Failure Frame Volume 11 Novels & Stories

she asked finally. “M****a” I let out a curse in Spanish already imagining what she was getting at. “Nick got into one” she finished. That was a blow, if I received the news of his death a year ago, does that mean that Mason was in a coma for six months before he died? And Sofia endured all of this? “The doctors said that because of the violent trauma the fall caused to his head his consciousness was impaired and he showed little reaction to stimuli.” Sofia narrated everything in an emotionless voice as if she had heard it over and over again.

Too fast. He slammed into Damien before anyone reacted. Concrete shattered. Damien hit the wall hard. Hard enough to crack it. My breath stopped. “DAMIEN!” Everything inside me snapped. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. Something literally broke. The world slowed. Completely. I heard every heartbeat. Saw every movement. Every flicker of dust in the air. Prototype Zero turning toward Damien again. Damien struggling to stand. Blood at the corner of his mouth. The scientist watching calmly.

The screen flashed again. MISSION: DIVIDED BLOOD SURVIVE 60 MINUTES ESTIMATED FAILURE RATE: 91% Kai stared. "Ninety-one?" Noah looked personally offended. "That's not a mission." "What is it?" Tess asked weakly. "It's an execution," Noah answered. A countdown appeared. 60:00 Then immediately began falling. 59:59 59:58 59:57 The maintenance chamber shook violently. Metal screamed, pipes burst overhead, steam exploded into the air. The walls shifted, the floor trembled.

It was like an aquarium but it had just one species of fish inside. Their teeth made gnashing noises as they hit them together ferociously. Big Pa looked at the canister that was big enough to fit at least half of his body at once, and then looked back at the brothers. “Exhibit A,” Angelo began to speak. He took out a finger from a briefcase that one of the men had opened and dangled it at Big Pa’s face, and then he opened a small part of the lid of the canister and threw it in. It was just a matter of three seconds and the finger disappeared.

"Compound fracture, tibia." Elion stepped back to give them room, but he didn't let go of Cale’s hand until they forced him to. He looked up at the broken bridge. He looked at Kieran. Kieran met his gaze. There was fear in Kieran’s eyes. Elion didn't look away. He pulled out his notebook. Anomaly 39: The Fall. Cale threw me 5 feet. Impossible strength. Anomaly 40: The Injury. He didn't heal. He said he was "empty."

Even against reality itself. The older Adrian laughed bitterly. “God, I hate seeing myself do that.” Their Adrian ignored him completely. Elaine almost smiled. Almost. Then the Fracture screamed. The loudest crack yet. Darkness surged upward from below. Entire sections of the white space collapsed. The Original Elaine staggered slightly. Her form flickered. The older Adrian’s expression darkened. “It’s time.” Fear exploded through Elaine’s chest. Because suddenly— She knew exactly what was coming. And she wasn’t ready.

You know which one you actually are. I stop bracing. The difference is immediate. The fractures don't hurt less. They hurt differently — sharper, faster, more complete. Like the distinction between pulling a bandage off slowly and pulling it off all at once. The seal cracks across seven points. Astra floods in like a dam breaking. The chamber floor shudders. Bao Fengtian grabs the doorframe. The formation-lamps flare so bright they white out for two full seconds. Then stillness.

Chapter 99 ** Josie’s POV ** Frank takes us back to the bookshop and into a small apartment above it. He turns on an old-style desktop computer. “It takes a while to boot up,” he motions to the computer. “Why are you in this realm?” he asks, leaning against the computer desk and crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for an explaination. I give him a rundown of the previous day's events, skipping out the part where I killed people. “You can use the computer to email him but I’d expect that if he could get here, he would be here by now,” Frank says, clicking the mouse.

"Not fair? Rachel, you kidnapped a coworker and framed her for God knows what. I think we're a little past worrying about what's fair. Vanessa paced back and forth across the darkened living room of Rachel's, her heels lightly clicking against the hardwood floor. Rachel slumped on the couch, her face streaked with tears, her hands clenching a tissue already falling apart. "I need him, Vanessa," Rachel sobbed, "I've missed him so much, and to him now, it's just like I don't even exist in his world." Vanessa ceased her pacing and turned toward her friend; her face held a sympathetic expression mixed with determination. "Rachel, listen to me. Crying isn't going to bring Noah back. We have to be

I don’t register the action early enough to move but I see the glass frame- albeit late- as it comes barrelling towards me. I think I hear Nigel call for me but I’m too numb to move. Luckily, the frame breezes past me, narrowly escaping my face. I hear the wheeze of air as it flies past, hitting the wall behind me and shattering to a thousand pieces. I jerk forward from the noise and force of the collision. I’m still delirious when I turn to look at Bridget with shocked eyes. She looks maniac, without any remorse for almost smashing my head in with a glass frame.