Fire Alarm Light Blinking Red Novels & Stories

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.

A message appeared on the screen. Unknown Number: Don’t panic. My stomach twisted but before I could process anything, another vibration followed immediately. Unknown Number: Stay where you are. Cold crept up my spine. This wasn’t a system alert, it wasn't the management. This was personal. Before I could process it, the emergency lights flickered on again, not the bright, reassuring white they were supposed to be, but a dim red glow that bathed everything in an eerie haze. Faces emerged from the darkness, tense and pale, eyes darting around. And then I heard it.

There were three kinds of alarms for each code. Code yellow for a missing patient. Code pink for an infant/child abduction. Code grey for system failure. In this case...door opening. All three had similar beats. Three clicks and one siren. But the duration between clicks and the gap between the siren blaring was what set them apart. Rayleigh's whole body felt like freezing in place. Was it Code yellow, pink or grey? And...why not all three? "Shit," It was too late.

The red emergency lights began to flash in the corners of the ceiling, turning the beautiful marble foyer into a dark, bloody chamber of alarms. I walked out the front doors, the cool morning air hitting my bare chest. The mountain was waking up, but it wasn't waking up to the sun. It was waking up to lead and gunpowder. ROSALINA P.O.V I slammed the heavy wooden bedroom door shut and turned the key, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The loud W000-W000 of the red sirens was echoing through the walls, making my ears ring. The red lights were flashing outside the bedroom windows, cutting through the gray morning fog.

He would see me. ‎ ‎I looked at the fire extinguisher. ‎ ‎I will teach you to bite. ‎ ‎I unhooked the heavy red canister. My hands were shaking. ‎ ‎Vargo’s footsteps got closer. Clack. Clack. Clack. ‎ ‎He passed the break room. He was ten feet away. Five. ‎ ‎I gripped the extinguisher, preparing to swing. ‎ ‎Suddenly, the PA system overhead crackled to life. ‎ ‎"SECURITY ALERT. FIRE ALARM TRIGGERED IN SECTOR 4. EAST WING."

Just once. Just for a fraction of a second. But Melina's enhanced senses picked up on it immediately. Noticed the momentary power fluctuation. Noticed the way the fluorescent lights dimmed and then brightened again. Something was wrong with the facility's electrical systems. Before she could process what that might mean, the alarm began to scream. Not the routine alarm that signaled extraction time. But a deeper, more urgent alarm. A sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the chamber. Red lights began to flash, casting everything in alternating brightness and darkness.

The fabric curled and blackened, then a bright flame licked upward. I watched it for a minute, my pulse racing, then I threw the burning rag onto the pile. The fire began to spread, the smoke drifting toward the vents. I scrambled toward the fire alarm. My breath was hitched in my throat as I grabbed a heavy metal rod from a table and then slammed it on the glass casing, the glass shattered. I grabbed the red handle and yanked it down with a scream of effort. The alarm shrieked, a piercing, deafening sound that vibrated in my skull as really bright red lights began to flash.

Red and blue lights began flashing everywhere. Lila looked around in terror, covering her ears as the noise grew louder and louder, as though the entire den was about to explode. I recognized this alarm immediately. It only happened when there was a serious security breach. Alert. Unauthorized party detected. Tighten security. The automated speaker echoed through the den. Someone who wasn't supposed to be here had somehow gotten inside. Now they could prepare to meet their Creator. "Do not step out of this room no matter what," I ordered as I turned toward my Lila. She was staring at me with frightened, desperate eyes.

The cynical, bitter truth of it hung in the air between us, and I swallowed, looking away. “Well, I guess… you’re not wrong.” My voice sounded low, and I needed to sit to process the whole thing. I turned, walking toward a large, worn leather sofa across the room, and my knees hadn’t even begun to bend before the world erupted in a silent, visceral alarm. A piercing red light began strobing from a siren mounted high in the corner of the room without any sound, flaring that relentless, blood-pulse flash that painted the entire concrete space in strokes of emergency.

I couldn't be a hindrance. Anonymity didn't last long, though. For no reason, the lights in the upper corners began to flicker in an intense red, and an alarm, from whatever depth of hell it emerged, fired on our heads. We were denounced by the scandalous alert, and all my hope of escaping without greater physical damage had faded out like a candle after a whistle.