Trace A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

I tell her Done! Now hurry! She informs me. The needle slips into my skin and I tap a vein watching the luminescent blood fill the gauge. I don't know the precise measurement I will need so I decide to fill the needle all the way. I yank the needle from my arm and feel the small wound heal immediately. As his aura only shows that slight pink color I jab the needle into his heart and push the plunger down with heavy breath. I remove the needle from his chest and toss it across the room.

Andrea had a nightmare dream where she was being trapped on an electric chair. Her skull was cracked open, and there was a scientist who was having an operation on her brain. The place was all black, and she felt a sense of intense fear and panic. Then, she was transmitted, becoming a child, her young self. She didn't know where she was going, but she was running and running, her heart beating so fast due to her excessive running. She ran until she caught her breath and woke up in reality, gasping for air.

**Elizabeth's POV** * My heart was pierced by her from behind and I felt my whole body temperature drop to a minimum while my strength was completely drained. I could clearly feel Jamie pulling the knife out of my heart but was powerless to stop it. A stream of blood shot out of the bloody hole in my chest. It was at least a meter high. Blood splattered on the branch in front of me and dripped from the leaves to my head. Another sharp pain came from the heart.

I looked down, and my heart nearly stopped. Blood. The sight of blood trickling down my thighs made everything suddenly go dark.

The air felt wrong — heavy, charged, like someone was still here. Watching. Waiting. I scanned the room again. Nothing. No movement. No sound. No shadow shifting in the corner. But the blood… It wasn’t pooled. It wasn’t smeared. It wasn’t splattered. It was placed. A single drop. Then another. Then another. Leading to the far wall. I walked toward it, gun raised. The wall looked solid — old wood, peeling paint, nothing unusual. But the blood trail ended right at the baseboard.

I let out a low breath, preparing to return to my patrol. But as my eyes dropped back to the floor, a drop of deep crimson color caught my eyes. Right there on the marble where she had been standing, was a drop of blood. I froze in my tracks, dropping to a bent knee. I reached down, and smeared the fresh liquid with my fingertip. I lifted it to my nose, inhaling deeply.

, his voice echoed as they entered another compartment. One of the men approached a tall stand of glass tube spiraling upwards. Beneath it was a small glass bowl. He slit his wrist open with a sharp knife and placed the dropping blood above the glass vessel. Alex counted exactly twelve drops of blood. Immediately the last count dropped, they exited the room. Alex wondered what the blood symbolized and where it went. His eyes have seen a lot of unspeakable things in one night—things he would never have imagined to be happening. The crowd were gradually diminishing as it was getting to his turn. He traced the spiraling tube with his eyes. The end of the tube stopped at the silhouette of a body

I saw them start to suction the blood to clean the organs and get a better view of the damage. After a few minutes, the door opened, and I saw Alex entering with the basin full of blood, as well as two blood bags. That would only be enough for the beginning. I saw a nurse already connecting the blood, and it began to flow into Sophia's arm. As the blood mixed, the woman's heart began to beat faster, but in a bad way. I used a smaller shadow and removed the access from Sophia's arm and took out the mixed blood, making her heart return to "normal."

I was not able to access his body. Think, dammit; I kept saying to myself. How else would I be able to access his system if not the traditional way. I started thinking in my mind. Mapping out an entrance starting at the heart. As I did, I slowly made my way through the barriers and was able to see the poison coursing through his blood.

I gasp when the knife yanks itself out of my chest and whizzes into the trees. I chase again but each step I take makes me feel dizzy and disoriented. There isn't any scent to follow when I lag behind. It's like trying to track smoke and for a moment, I collapse to the floor from the way energy flows from me like water in a broken pot. I lie on the ground, breathing hard and my chest bleeding. My heart pounds so violently I can hear it in my ears, but only one thought is running through my mind. It's not possible. What I saw right now... That couldn't be Tracy.