Blind Spot Ch 1 Novels & Stories

— Elena sat at the long conference table. She exhaled softly, pressing her fingers against her temple as a dull ache pulsed behind her eyes. Then, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Elena blinked, gripping the edge of the table as her vision blurred for a fleeting moment. She shook her head. It was nothing, she just needed to focus. But the feeling didn’t fade. Suddenly, the world around her tilted before everything went dark. — Elena’s heavy eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, her vision was blurry, and her head throbbed faintly.

My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why. It could not be grief, could it? That would be too humiliating. 'Lana Branch, you really misjudged him, didn't you?'

Travis informs me. Immediately, I stop scanning the black horizon to my left for possible enemies (the left side of him is his blind spot, after all) and focus my attention to the front, which is the direction his gloved hand is pointing. . Squinting into the distance I see ... absolutely nothing. The horizon in front of me is as devoid of color and shape as the horizon that I had been staring at to my left a minute ago. "Travis, I don't see ... - but before I could finish, my eyes are fixed on a half dozen golden lights rising out of nowhere about a half dozen the size of a pinhead slowly approaching us and make bigger"

A man whose face I shall not remember long after I've opened my eyes. CHAPTER 1

I saw my life fading before my eyes. Soon, I began gulping down chemical-induced water. It tasted weird and made me want to throw up. Then the water started burning my eyes. I'm going to be blind. I panicked. I am actually fucking going to be blind at fifteen. It seemed like forever had passed with me doing whatever humiliating thing my brain cooked up in that water until I had a deep splash from a distance and then I was grabbed by two strong arms. "Hey, breathe, breathe." Chima's voice sounded from somewhere in my head. "I have you, breathe." He cooed, still holding onto me.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

When Victor opens his eyes, there are spots in his vision. He blinks, trying to get them to clear, but then groans with the effort. God, does it seriously hurt to blink? But then he realizes that it’s not the blinking that’s causing the pain – that the pain was there already. It comes, sharply, with every breath, with every beat of his heart, which he can feel pounding in his head and his chest and his veins. Victor groans again, turning his head to the side, pressing his eyes closed – doing anything he can to fight against the pain – anything he can to lessen it, ignore it, move on from it –

However, the final result of this race was about to defy every single baseline calculation in the stadium. Sophia Zhao wraps her fingers tightly around her steering wheel, her eyes locked onto the rear bumper of Dawn's vehicle as the starting lights overhead flash down to a brilliant green. The engines scream as the grid launches forward, but instead of maintaining a standard, safe defensive line behind the two favorites, Sophia suddenly veers her car directly into a high-risk, uncalibrated blind spot along the inner wall.

*** Cass My eyes open only for my vision to blur. My head feels heavy, like it’s about to explode. When I finally focus, my vision is different. I can see straight ahead, but my peripheral vision is swallowed by darkness. Realization hits me. I sit up from the dirt where I lie in the corner of the room. My hands go to my face, and I immediately feel the metal around my eyes. I blacked out the moment the first bolt was screwed into my head.

Rule 1 of system architecture: Every closed loop has a blind spot. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, tapping into the newly unlocked 12% of my core. I didn't push my power out; instead, I reached into the ambient magic of the environment and pulled. I felt the microscopic vibrations of the grid. I found the frequency of the nearest silver pillar. "You build cages based on strength," I whispered into the freezing wind, my golden eyes locking onto the glowing runes of the pillar. "But you forgot to account for the glitch."