Blindsight Novels & Stories

The professor announced them, Mia, as usual, yawned and tried to focus on what he said. The door slammed, Mia couldn't open her eyes correctly as she saw the blurry figure of a man, he came up to the podium and cleared his throat. She still couldn't see the suspicious guy, Noah looked at him with shock, he turned over to Mia who narrowed her eyes. "My name is Blaze Vasilis." He presented himself. She closed her eyes and repeated his name, numerous time. Blaze Vasilis. Blaze Vasilis. "Blaze Vasilis!" She thoughts and jumped off her chair, making her fall back.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

He opened the folder. "Three weeks ago you underwent an experimental procedure in Zurich related to your vision. The procedure resulted in partial visual recovery. Which is excellent." He turned a page. "However the post-procedure assessment identified a secondary finding. A thirty percent chance of further deterioration." He looked up. "Deterioration that has already begun showing symptoms." The room was completely silent. I looked at Damien. His face gave nothing. Which told me he had known this was coming. "Jonathan," Claire said. "Medical records are protected under—"

By the end of the test, the doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "This..." He murmured under his breath. "It shouldn't be possible."Lucas felt his throat tighten. "Doctor?" The older man looked at him gravely. "I believe your sense of pheromones is severely impaired."Lucas frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means your body doesn't process pheromones the way most people do."Lucas stared blankly. "So...?" The doctor folded his hands together. "Simply put..." "You are pheromone blind.”

Three men burst into the room, dressed in black from head to toe, their silhouettes standing out like menacing shadows in the dim light. One of them, more imposing than the others, stood straight as a blade. He wore a black mask that revealed only his eyes—cold, implacable. Raphina, half-lying on the bed, jumped at the noise. His heart began to race, his brain unable to process what was happening. He didn't even have time to open his mouth before one of the men lunged at him.

“Unfortunately you can’t do much for her training. But yes, you’re both going to need each other to face things ahead. However, her training is going to be a little more difficult now that her sight is back.” Levantus looks thrown and confused while Odessa tilts her head in consideration. “What do you mean? Odessa getting her sight back should be a strength.” Odessa suddenly realizes what’s being said. “Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.”

They started picking glass out of Cale’s collar. Elion stood there, useless. He looked at the broken window. He looked at the heavy light stand. It was so obvious. A hot light. Cold glass. Physics 101. But he hadn't seen it. He had seen "light" and "wall." He hadn't seen the interaction. I'm blind too, Elion realized. I'm just human-blind. I see the objects, but I don't see the threat. Cale winced as the medic applied antiseptic to his neck.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

It coated every inch of my being and I found myself leaning dangerously close to him, instead of pulling away. “Why are you leaning so close to me?” He blurted and my eyes widened, immediately realizing that the hell I was doing. I jumped away from him, clearly my throat awkwardly as I lied, “I was just testing how blind you are. Apparently, not blind enough.” “Ouch!” He chuckled. “I'm not sure if that is an insult or not. I am blind in the sense that my vision is blurred out sometimes. I can see things to an extent depending on the lighting. I can see movements, colours, just the blurred version. Same with people.”

“Jasmine and vanilla.” A jolt, sharp and unwelcome, went through me. She could identify the scent from five feet away, through plastic. It was a level of sensory acuity I hadn’t fully accounted for. It made her dangerous. “Gloria claims only you can decipher the contents. That the code is tied to your bloodline, to sensory triggers only you would understand.” I paused, letting the implication hang. “Prove it.” I slid the journal closer to her. “You may touch it.”