it happens?"
"We don't have to stop the crash," I said. "We just have to get the right people off the road in time."
Clear nodded. "The same way we survived Flight 180."
"Exactly," I said. "But this time, we've got an edge."
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We hit the road by 7:00 AM, tracking the thread patterns the system projected. It guided us north—toward Route 23, a busy highway just outside of town. Traffic there always thickened during rush hour.
As we drove, I accessed the Observer Tier again.
> [Thread Echo Activated]
[Subject: Kimberly Corman – Echoing Vision Path…]
My eyes flickered.
For a brief second, the highway unfolded again—cars and faces matching what she'd seen. A man in a tan van. A young woman arguing with her boyfriend in a blue pickup. A bus full of cheerleaders. A logging truck at the front, loaded with massive, unstable timber beams.
I marked them in my system mentally. Key threads.
"These people are all part of it," I muttered. "We'll need to split up and delay them. Cause traffic snarls. Fake breakdowns. Whatever it takes."
Kimberly still looked shaken. "Why me? Why am I seeing this?"
I glanced at her. "Some people get chosen. Maybe it's chance. Maybe it's something deeper. But once it starts, you're in it."
Clear touched Kimberly's shoulder. "You're not alone. That's what matters."
I watched them, the two women now bound by fate's cruel hands. Kimberly's expression softened. For the first time since waking up, she looked… resolute.
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We reached the designated stretch of Route 23 at 8:30 AM. Traffic was already thickening. The logging truck was there—exactly like in the vision. Behind it, a red sports car. The cheerleader bus. A black sedan with tinted windows.
And somewhere among them… Death, waiting.
I handed Alex a burner phone and pointed down the exit ramp. "You take the east access. Fake a minor crash at the side curve. Stall traffic flow. Make it realistic."
He nodded, already walking.
"Clear, you're with me. We'll cause a temporary detour at the westbound merge."
"What about me?" Kimberly asked.
"You go ahead. Drive slowly down the middle lane. Once you pass the logging truck, brake. Cause confusion—but not danger. Just enough for people to either honk or switch lanes."
Kimberly exhaled shakily. "Got it."
We broke off. Ten minutes later, all pieces were in place.
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It started subtly at first.
The detour signs Alex planted delayed a dozen cars behind him. My drone from the system shop (20 points well spent) dropped traffic cones into a merging lane, forcing vehicles to slow down and split apart.
Kimberly's car swerved briefly near the logging truck, causing the pickup and van behind her to honk and shuffle left.
That tiny moment—
That tiny shift in formation—
Was enough.
The cascade never triggered.
No tire burst. No log drop. No chain reaction.
The system blinked in my vision:
> [Cascade Delay Successful – Threads Diverted]
[14 of 18 Survivors Redirected. Remaining Threads Stable for Now]
[+100 Fate Points]
[+System Upgrade Unlocked: [Echo Branching – Access Parallel Outcomes]]
Clear clutched my arm. "It worked?"
Kimberly's voice crackled over the comm. "We stopped it…?"
I nodded slowly. "We changed it. Just enough."
And then my screen glitched.
A ripple across the golden thread network.
And suddenly—
> [ALERT – ANOMALY INTERFERENCE DETECTED]
[Thread Hijack in Progress: Subject – Nora Carpenter]
[Fatal Path Injected – Unknown System Signature Detected]
I cursed. "No. Not now—"
Before I could say more, a scream echoed down the road.
A black sedan slammed into the guardrail at the far end of the bypass. It flipped—metal crunched—and the car burst into flames.
Kimberly screamed. "I know her! That's Nora! From my psych class!"
We ran toward it, but it was too late.
The heat was unbearable. Fire climbed like a beast unleashed. Her body was gone in seconds.
I stood frozen as the system glitched again.
And then—
A message appeared in blood-red code:
> "Too slow, Kai. You saved the herd. But I only need one."
> – R
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To Be Continued…