Tracing A Drop Of Blood Through The Heart Novels & Stories

"No. We just got her back. She is not becoming a centerpiece for your forest." ​"I am already part of it, Killian," I said softly. I looked at the vines winding around the medical monitors. They weren't just touching the equipment; they were mimicking the circuitry. "The iron in my blood is the same iron the roots are seeking. I can feel the water pressure in the pipes as if it were my own blood pressure." ​I reached out and placed my palm against the glass heart. The golden gel surged toward my touch. I didn't feel the sharp agony of the previous transfusion. I felt a deep, cool relief. It was like plunging a feverish limb into a mountain stream.

Photo frames, lamp shades, vases, show pieces and portraits were destroyed. I noticed there was something red on the floor.I moved closer .There was a trail of that red liquid from the living room to the hallway. My heart was thumping against my chest. I couch down to confirm my suspicion . It was blood, it was fresh. My hands were shaking, sweat ran down my back. I stood up straight and followed the trail of the blood, dodging everything in my way. It was like someone dragged something covered in blood .The trail of blood ended in front of my closed bedroom door.With a trembling hand I twisted the knob and pushed open . Fear gripped my heart.

And the droplets were my blood. Not thinking twice, I stabbed the syringe right in the middle of my chest, leaning an inch towards the left where my heart would be, and pressed down on the plunger. When I had emptied out the entire tube, I pulled it out and it automatically fell from my hand as I felt my entire body going numb. The ground was cold and sticky and I could feel the stones digging into my back as blood flowed freely. But at this point, the pain no longer registered in my brain.

“What are you seeing in the cardiac tissue?” I was grateful for the subject change, mainly because I have realized thinking too hard about Naomi’s relationship was making me more anxious than I wanted to admit. “Every blood vessel is completely empty, but the cellular structure is perfect. No damage to the heart muscle, no signs of trauma or disease.” “That should be physiologically impossible. The human circulatory system doesn’t work that way.” “I know. That’s what’s so bizarre about all of this. Normal blood loss would show evidence like pooling, clotting, coagulation patterns, something. But these victims look like they were just… emptied.”

Sizzzzzz. The drone drove the copper wire straight into the petrified heart valve. The needle didn't just pierce; it bored. My quartz heart gave a sudden, violent lurch, the gold static spiking so hard it blinded my internal retinas. I felt the 14-B virus shriek as the copper suture established the first manual ground.

They tried to tie up the points of flow but the whole chest just kept filling with blood. “I need a few doses of Tenormin” “Doctor?” One of the attending subjects stalled. “We need to slow down the bleeding” she explained. At this point, the heart monitor was way beyond normal. A sudden failure of the heart to pump would result in Cardiogenic shock. “ We are going to slightly move the patient to allow us to make an anterolateral thoracotomy incision.” Again they brought the suction tubes to clear away the blood. Then they spotted an unusual deformity that had developed around the heart.

After seven minutes I made it to the stream and begin looking around. After a while I finally found an area that shows signs of someone being there. There was a small trace of blood on the ground. My body tenses knowing she’s hurt as I look around for more clues. I found a set of foot prints that lead back into the woods. I follow them but they turned around leading back towards the stream. She must have taken off the tracer and attached it to something. Then perhaps tossed it into the stream causing it to float down stream. That’s my guess anyway. As long as the tracer is locked around an object it will activate no matter if it’s living or not.

I wondered in my head. My eyes trailed over the room, and I discovered that it followed a long trail. It was faint, but clear enough for me to see wherever it led to. I walked out of the room, a feeling of unease curling in my guts. When I stepped into the hallway, I noticed that the blood I hadn't even noticed earlier on stretched out for a long while. I began to follow the trail, and then my heart skipped several beats, and my jaw tightened as I discovered the trail of blood stopped outside Olivia's door, looking like it had been halfway messily and sleepily cleaned—so no one would find out.

"We're leaving." Damian tilted his head, smiling. "I won't stop you. The game's not over, Alina. Just your turn." As they backed away, Alina clutched the box to her chest. No more illusions. Just truth-and the wreckage it would leave behind. --- Somewhere beneath London - Location Unknown Damian stood before a circular table deep underground, lit only by the soft pulse of red LED light from embedded sensors. Around him, servers hummed like a distant growl.

I took a sharp breath, my gaze sweeping over the room again, before I turned and walked back out. Then I saw it. A trail of blood leading out of the room. My heart pounded harder, the sound echoing in my ears as I followed it. The trail led me through the hallway and I took the stairs two at a time, going out of the building. Then I stepped outside. The rain hit me instantly, it was harder than I expected as I stepped into the night. My eyes were on the ground, searching for red against wet earth, for any sign of where she had gone.