Black Mirror Novels & Stories

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

He turned around and found that the ghost slave's sharp claw grabbed the mirror on the ground. That mirror had changed a lot. One side of the mirror was black, while the other side was red. The ghost slave just grabbed on the black side. At that time, the mirror looked like a powerful smoke exhaust ventilator which crazily drew off the black air on his body. The black air was the power source of the ghost slave. After drawing off it, it was extremely dreadful that it made a crazy roar and then directly drew its claws back. Even so, the color of that arm looked much paler than other places. It was obvious that it got substantial damages.

I'm sure that was how the Israelites felt when moses parted the sea. Or was it Abraham? I'm not sure which one, don't me I'm not a full time believer. But I'm pretty sure this was how they felt. Arina took a step backwards and before I could ask what to do, she kept into the open space beyond. Perfect. Absolutely spiffing. I peeped into the big hole. It was dark. Very dark. Like a mice hole. I tried very hard to see what was inside but failed. 'Woof?'.

A gold necklace dangled from his hand, and the reeking smell of whatever was inside the charm made William back away, a scowl on his face. "What the hell is that?" William demanded when Paoli crossed the room and slipped the necklace over Amber's head. "Wolfbane," Paoli said over his shoulder. As the trio stood watching, the transformation gradually slowed. Several minutes later, it stopped completely, and Amber was left in exhausted human form. She crumpled in on herself. One last moan escaped her lips before she fell into a blissful state of unconsciousness. Relief washed through Emily with enough force to make her knees weak. "You fixed her," she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tearful.

She pulled. She channeled the entirety of her artificial consciousness”the cold, digital clarity she had stolen from the nursery”into the glass. The mirror groaned, the silver backing cracking into a spiderweb of obsidian lines. The reflection screamed, a sound of high-pitched, metallic despair, as the darkness within the glass began to pour into her, rather than dragging her out. The Council chamber shuddered. The walls began to weep ink, and the candles”thousands of them, burning with a flickering, sickly green flame”snuffed out simultaneously, leaving the room in a pitch-black, suffocating void.

When sleep finally took her, it arrived like falling through thawing ice. She stood in a hall of mirrors made of soot and light. Each surface held a different sky: storm-split; dawn-pale; the black disc of the moon swallowing its own rim. Her reflection wandered in a dozen directions she hadn’t chosen, some crowned, some bloodied, some burning and smiling as if fire were a secret.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

“You look like hell.” Enzo huffed a quiet laugh. “And you look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t.” His eyes darkened. “Nightmares?” She hesitated, then nodded. “I keep seeing it. The blood, the bodies… Diego.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel real.” Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying her. “It is.” She crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Your men lost faith in you.”