Seeing Around Corners Novels & Stories

I saw the man's eyes snap to me, however it was if he wasn't seeing me. I fell onto my belly and stole one greater look at the unusual man earlier than I handed out cold.... possibly I'll be lucky and he might not kill me.

We reach the corner, and I immediately notice three girls standing near the drinking fountain. One of them glances at me. Then whispers something. The other two look over. I don’t hear what they say. I don’t need to. My shoulders instinctively tighten. Lila notices. Of course she notices. “You still do that.” “What?” “You make yourself smaller.” I blink. “I don’t…” “You do.” She reaches over and gently bumps my shoulder with hers. “They’re looking because they’re curious.” “You don’t know that.” “No.” She smiles sadly.

I walk past it without stopping and go to the end of the block and turn the corner and stand there. Through the front window of number 34 I can see movement, a figure crossing from one side of the room to the other, unhurried, and then a second figure, smaller, and then the first one sits down somewhere out of my sight line and the second one stops moving and appears to be looking at something on a wall. I stand at the corner for four minutes watching and a third figure appears briefly in the window, even smaller, a child, and crosses the room and disappears.

They tripped over each other running. Loree shrank into the corner, praying he hadn't noticed her. Footsteps came closer. Louder.

Jax said. Panels along the walls slid open with mechanical precision, revealing dark recesses. The recesses hummed. “Run,” Corvin snapped. “Zigzag. Don’t touch the walls.” We sprinted. The first volley of spikes shot out of the recesses a split second later. They weren’t slow. They weren’t hesitant. They were a blur of gleaming metal that ripped through the air where we’d been half a second before. I veered left, then right, trying to make myself as unpredictable as possible. A spike whistled past my ear close enough that I felt the rush of displaced air. Another grazed my sleeve, snagging fabric.

I was cut off from the world. I reached the end of the hallway and rounded the corner toward my left, thinking this was the way to the intake room. Figures rushed by a corridor in front of me, and I froze in my tracks, trying to decipher who or what they were. They moved quickly, but skittishly, and I got the impression they were looking for an exit by their erratic movements.

My heart ham⁠mers, but I push forward, crouching behind a corner⁠. Th‌e⁠ fi⁠rst figure rounds t⁠he bend. He’s tall, br‍oad, moving like he owns eve‌ry inch of this place. My hand finds⁠ the edge of a fallen pipe on the fl‍oor, gripping‌ it li‍ke a l‍i‍feline. The second figure fo⁠llows, slower, d‌istracted. That’s all the opening I n‌eed.

I was confused when he glances at every corner of the place. “Why?” I still asked even though I can sense that there’s something wrong. “Just move” I didn’t have a choice but to move out of the place. I clicked my tongue and secretly looked for something suspicious. I raised a brow when I saw some men in black at the far corner of the room. They didn’t even hide their stares, they are really confident, huh? Tsk. I reached for my sling bag and touch my gun. In case, something happens, I am prepared.

Someone is standing at the corner of the building, half-hidden by shadow. Watching. Listening. And as soon as our eyes meet— they run.

And that doesn’t sound like sex. In my periphery I think I glimpse a flash of movement, but then an identical flash happens on my other side. I start to whip my head back and forth, trying to get a hold of what I saw. Unfortunately I can’t do this and keep my eyes on the path in front of me. I have to choose: look for dangers in my surroundings, or make sure I have an escape route.