Antidotes Stories Novels & Stories

He asked with concern laced in his voice, “here, have some water.” I opened my eyes to see him sitting on my chair arm rest, with worry in his eyes and noticed he was holding a glass of water, which I took immediately and down the contents in minutes with shaky fingers. And then he stood up and approached Mattew slowly and asked, “I don’t suppose you have the antidote in the clinic, do you?” “N….no sir, I don’t.” “How do we get it?” Andre asked. “That is the problem, for an antidote can only been concocted from the poison—the Crystal” Mattew replied and I gasped.

Her body was already occupied by those tiny blood thirsty monsters. Alfe get up. He placed a can on the table, poured small amount of gasoline and light up a piece of paper with fire. He burnt those tiny parasites. He knew, they have to do the same procedure to Angel’s body and to the rest of the bodies who were already infected. If only, there were antibiotics, it would surely prevent those parasites from spreading. Alfe close the tent where Angel laid. He has to protect everyone from the possible harmful effects of those parasites.

Jack and Mira nodded, each grabbed the antidote, and stood ready; Jack beside his father, Alex and Mira beside his mother, Katherine. Eldora joined her palms; her eyes turned to golden yellow as she kept chanting. The frozen glass began to melt. Slowly. Relentlessly. Until Alex and Katherine lay submerged in freezing water once more. Neither Jack nor Mira wasted a second as they dutifully forcefully fed the antidote. Jack quickly placed Alex in the basin, just as Eldora had instructed. Mira, however, struggled. She staggered under Katherine’s weight, nearly losing her footing as she carried her toward the basin.

Danielle “This is it?” I let out as I picked one of the small bottles and examined it. I can’t believe this is what that fucker had and wanted to destroy my life for. Yeah, it’s definitely the antidote but the shots were just small so it made the whole situation kind of laughable. “Baby?” I looked at the sound of Andres' voice and smiled when I saw him standing by the door. I waved him over. “It’s the antidote.” I said and placed the tiny bottle in his palm. It looked even smaller when he held it.

“Okay. What’s going on?” “We need help synthesizing an antidote,” I say. “It’s a complex blend of toxins—aconite, belladonna, silver nitrate… things like that. We don’t have a full sample, but we have some notes. We were hoping you could help us isolate a counteragent.” Emory’s brow furrows. “That’s not exactly light work. What’s the exposure level? Human? Animal?” I hesitate. “Let’s just say it’s for a… highly sensitive research subject. Off the books.”

A hint of a smile grazed the lips of the noble and exquisite man. Almost as if he had already seen the prey walk into the trap. ****** The next day, in the research lab. Jessica watched as Antonio injected the antidote into Mr. Marcus' body, the transparent liquid flowing like a stream of ice, her heart feeling a bit chilled, even her limbs felt a bit cold, her palms sweating nervously as she watched Mr. Marcus' reactions on the operating table. This wasn't the first time Edward and Antonio had developed an antidote. These past few days, they had come up with three antidotes, all tested on mice first. The first two times the mice died, then one time the mouse showed no reaction.

Her heart hammered as she saw the bold letters taped across the box: ANTIDOTE. She nearly dropped it in fear, but ran, clutching it as if it would burn her. Bursting into the ward, she shouted breathlessly, “The antidote!” No hesitation—the doctors seized it, injected the serum. Seconds later, the two women slumped into unconscious sleep, breathing steady at last. Relief cut through the room like a blade through chains. * Elsewhere, the Red Café had calmed. Police checked survivors, counting casualties. Miraculously, no one but Ivan and Lily had been gravely injured.

All things had natural counterparts, so near every poison grew its antidote. Fortunately, my animal husbandry major also included electives in agriculture and herbology. I happened to know what the antidote to arrow poison looked like. I told Adrian and Caspian what the antidote looked like and had them search for it quickly. So when the convulsing beastmen struggled to breathe and were on the verge of death, Adrian had already found the antidote. It was a red root. The rescued beastmen looked at me with complete submission in their eyes. Meanwhile, Lydia and the others who used poison became despised throughout the entire beastkin continent.

“Now, watch what the antidote does.” Cassie pours two drops over the infected blood. The blackness absorbs the purple. I hold my breath. What if this doesn’t work? What will we do then? After a minute, the black tinge retreats. Soon there’s nothing but healthy blood left on the plate. “I have 100 vials of the antidote. That leaves 50 people unprotected if all of us are infected.” “I’m impressed,” Colin says. “James, you didn’t tell me your mate was a super witch.”

I couldn’t think properly because of too much pressure. I have about a hundred lives on my hands. Mistakes cannot be made, not at this point. “Hey,” Victoria called, placing her hand on top of mine to gently squeeze my trembling hand. We’ve been studying and experimenting for about three hours now, and I still feel like we’re not making any progress. Ten different types and kinds of antidote have been made but none of them seem to perfectly fit the description to fight the infection. “Clara…check this out.” Victoria and I locked eyes before rushing to Felix.