Novel & Cerita Inanimate Insanity Season 2 Episode 15

Maia POV “Come on, is there a bicep muscle where your brain should be? Just let me in!” A familiar loud, sassy voice whined from the front door. Dean and I had been in the lounge for the better part of the morning, abiding by our house arrest as we watched every serial killer documentary our local streaming service offered, when an unrelenting sequence of loud knocks had come from the entrance to the pack house. I looked over to Dean, who looked completely oblivious to the outside world as he watched the latest Jeffrey Dahmer series with nothing but pure worship in his eyes.

His subconscious mind was telling him again and again that something was wrong. He didn't realise when his fingers stopped working and his eyes moved away from them screen. He was blankly staring at the wall in front of him. It was like wheels were moving inside his brain at a very fast speed. He was thinking hard about Abhinendra being present in the haveli for some unknown reason and Inaayat was also scared for some unknown reason. "Fuck!" he cursed out loudly realizing he was thinking about her again.

That was why Bartholomew had come to plead with Sebastian without any regard for his own pride. Sebastian frowned as he listened to Bartholomew. He shook his head and said, "Mr. Haye, please forgive me for being direct, but it's impossible for those who are insane to have such symptoms. They're either consistently insane or will suddenly be completely cured. It wouldn't be inconsistent. "Mr. Ballard, do you mean to say that…" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. "Perhaps it's Vacant Soul syndrome. Only those who have this condition act like that. When his soul is back in place, he'll be alert. When it's lost, he'll behave in an insane manner," Sebastian said very firmly.

I will just be in my room” She walked out. A crazy person? She thinks I am acting like a crazy person. Silas shook his head. “I wish you could look at yourself in the mirror. You look like a madman, this is not the Alpha that we want. Laurent might be the through something right now but we can never appear so tacky and looking so horrible” He walked out

The room suddenly felt colder. "What the hell..." Damian's voice was barely audible. The footage skipped. Static. Corruption. Then more movement. Clarisse speaking to Isabella. Alexander turning. Another glitch. The screen froze. One frame. One image. Then black. Video ended. Silence. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Enola slowly looked toward Damian. He wasn't blinking. His eyes remained locked on the dark screen. His expression had changed. Not anger. Not shock. Something worse. Because this wasn't about business.

After the renovation, nothing was stored in there. I was pushed into the room, and I stumbled, nearly tripping. "Think about what you've done when you're inside." Daniel looked blinding in his white coat as it reflected the dim light of the room. "You'll be let out when we find Erin." "I didn't do it, though!" I rushed to the door and slammed my fists against the heavy metal door as it swung closed. The door was slammed shut with a bang. I heard the lock click into place. The cold storage was a dark, empty room, lit only by a dim yellow bulb swaying from a wire above my head.

“Too late.” The movie began. And it was… Insanity. Explosions. Screaming. CGI blood. A shark with a monocle. A gator that hacked into a satellite. None of it made sense. All of it was loud. And in the middle of it, while the screen flashed with fluorescent chaos — Katherine sat there, utterly transfixed, her lips parted in a small, delighted smile, the glow of the screen dancing across her features. Sebastian turned his head slightly. God help me, he thought.

“Somebody answer me!! what just happened?” she asked, her voice trembling now. “What the hell was that?” I snapped my head toward her, having enough of her oblivious stupidity. “For Christ’s sake,” I growled, “Was that the first time you’ve ever seen a seizure episode, or are you just too damn perfect to know what one looks like?” Monet looked like I slapped her again. “A seizure episode?” she whispered. “Why would Sienna be having an episode when nothing is wrong with her?” “God, are you stupid or just willingly blind?”

I sat in the chair across from the desk, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands clasped tightly together as I stared at nothing in particular, my mind replaying the same moment over and over again. Annabel falling to the ground and how my hand caught her before she could reach. Her face as she lay unconscious on that hospital stretcher. It wouldn’t stop. “Play it again,” James said, his voice sharp as he paced back and forth like a man who couldn’t stand still even if his life depended on it. Cassian stood near the window, his arms folded, his jaw tight, his usual calm replaced with something far more rigid, something that barely held together. The manager, a middle-aged man whose confidenc

Deafening crunches of bone and skin made Brie's shiver with disgust. Without realizing what she was doing, Brie turned and felt vomit rise into her throat. "Don't vomit, oh god." Adam begged, and a yell came from the other side of the store. "I hear you!" It was the stranger from before. He seemed to still have a conscious, yet he was already insane. Brie tried to control her breathing. "I don't want to be the reason we die. I'm so useless." She felt tears prick at her eyes and her nose scrunched to keep in her whimpers.