Look Out Can You See Where The Madness Began Novels & Stories

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

He kicks me with his foot and makes me fall on the ground while the crowd cheers in madness , and my father collapses for good. “Kelly” I whisper, feeling dizzy. “This is it. This is the end.” and my eyelashes started to flutter as I was not able not even to keep my eyes open for a few more seconds. All I could see was my blood flowing on the ground. “Stop it!” Someone said stop it? Am I hallucinating? I opened my eyes just a little bit and I could see a handsome man running in my direction. Do I know him? “Stop this madness!”

I hear a loud ripping sound, but my vision is too blurred to see it. I search my mind for Iris but I couldn’t connect with her. “I-I I can’t f-ff-find I-I-ris…” I’m able to say one last time before everything went black. “SHIT! WHERE THE FUCK IS THE AMBULANCE! HOW FAR ARE THE GUARDS?! WHY WEREN’T THEY FOLLOWING US MORE CLOSELY!” **** Ten Minutes Prior AUBURON

Together, we pushed forward. The alley narrowed as we advanced, the walls leaning closer, their broken bricks jagged like teeth. The ground was littered with glass, crunching softly beneath our boots. Every sound seemed too loud, too sharp, echoing back at us as though someone else walked just behind. Halfway through, Madison froze. “Stop.” Her eyes scanned the wall, catching a faint shimmer. A shard of glass wedged between bricks, angled just enough to catch the glow of the moon. Ian cursed under his breath. “He’s still watching.”

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. Maddie felt it. There it was again. The unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling that something was following her. She'd been convinced by Olive's dad the next day to go home and hear what her own dad had to say. On her way she'd decided to pick up a bagel at a bakery downtown because she'd skipped breakfast. As she stepped out of the bakery with her bagel in hand, she stopped as something caught her eye. It was a flicker of movement, across the street, down by the rubbish-strewn alley of a barbershop. There was something u

At the same time, we all watched from the window. "Everyone listen to me. I know you are probably upset by your burnt barns and silos, but that was the only way we could get your attention." There was a lot of mumbling amongst the crowd. "Madness, madness, I say," a man roared from the crowd.

The champagne makes everything feel soft and distant, like I'm watching someone else's life unfold. Hours pass in a haze. I drift in and out of sleep, waking occasionally to sip more champagne or pick at the gourmet meal they bring me. The cabin stays dim and quiet, and for a while, I can pretend I'm anywhere else. When I finally wake up properly, the sun is setting outside my window. The flight attendant tells me we're beginning our descent into Abuja, and my heart starts racing again. I press my face to the window and watch the city spread out below us. Even from this height, I can see the familiar patterns – the wide roads, the sprawling markets, the mix of modern buildings and traditiona

“I don’t know, but whoever it is, they want us paranoid. And it’s working.” As the weight of the situation pressed down on us, the silence filled the room. So, I stood abruptly, pacing to the window overlooking the city. The lights below seemed distant, as a stark contrast to the chaos brewing in our lives. “We need answers,” I said, turning to Mandy. “And I think I know where to start.” Her brow furrowed. “Where?” she asked, as I grabbed my laptop from the desk and settled onto the couch.

The Road Back The airport was chaos. Absolute chaos. Televisions blared from every corner. Passengers crowded around screens. Airport staff rushed through terminals. Phones rang endlessly. Nobody looked calm. Nobody looked normal. Because normal had officially stopped existing. Outside the massive glass windows, the crack in the sky remained. Still growing. Still spreading. Still impossible. Elena stood near the departure gate, staring upward. The golden fracture stretched from one horizon to the other. Like reality itself had been wounded.

He steered Sofia towards the treatment room, dismissing his wife as a temporary annoyance. Outside, Isabella inhaled the crisp night air, a futile attempt to clear her head. The city lights blurred before her vision as tears filled her eyes. “Damn you Marco." She whispered, brushing hears roughly with her uninjured hand. Hiccuping softly, she slid into her car, the leather cold beneath her touch. Starting the engine, she drove of, the city lights blurring in her windows. *** She arrived at their shared penthouse an hour later. Her head felt like it was in a fog and she could barely focus on anything.