Chloroformed Novels & Stories

Domino asked, leaning in to get a better look. "It says here that the only known weakness for PureBloods is chloroform gas," Adam revealed, his excitement growing. "When inhaled, it could cause dizziness, disorientation, and sometimes loss of consciousness. It could potentially disrupt the focus and concentration needed for blood manipulation, causing the individual to lose control over their powers for the moment." Domino's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Chloroform gas, eh? That's some powerful information. But be careful, Adam. Using such tactics against a PureBlood is not without risk."

Does he even realize that I'm missing? Oh god I'm going to be sick. And before I could say anything vomit shot from my mouth like the something you only see in movies. “от тебя ее тошнило, сколько хлороформа ты использовал?” (You made her sick. How much chloroform did you use?) “бутылка,” (The bottle) “чертовы идиоты, “ (Fucking idiots) There's two or three voices and I can't tell what Direction they are coming from but I do know we're still driving. I can feel the vibration under me.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Is that still possible?" he asked, voicing his concerns to the man seated across from him. "They can fucking catch a scent from miles away." The man looked at him with a grave expression. "Yes, they can... especially if the chloroform was mixed with polonium," he explained, his tone serious. "That compound emits alpha particles that carry a high amount of energy. This energy can destroy genetic materials in the body of any being." Lumiére stared at him blankly. He couldn't quite grasp the scientific jargon being used.

A hand clamped over her mouth. She gasped—tried to scream—but the thick cloth pressed against her lips reeked of sharp but sweet chemicals. Chloroform. Panic sliced through her like ice. She flailed, tried to kick, but her limbs were already going weak. The world tilted. Where was her safety letting when she truly needed it? Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled. And Axel didn’t see. He was still at the door, still trying to force it open, cursing the building’s ancient systems.

But before I could comprehend anything, the sound of hurried footsteps moved behind me—and before I could turn, a hand clamped over my mouth. Hard. Leather gloves smelling faintly of cigarettes and something chemical. I jerked backward, instinct screaming. My suitcase handle slipped from my fingers and crashed to the carpet as I clawed at the arm pinning me, my nails scraping uselessly. The hand tightened even more, the leather fabric pressed against my nose and mouth—soft, sickly. And that’s when the scent hit me. Chloroform. I thrashed. My elbow shifted backwards, connecting with his ribs.

The man let out a muffled grunt of pain, his stance fracturing for a fraction of a second, but before I could break away toward the elevator bay, a heavy, thick cloth saturated with a pungent, sweet chemical odor I recognized was violently slapped over my face. Chloroform. "Hold her down! Don't let her breach the airlock!" the first voice snarled, his hands clawing at my shoulders. I violently struggled against them, my vision already beginning to blur into a chaotic vortex of spinning grey spots as the chemical fumes flooded my lungs. I thrashed my body side to side, kicking wildly, my chest heaving as I tried to scream for Dmitry, for Maeve, for anyone. But the sound was entirely suffocati

HARRISON'S POV I closed the encyclopaedia I was reading on chloroform and slid it back onto the shelf, my fingers lingering on the spine for a moment as my thoughts refused to settle. Then I scribbled a quick note to myself. Why would Bobby have chloroform on his clothes? It made no sense. What possible reason could he have for carrying something like that—an industrial solvent, an anaesthetic? I vaguely recalled that chloroform was sometimes used in cough medicines or anti-itch creams, but never in quantities strong enough to leave that unmistakable, heavy, chemical scent.

A flicker of movement in the backseat. Before she could react, a firm hand clamped over her mouth, and the sharp scent of chemicals filled her nose. A sickly sweet, pungent aroma invaded her senses—chloroform. Her vision swam, the world around her spinning into darkness. Then, nothing...

Instead, he leaned back, watching me with that knowing look old men always seemed to have. “What’s really on your mind?” I hesitated, then exhaled. No point beating around the bush. “Chloroform,” I said bluntly. “I smelled it on her.” That wiped the amusement right off his face. His brows pulled together slightly, his fingers tightening around his glass. “You sure?” “No,” I admitted. “That’s why I’m here.” He nodded slowly, taking another sip before setting his glass down. “Can’t test for that myself. My equipment’s not made for it.”

I knew what that was, it was chloroform. “No…” I thrashed, trying to break free, but they were too strong, and their rough hands grabbed my arms, pinning me down so tightly I could barely move. The chemical-soaked cloth pressed against my nose and mouth, the sharp scent burning my nostrils. I fought with all my power, kicked and scream, but it was all in vain. Darkness swallowed me whole. I woke up feeling numb. My body was stiff, my head pounding like a drum. And panic rushed through me as I realized…