[ WP ] You have a strange mutation that causes you to hear music in your head that gets more intense the closer you are to danger ( like a movie soundtrack ) . You 're walking in the mall when you start hearing a suspenseful beat .

I was browsing for some shirts when I heard the cellos. 
 
 I was born with a built-in radar for danger. Normally, my brain would play some lively tunes that one would hear on a children's show, but every time I go near harm, the deep basses coupled with the invisible string quartet would warn me to run away as fast as I could. It helped me know when to stay away from dark alleys, or to cancel some road trips.So far, it had been an effective way to keep me alive. 
 
 I slowly turned around and went for the exit, my eyes darting left and right in search for the culprit, my ears trying to listen for real-time danger amidst the blaring orchestra in my head. My heart followed the beat of the song, thumping quickly as I start to walk faster. The ever-increasing crescendo was an indication that I was not going far from the disaster that is about to come. I veered left into the children's section, startling a group of kids gawking at the life-sized mannequin of their favorite superhero. I attracted eyes from all of the other shoppers as my half-hearted run turned into a full-blown sprint. I was positively running for all of the exits, yet the music would not stop. 
 
 I decided that staying in the second floor would be stupid; I had to go back down and bolt for the exit of the department store. I ran down the stairs back to the ground floor, pushing unsuspecting bystanders out of the way. I flipped racks in my hurry, and I skidded across glass displays of jewellery. I heard the security guard call me but I can not stop. At last, I made it back into the atrium of the whole mall. But something was off. 
 
 The music had n't stopped. The danger was n't over. I looked over my shoulder for signs of someone following me, because why else would the music not stop? As I scan the crowd of shoppers mindlessly strolling in and out of the department store, my mind formulated another conclusion on why the music would not stop. The correct answer dawned on me, and it was horrifying. 
 
 I realized that it was n't just me, but the whole mall was in danger. 
 
 My flight instinct told me to get out of the building as quick as possible. I bolted for the exit quickly, but something caught my eye. A young girl, crying in search for her mother who lost her in the crowd. I felt a tingling sensation in my gut. I was the only one in the whole mall who knew what danger it was in. I had to save these people. I had to act. 
 
 I knew it was suicide, but I ran back upstairs to the top floor, frantically searching for directions to the security room. I passed stalls in a blur, and I pushed through crowds of shoppers. `` Sorry!'' I shouted back to an old lady who fell down when I went past her. 
 
 At last, I found the Office of Security. I opened the double doors and walked in straight to the long and white corridor to the room at the end. The orchestra's music has reached full fortississimo that I can barely hear myself think as I opened the door to the control room. 
 
 I quickly scanned my surroundings, half-blind from the glare of the dozens of monitors. My eyes settled on a stout security guard at the far end of the room, staring at me with bewilderment. I saw him reach for his radio on his pocket, and I was scared that he would not listen, but I managed to exasperately tell him what I came here for with what little breath I have left. 
 
 `` Danger!'' I managed to say through heavy breaths, clutching a stitch on my side. `` W-we -- are -- in -- danger!'' 
 
 I gripped the nearest table, struggling to stand on my two feet. I felt the guard's intense stare, and I looked back. Why was he not acting? Why was he not calling the security? Why was he not announcing the evacuation? We stared at each other intently in a defeaning silence. 
 
 And that was when I noticed it. A defeaning silence. The orchestra stopped playing. There was only a reverberating echo of the last violin doing the last note in a rich vibrato. 
 
 I looked at the floor beside my adversary. It was a guard lying down haphazardly by his feet, with the blank eyes warning me of the unstoppable fate that I had caused upon myself. I stared back at the only other man alive in this room, and I was too stunned to move. 
 
 `` I do n't know how you found out,'' he said in a voice that was surprisingly deep in relation to his stature. `` I applaud your attempt to be a hero, but you were too late.'' Behind him, the televisions showed a collage of the entrances, with each camera capturing by detail the deaths of the guards who tried to stop the terrorists forcing their way into the mall. 
 
 He pointed a pistol in my direction, and as I hear gunshots from outside, I also heard the echo of the violin's vibrato drift farther away. 
 
 And then came the silence. 
 
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 Thank you for reading! It was my first time, so please bear with my noob and cliché writing skills = )
