What Do You Mean You've Never Seen Blade Runner Novels & Stories

When I open my eyes, there’s too much light. One lightsaber of it after another cuts into my vision as they fly over me. People’s heads appear and disappear, unfamiliar faces peer at me worriedly, hands and shoulders clad in identical blue scrubs occasionally block the light. Their mouths keep opening and closing, and I wonder vaguely why I can’t hear them. It feels like I’m watching a movie, and someone has pressed the mute button.

I was able to think of that one thing but nothing comes to mind. Just when I thought my eyes were about to close, he appeared in my line of vision. At least three versions of him, I couldn’t focus on just one face. “They said you were a good fighter but I doubted it,” his voice was sounding like multiple echoes. “You’re good, but not that good.” The last thing I see before everything goes black is something shiny, and silver. A knife! I couldn’t keep my eyes open by the time I identified the object and I just gave up.

"Why still standing here and not executing the task given to you?" Blade asked, watching as the doctor bowed to him. "Am sorry not to have grasped what you meant by mate, as I had come to know. You do not have any mate." The doctor said, he had not planned to say the last sentence, but he wanted to clarify himself.

He continues, “You will be staying here. You belong to us now. And no, you will never go down and be with them. You will always stay up here where I can watch you.” My voice wavers as I ask, “Why do you need to watch me?” Blade scoffs as he pushes off the wall and walks down the hall, expecting me to just follow him as he answers, “You’ve got a lot to learn about our world, pet. It’s more dangerous than you realize.”

And to think that I might not be able to see Blade for awhile due to this stupid prison called the Grimaldi castle. My heart clenched in anguish. I’d promised Blade that I’d be there to meet him. I told him that I wouldn’t run, and I could only think of him imagining the worst when I don’t show up at the given time. He’d be livid. Or disappointed. Or both. Or what if he doesn’t even notice? What if he moves on with his life and like a little fluke, I’d be forgotten by the time he gets in bed with the next woman he meets?

With his smile never leaving his face, he rasped specifically at the secretary, "At long last." He aimed both his pistols at the opponent group and released fire. Deliberately, his aim never landed on Nichols, for obvious reasons. By the time half the men had gone down, he ran out of bullets. His grin just increased strangely, "Words of advice for your next life, never ever choose to use blades alone when you plan to fight born killers. What did you think we were, farm fowls?"

"Use me however you want! I won't say a word until I die." "First of all, Homer," I said. "What did you see? What do you know?" "Nothing!" he replied. "Nothing at all!" "Have you ever heard of creatures called vampires?" "Never," he replied firmly. "I have never heard of them and I never will." I brought the blade down to his forearm and he flinched once the cold steel touched his skin. "I told you not to worry, didn't I?" I smiled. "It's a dull blade."

“What? You’re serious? That’s… wow.” Blade must have noticed me staring because he excused himself from the small group he was with and walked over. “Hey, Maya,” he said with that calm, easy smile of his. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I laughed, still processing. “Not a ghost ,just… news I didn’t expect. You didn’t tell me!” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Didn’t want to make it a big deal. But yeah… it’s true. Selena’s my mate. Second chance,can you believe that?”

They sounded like promises, but in war, promises were fragile things. I turned toward the horizon again, watching the first sliver of sunlight break through the clouds. “I have seen this before,” I murmured. “The start of something that can’t be undone.” Jordan’s voice softened. “Your visions again?” “Pieces,” I admitted. “Flashes of what’s coming. I see fire. I see blood. I see you standing at the center of it.” He was silent for a long time. Then he said, “And Vanessa?” I hesitated. “She’s there too.”

Joe closed the door carefully and in moments, the car had driven away. Blade walked up beside me. “Whew, I never knew you could be this down.” I turned to face him with a flat gaze, “Do you enjoy being alive?” “Very much.” Blade’s expression grew serious. I sighed before turning toward the estate, “Let’s get this over with.”