Monitor Keeps Going Black For A Few Seconds Novels & Stories

His attitude repulsed me. ‘well, there isn’t any rule that says I should stick by your side like a chewing gum’ I replied, not meeting his gaze. ‘look at me when you answer, sera, I don’t entertain disobedience, especially from my mate?’ he fumed. ‘then I am sorry to burst your bubble, but things don’t always go your way, does it?’ I rolled my eyes. He suddenly gripped my jaw and forced me to face him. My heart beats grew by a mile. I hated the mate bonds, especially this crazy-ass phenomenon called echoed heartbeats. Why the hell did moon goodness even make that?

But before I could respond, a sharp beep echoed through the room, throwing me out of the gazing trance. Shit. One monitor flickered. Shit shit shit! Then another. I turned back to the screens. “Axel?” Brielle asked, brows cocked in confusion as she watched my fingers move rapidly. But no matter how fast I typed in the codes, the monitors flickered like it had a mind of its own. And before I knew what was happening, I watched in panic as each monitor turned static and black. One. After. The other. My blood ran cold as I wracked through my hair with strings of curses escaping under my heaving breath.

Mack sat in front of his PC and stared at the monitor before him. Its cold blue glow etched hard lines on his face. It was late at night, and his eyes were bloodshot. His pupils looked flat and dead, even more so after he took a swig of his now-warm beer. On the monitor was raw footage that Eva and Miko had sent him. Just the two streams instead of the normal five.

Elias says apologetically behind me, “It might really have been a technical glitch. The tower guards did not see anything either.” “I need the two angles on the screen before the blackout. 10 seconds is enough for an intruder to make a good move.” I watched the screen quietly, there wasn’t actually anything suspicious. The screen had just suddenly black out and then returned on its own. Everything was looking normal. I immediately had a bad feeling twitching in my stomach.

“Show me the signal source.” Her monitor synced to his. The feed stuttered, showed identical timestamps, recorded footage replacing live surveillance. Exactly matching the blackout time. Seven minutes. Exactly how long the blackout had lasted. “Trace it,” she said. “I’m trying, but it’s masked. The signal bounces through the lab wing relay and the west storage grid. Both dead ends.” “No one outside this floor should have that kind of clearance,” she muttered. Footsteps approached. Sebastian entered with John behind him, tablet in hand.

"You absolute idiot. Why didn't you just tell me? Why did you think you had to fight them by yourself?" The monitor gave a sudden, erratic skip. The heart rate spiked from 72 to 81. I froze, my eyes darting to the screen, then back to his face. His eyelids fluttered, a minute, agonizing movement beneath the heavy swelling. "Richard? Can you hear me?"

Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications. "This transition is too harsh," Eli said, pointing at a moment where the emotional beat should have been softer. "Agreed," I said immediately. "The color temperature needs to shift earlier." We worked in near-silence for hours. Not angry silence. Just... focused work silence. By late afternoon, we were almost complete. Just one final sequence that required both strategic positioning and emotional authenticity to get right. I was leaning forward to look at the screen more closely, and Eli was standing close enough to point at specific details.

Groggy, I looked up. Killian leaned casually against the doorframe. “When did you... get here?” I asked, yawning. “Just now. How’s it going?” “It’s working. I haven’t caught anything yet.” “Planning to stay here all night?” I straightened in my chair. “Someone has to monitor it.” I blinked the tiredness out of my eyes. “It’ll take at least twelve more hours.” “You can have someone else monitor it.” “There’s still someone outside?” I turned to the soundproof walls, surprised.

I wait. “Wait for what?” Anzi demanded, so overwhelmed by inexpressible excitement that she forgot to ask silently. Time. More time. Why? Time for what? You’ve spoken already when it suited you. Just not to me. Except twice, when you’re screaming to be fed. Netra lay back down on the floor in an elegant circle, snout resting on top of her curled tail. You. Thoughts. Shut, all the time. What? ‘You. Mind. Shut. Always. Netra was staring hard at her, spines twitching as they rose and fell along her back. Bad. Don’t like.

The radio static in the tower cut to dead silence. Up in the tower, Kany stared at her monitor in absolute horror as the four green dots turned red, flickered twice, and vanished into the abyss.