Deadlocked Novels & Stories

And in the crackling of the firelight, with the storm howling outside, one question seared in my breast, louder than any thunder: If he really didn't want me... Why did it seem like his rejection was the most deadly type of want? "Why did his rejection hurt more than Andrew's betrayal?"

she said. “No,” Echo replied. “I set myself free.” She looked behind him. At the smoldering throne. “At what cost?” “Whatever it took.” He offered his hand. She took it. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — DEADLOCK ROOM — 3:01 A.M. Lorenzo sat alone in the old Deadlock vault. The lights flickered once. Backup power had died. The world was no longer running on code. It was running on memory. He held a cracked display screen in his lap.

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

My soul drifted out of my body, yet it did not disperse immediately. After the surgeon made the incision, he suddenly cried out in shock. "What's going on? The patient only has one kidney!" Someone snapped angrily, "This is madness! Using a one-kidney patient as a donor—this is murder!" The monitor suddenly let out a sharp beep. Panic erupted instantly among the doctors and nurses. "Cardiac arrest! Resuscitate her—now!" But no matter how long they tried, the monitor remained a flat line. No fluctuation at all.

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Sign partnership deals. It’s nightmare fuel.

No backup team. This was happening.

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************

Double taps. For thirty seconds, the hallway was a meat grinder. Blood painted the white walls red. Finally, the last monster fell, twitching. [The Dead End] Silence returned. Heavy, panting silence. Sebastian leaned against the blood-slicked wall. He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Harper checked her ammo. "Two rounds left. We can't do this again." "We won't have to," Sebastian looked at the elevator at the end of the hall. The light was red. [ LOCKEDDOWN ].