Extraction Novels & Stories

This plan sucked. POV Ruby This plan sucked but no one could come up with a better one and we were running out of time. As I walked towards my house, a sense of dread filled me. What if he had already killed them? What if I was walking towards my own death? I shook my head to clear it. I couldn't afford to think like this. As I arrived at my home, I stayed in the shadows and peeked through the windows.

"I've been through soul extraction before—I know how painful it is. I'll tell you everything I know!" Soul extraction did not just pull out specific memories—it tore through every piece of information in a person's mind before sorting it out. If Felix only needed to confirm certain truths, a confession would make things a lot easier.

Joshua looked at her, “Evolving?” She nods, “Just as I said. The testing shows failed attempts at homogenization. This technique is used for molecular extraction. If we are trying to recreate, you wouldn’t need to extract anything. You would replicate, not enhance. Extractions are used in computer modeling to study tissue, and, from what I have seen, they haven’t been able to determine why the samples are collapsing before homogenization is complete. It would explain why they need so many samples. They keep destroying them.”

Minus “Well, that could’ve gone better,” Cutter said, as he walked around his desk, opened the bottom drawer, and produced a bottle of Jim Beam and small black medical bag. The type old timey doctors took on house calls back in the day. “There should be some bandages and ointment and shit for your face in here. You can use my bathroom to clean up,” he said, handing me the bag and motioning to the bathroom door. “Cutter, what the fuck—”

Erik said. "Take the diadem and let's go to the extractor." Azazel asked Erik, who took the diadem and walked after him. The 'extractor' was a neighbouring piece of equipment. It's appearance was of two platforms linked by cables and tubes and some antennas like scanners pointing to the center of each platform. Azazel went directly behind the computer station of the extractor equipment and started to import the data from the scanner to feed the extractor. "Put the diadem in the bigger platform, then take one ball of glass from inside the cardboard box near the small platform and put it in it."

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

My chest clenched, but I made myself move. I discovered the safe beneath a framed artwork. My hands shook as I entered my birthday. The lock clicked. I opened it and took a sharp inhale. Stacks of files. A hard disk. Handwritten notes. I grabbed everything, my heart racing. Owen looked over my shoulder. "What the hell is all this?" I did not respond, my fingers trembling as I scanned through a document. My father's handwriting is written across the top. Caleb Winters. Fraud. Embezzlement. Extortion."

“You’re going to have to rip it out of me… with your bare hands.” The room fell into stunned silence. Frederick exhaled slowly. “Of course I am.”

The teacher was momentarily taken aback. "Mr. Gan. Kindly read the next question." Yohan rolled his eyes. "What solution should you use to extract isobutyric acid from a solution of diethyl ether?" "Three 10 mL washes of water," Zea answered quickly once again. Selene stood up abruptly. "You're dead wrong. It's one 30 mL wash of hexane." She glared at her, accompanied by a mocking smirk.

The black in his eyes remained dominant, amber surviving only in thin, stubborn rings that flickered with every surge of the failsafe. The passage opened into a wider junction lined with dense conduit banks and active monitoring arrays. Several restraint arms had already extended from the walls, glowing with the same deep blue as the living collar on the interface above. At the far end a secondary severance platform stood active, its surface pulsing in time with the ongoing extraction. The voice was strongest here. “Extraction cycle at full progress. Subject 47, neural isolation advancing. Resonator, residual bond integrity is f