Dried Blood On Concrete Novels & Stories

POV Aiden Moving the flashlight from one side to the other and back again. I tired retracing my steps. Had I went to the right or more straight, maybe a little of both. Cherry black dots became visible on the ground increasing in number and size as I moved forward. Leaning down I ran a finger across one. “Blood.” Juxes confirmed. This was not like the small pools of dried blood in the first chamber, this was older. Following the increasing drops and streaks of blood my flashlight found the object my foot had earlier. At first I couldn’t make out what it was, moving closer I bent down. It resembled a wet brown paper bag that had been sprayed with dark red dye.

"I need to find a medical kit, or fuel, or..." His cold hand shot out, catching my wrist with surprising strength. "Don't... don't go far, Aria. The platform... it isn't empty." I froze. "What do you mean?" Elias raised his right hand, pointing his finger toward the grease-stained iron floor grating beneath us. I looked down. Visible through the rust and salt crust were fresh, black boot prints. The rubber tread was distinct: a heavy, military-grade chevron pattern. And beside the prints were fresh drops of dark, hydraulic fluid that hadn't yet been washed away by the rain.

It is thick, metallic, and hot. “Do you smell what I smell?” I ask Jane to be sure. “I might be smelling something worse than you are,” she responds, her face twisted in disgust. We take one careful step onto the block, and our boots stick to the floor. We look down and realize the concrete is flooded. We pass glances, inhaling sharply before we look up. My stomach drops, there’s blood everywhere. It splashes across the high windows, blocking the morning light; it runs down the grey walls in long, dark streaks. It is smeared over the iron bars. The entire block is painted red.

"Help Micah clear the hallway." Mitchell does not hesitate. He moves past me, his boots crunching on something gritty. I do not follow him. My feet freeze on the bottom step. Right there, in the centre of the floor, is a massive smear of dark, thick blood. It covers a four-foot patch of stone, bright red and glistening under the torchlight. It is Nina’s blood. I know the scent. It is sweet, too sweet for a human, carrying a faint, spicy undertone that makes the hair on my arms stand up.

Jax zipped it shut without a word. Cole went to work on the floor. He poured the enzyme solution directly onto the large blood pool, letting it break down the proteins for a few minutes before soaking it all up with absorbent pads. Then he scrubbed the wooden floorboards vigorously. The blood had seeped into the cracks, so we had to pry up two stained boards completely and replace them with spare ones from the utility closet that matched the color and grain perfectly. I wiped down the walls and the edge of the sofa where faint splatter had reached. We vacuumed the entire area with a HEPA filter, then sprayed luminol everywhere to check for any invisible traces. The sharp smell of bleach and

DANTE Dark streaks. What the fuck is that? I moved toward it and at first I thought it was oil because the ground was filthy enough for it, but the closer I got, the more the color changed under the fading light. Too dark in some places. Brown-red in others. Blood… dried up ones. “Rafael,” I called. Both of them came over. Enzo crouched beside me and stared at the streaks. “Well,” he said softly. “That’s charming.”

As I walk by, my eyes catch the creamy white and red tinged splash on the ground while gingerly avoiding to step on them. What a fucking mess on my pristine white floor.

She nodded absentmindedly. “Sure. Yeah. Thanks.” I walked across the kitchen, took a mug from the cabinet, and set a kettle on the stove to boil. As I moved around the room, I glanced out the back window. Dark red blood stained the porch floorboards, the walkway leading down the steps, and the grass stretching toward the woods. Orion was kneeling nearby, carefully examining the trail. I couldn’t even see the worst of it, but the small amount I could see already made my stomach twist.

"There is b—blood down there." "What?" She back away from the hole, pointing at it with a shaky finger. "Blood, Val. There's blood in there." I walked up to the hole to take a look. And sure enough, there was blood on the surrounding floor boards. Dried blood. "I was trying to scrub the floor and the board moved." Veronica explained, her voice still full of fear.

For half a second, I thought she was going to argue. Then she nodded. Nixx started taking pictures of the scene while Benny moved carefully along the gravel shoulder. Stone crouched near a dark smear on the pavement and studied it without touching it. “Blood.” Sable’s head snapped toward him. “How much?” “Not a lot.” “That’s not an answer.” Stone looked up at her. “Not enough for somebody to bleed out here.” Her jaw tightened, but she nodded. I moved closer to Jarek’s bike.