Combat Pass Bleach Novels & Stories

Taking a nervous breath I step over it, as I do the salt, the mountain ash and the glue burns to a crisp, breaking the barrier and allowing us to leave. But just as I look up to smile at Baylee I hear a gun go of, my heart freezes in fear as a small bullet flies across the room hitting the purple barrier surrounding Baylee, i hold my breath as it bounces of the purple glow and it hits me in the chest, the metal melts immediately but my temper rises.

Philip announced with a big smile. Not only me, next to the machine several girls also screamed and cried in fear. By showtime, he meant using another gray powder mixed with that brown slime and smearing it on our wounds. After adding the gray powder, the slime would turn a dark green color that made people sick to their stomachs. Once in contact with the blood from the wound, it would at first accelerate the blood loss, after which it would stop bleeding in a few minutes, blocking the surface of the wound and allowing the blood to form a round and blood-red mass on the surface of the skin.

“No, just stepped on it.” The pack member came back with everything he asked for. Putting the gloves on, he picked the bee up and out it into the bag and zipped it closed. Grabbed the cleaner, he sprayed it down and cleaned it. The bleach was strong and even a little smoke rose up. Colt pulled Kristen and I back as Alec leaned back. Eventually, he pulled his gloves off and threw them into the trash. “This was more direct.” Colt said looking at Alec. “If it was on the floor and didn’t go off, either it died or out of range.” Alec said back.

SEVEN The slippery liquid burned my lips as soon as it made contact. It was as if I had lit a match and brought it to my lips. Quickly, I moved the bottle away and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. My tongue accidentally brushed my lips. The bleach tasted awful. I retched and spat on the floor. The awful taste lingered on the tip of my tongue, but I had another problem. There was a burning sensation in my eyes. Tears swiftly flooded into them, causing my vision to be blurry. I pinched my hospital gown and then wiped my eyes with it.

Two. The moment her boots hit the third pressure plate—the one calibrated specifically to her 54% Moore-line genetic markers—the vents hissed. It wasn't a cloud. It was a fine, invisible mist of pressurized silver-gas. "What—?" Bianca’s voice was a choked rasp. Through the night-vision camera in the tunnel, I watched her hit the wall. She clutched her throat. The rogues behind her were already on the ground, their lungs seizing as the silver particles shredded their respiratory linings.

He’s barely conscious now, hovering right on the edge of the abyss, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pain completely overrides his brain's ability to process reality. I step back from the table, setting the bloody scalpel down next to the hammer. Reaching for the bottom shelf of the cart, I retrieve a heavy plastic jug of industrial bleach. Twisting the cap off, the sharp, noxious chemical fumes instantly cut through the scent of copper and sweat in the room. "Wake up," I snap, slapping Stefano sharply across the face with my bloody glove. He gasps, his eyes fluttering open, hazy and completely unfocused.

“No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.” Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out. “What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.” Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed. Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

I screamed, pulling my own breather from my kit. I saw Ruan through the haze. He was pinned down behind a stack of pallets, his eyes wide as he saw me approach. He tried to shout, but the sound was drowned out by another explosion. I reached the crate, my hands flying over my medical bag. I knew what this was—chlorine-based, heavy and lethal. I pulled out the neutralizing agent I had prepared at the clubhouse, my heart hammering. "Esmeray, get back!" Ruan roared, lunging toward me as a tactical team opened fire from the jet’s stairs.

Catelyn took out a bottle of saline, a bottle of povidone iodine, gauze, tweezers, scissors and so on. After cleaning the wounds with saline, she stared nonchalantly at his back, which had been injured most seriously. There were several deep scratches on his back, which looked scary. She poured the povidone iodine on the cotton swab and approached a cut. Catelyn put on a malicious expression behind “Cedrick”. Frightened at the sight of her expression, Albert gave a cold shiver. When he looked at Catelyn again, she had returned to her usual sweetness. Albert doubted whether he had had a hallucination.

He, too, was not looking very well and looked at Blake with hostility and fear. “OH, oh, not too soon, no, no. Here let me help you.” Blake said and waved his hand over Hennesey, and a thin, light barrier formed over him, and he began to feel better. “What is this a bioweapon?” Hennesey asked.