A Scanner Darkly Novels & Stories

Sara kept mute, this was great information and Eden would surely love this, she thought. Not long after, she saw his phone rang. "Hey Malco, all clear?" He asked "All clear, you can take her to meet the boss," Malco said from the phone. "We need to hurry out now" he said to Sara who nodded slowly. As they walked out of the room, She could see blood stains on the wall and bodies of men being dragged away from the floor. Her heart raced and she knew Sancho was right. Derrick was more deadly and brutal than she had ever thought.

Until he came out the door, he glance at me evilly. Ruin me? That's my line. Is it? And my life already a messed. It causes Calvary! But I don't care, that's what I want. War!

they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it. "Wait till I catch you, you're a dead meat" as Satcey said that I began running around the sitting room with her chasing me. She chased until she got tired and gave up. "This isn't funny Whitney...waking someone up with cold water really" Erick yelled, only if he knew that it was more than just cold water. Stacey turned to stare at them and she burst into laughter, like who wouldn't? Mascara was trailing down their faces. The boys exchange confused looks with themselves.

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

I stared at the creasing V that disappeared down below the denim. My heart fluttered. I took several steps forward over the hardwood floor and on to the carpet. The firelight was the most amount of light I had ever seen him in. I was going to make use of it to finally see this damn guy's face. His dark hair was a few inches long and lay tousled in his hands. His dark eyebrows rimmed deep set eyes and a hawk-like nose. Red scars laced his cheek on the left side. There was something about him that seemed so familiar, but it was like I was remembering him from a dream, only he was older now. It was such a strange sensation, like déjà vu without the actual memory. My heart was skipping around in

“Every inch No assumptions this time.” He flicked the device on. A faint hum filled the air as he adjusted the frequency, the screen glowing a soft blue. The sound was sharp, clinical a search for ghosts that weren’t supposed to exist. They started with the living room. Adrien moved like a soldier methodical, precise. Ryan followed close behind, holding a flashlight even though the daylight bled pale through the windows. The beam cut across corners, behind vents, under furniture. Nothing. They moved to the kitchen. The scanner chirped once, weak, then went silent again. Adrien crouched, running it along the underside of the table, then the microwave, then the smoke alarm above the counter.

reaching out across the wasteland like the fingers of a starving man. Ethan Hawke stood on the cliffs above the village, his "Strong Frame" braced against a wind that tasted of sleet and ozone. In his hand, he held an "Analog" brass telescope, but beside it on the stone parapet lay a "Zero-Point" scanner—a relic he had sworn never to use again. The Signal in the Dark The scanner's screen was cracked, but the "Data-Points" were unmistakable. A high-frequency "Audit" pulse was radiating from the south, originating from the ruins of Portland.

He leveled her eyes at the scanner and pressed the button to scan. FAILED TWO ATTEMPTS LEFT

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."