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"Something I should never have done"

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My name is Yellow. They say that this colour speaks "lies", and, unfortunately, those believing it are not far away from the truth, in this particular story of mine, at least.

"Why is that", you would ask me.

Well, frankly speaking, I FELT COMPELLED TO kill my coworkers. And not only I DARED TO think of it just hypothetically, I actually did it.

Because I am Yellow, and I am an Impostor.

You see, me going on killing spree had been an OBLIGATORY condition upon which I was ALLOWED on the board of spacecraft. That was a magnificent ship, you can trust me on that fact alone. Sadly, now it's smashed into smithereens thanks to me. Oops.

But every story has a beginning, and this one had started from the dying star – the Sun. A group of scientists had been strucked dumb by a dreadful omen of it. Thus, the research of finding a new place to live in had begone. A special team of 10 people who HAD THE COURAGE to take such enormous responsibility had been sent in the open space, to live and thrive among Supernova until they could find a way out of humanity's doom. Of course, I was in that team as well. Using our real names was PERMISSIBLE, but we really prefered naming each other by our space suit's color. Since then, I was Yellow. But I was an Impostor far long before that.

On the spaceship, there were vents. Everyone was BANNED from tinkering with it. Wouldn't had sense in the first place, as we HAD BEEN FORCED TO literally spend our lifespan in cosmos, if not for someone stealing the tools with which help you can go through vents and stuff. This someone was me.

Via vents, I'd been watching my crewmates, stalking them until we were alone - and then, I striked. The first murder took place in Storage room, and after that this place was decided to stand as a FORBIDDEN one. Didn't stop me from giving them all an inexplicably experience of life and death, though.

After third murder we had established meetings, during which we discussed who could have even a marginal connection to vents.

After seventh, attendance upon them was no more COMPULSORY- everyone still alive were trying to get into capsules in desperation, trying to save themselves.

After my last prey, everything went Yellow. And then - Supernova