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She proudly said and crossed her arms on her chest. “What’s your problem are you out of your mind?” “Definitely, that's not even enough for what you did to me” “What did I ever do to you? After I help you-” “AHHHHH” The two screamed at the same time because of fright when the light went out. "What happened?" "I don't know I'm not the one holding the switch" "Switch?" Bea and Osman ask for themselves before their realization hits them. "AHHHHH"

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

The Black Vault. The base was never marked on any map. It existed beneath layers of concrete and stone, buried so deep under the city that even sound seemed afraid to travel there. No windows. No clocks. No sense of time. Only darkness shaped into corridors, rooms, and silence that listened. Zavier sat at the center of it all. A single overhead light cut down from the ceiling like a blade, illuminating the long obsidian table before him.

[The Judas Key] The drive from the basalt sanctuary into the heart of the city was a descent into a labyrinth of light and glass. Rain slicked the asphalt, turning the streets into a shimmering, oil-stained mirror that reflected the neon advertisements of the St. Claire subsidiaries. To the world, the city was thriving; to Dante and Ivy, it was a hollowed-out carcass waiting for the final incision.

“Listening to what?” Damian’s fingers hovered above the keys. Then, in a voice almost too calm: “Us.” The generator went out. The room fell into darkness. For a long moment, neither of them moved. The silence pressed in from every direction. Then came the sound—faint, rhythmic, mechanical. Thud. Thud. Thud. Not from outside. From beneath them. Eli reached for his flashlight and aimed it at the floor. Cracks ran through the concrete, faintly glowing red, like the pulse of a buried vein.

The stone beneath my feet trembled. Somewhere in the darkness… Something enormous opened its eyes.

SEASON 2 — EPISODE 13 The Army Beneath the City Darkness swallowed the station. For a few seconds nobody could see anything. The emergency lights had failed completely. The remaining monitors were dead. The old transit chamber disappeared into blackness while the sounds of cracking concrete echoed somewhere above. Then came the carrier's roar. The entire underground structure shook. Dust fell from the ceiling. Metal groaned. And somewhere in the distance, people were screaming. Victor broke the silence first.

Adrian’s POV The club was alive. Not just loud—alive. Bass-heavy music pounded through the walls, vibrating through the glass in my hand, through my chest, through my bones. The DJ had just switched tracks—something darker, heavier—“After Dark” pulsed through the speakers, the rhythm thick and intoxicating. Neon lights flashed in violent shades of red and blue, slicing through the dimness. Bodies moved everywhere—grinding, swaying, colliding.