Chapter 8 : The Transfer and the Trap
Allen completed his incision, the blade parting flesh to reveal something that moved within the opened chest cavity—something that wasn't human anatomy but writhed with independent life.
From deep within Allen's corpse came a sound unlike anything Carl had ever heard—a wet, organic chittering that suggested communication in a l...
2025-08-28 21:26:18 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 7 : The Parasite's Plan
Carl awoke to the harsh glare of the work lights and the cold touch of metal against his skin. He was lying naked on one of the examination tables with leather restraints binding his wrists and ankles. The straps were tight enough to cut off circulation, and his attempts to move only confirmed their effectiveness.
"Ah, you're awake," All...
2025-08-28 21:25:44 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 6 : The Awakening
The approach to Allen's gurney felt different from the others. Each step seemed to require conscious effort, as if the very air around the isolated corpse had thickened into something hostile. Carl's medical bag felt heavier in his hand, and the familiar weight of his instruments provided little comfort.
The smell hit him first—not the typic...
2025-08-28 21:25:08 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 5 : The First Autopsies
The makeshift morgue was a study in improvised functionality. Deputy Davis had done his best with limited resources, hauling in examination tables from the local meat plant and setting up work lights powered by a generator from the mine. The temperature held steady at thirty-six degrees—not ideal, but cold enough to slow decomposition.
Chapter 4 : The Dying Doctor
The Greyhound bus wheezed to a stop at Bailey's modest station, its air brakes hissing like a tired sigh. Dr. Carl Winters gathered his medical bag and small suitcase, moving slowly as he descended the steps.
The journey from his home in the valley had taken about three hours, but it felt like much longer. Everything felt longer these days...
2025-08-28 21:23:39 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 3 : The Call for Help
Trucker's Tavern sat at the crossroads of two forgotten highways, an old building that had seen better decades. The neon Budweiser sign in the window flickered intermittently, casting red shadows across the gravel parking lot.
Sheriff Nate Craven pulled up next to Sheriff Martin's patrol car, noting the tension in his colleague's posture ...
2025-08-28 21:23:03 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 2 : The Discovery and the Hunt
The smell hit Sheriff Nate Craven before he even got out of his patrol car. Death had a particular odor that every law enforcement officer learned to recognize—sweet, cloying and foul that seemed to seep into your clothes and follow you home. But this was different. Sharper. More like the smell of a butcher shop mixed with something seriousl...
2025-08-28 21:22:12 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 1 : The Meteor and the Disappearances
NB : I wrote the Episode : Autopsy from the show Cabinet of Curiosities into a short story. Do watch the episode for a more visual effect. Each episode in it is standalone, so no worries.
The night sky stretched endlessly above the dense canopy of pine and oak, a vast canvas of stars that had witnessed the rise and fall of countle...
2025-08-28 21:21:28 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 63: False Security
The cards felt smooth between Garfield Lynns' fingers as he arranged his hand, a satisfied smirk playing across his face.
The recreation room of the federal minimum security facility was a far cry from Blackgate's concrete hellscape—soft lighting, cushioned chairs, even a decent television mounted on the wall.
The other inmat...
2025-08-28 06:52:48 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 62: Trauma Counselling
The sterile white walls of Gotham General Hospital's burn ward carried the persistent smell of antiseptic and healing flesh. Martin Reeves lay propped up in his hospital bed, gauze covering the worst of the burns on his arms and face. Five weeks had passed since the fire at Sunset Gardens, and while the physical healing was progressing, the hollow loo...
2025-08-26 10:05:47 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 61: The Transfer
Special Agent Jim Crawford straightened his Italian silk tie as he walked through the empty corridors of Blackgate Penitentiary's maximum security wing. At thirty-eight, Crawford had spent fifteen years clawing his way up the federal law enforcement ladder, and he'd learned that ambitious men had to seize opportunities—no matter how distasteful the source...
2025-08-24 14:02:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 60: Swift Justice
Judge Harold Wilson hadn't slept properly in three days. Every shadow seemed to hide watching eyes, every sudden noise made him reach for the panic button installed beneath his desk. He knew The Architect’s reach was spreading through Gotham’s courts, and even though Wilson had never done anything criminal worth noting, the fear still gnawed at him—b...
2025-08-22 05:40:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 59: New Powers, New Message
Alex had turned an old, empty warehouse in Gotham's industrial district into his new lab. The large, open space was ideal for conducting experiments in secret.
Sunlight filtered through cracked windows, illuminating the dust in the air and highlighting the metal items he'd laid out across the concrete floor.
A wrench. Th...
2025-08-20 09:46:45 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 58: The Inferno
Garfield Lynns stood across the street from Sunset Gardens Retirement Home, watching the flames from his earlier work dance behind the windows. He hadn't planned this specifically – he'd been flying over Gotham looking for something, anything, to burn when he'd spotted the retirement home.
The young couple's incineration outside had been an un...
2025-08-19 06:15:43 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 57: Charity Work
(It’s a good day to start a new arc — wishing everyone gets one just as pleasant.)
Martin Reeves adjusted the plastic tablecloth one more time, smoothing out a wrinkle that probably only he could see. The community room at Sunset Gardens Retirement Home was alive with quiet chatter and the soft sound of mugs tapping saucers. Warm afternoo...
2025-08-17 08:05:38 +0000 UTC View Post
Real Name: Garfield Lynns
Affiliation: Independent Arsonist / Occasional Mercenary
Base of Operations: Gotham City
Occupation: Pyromaniac Supercriminal
Abilities and Traits:
Expert Pyrotechnician: Firefly is a professional-level demolitions and incendiary expert, capa...
2025-08-16 10:41:46 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 56: The Ocean of Minds
The elderly woman's body contorted as she slowly pulled herself upright, her neck twisted at an odd angle and the broken vertebrae crunching as she moved. "You know, for someone who claims to be the perfect evolution… you're remarkably stupid."
Grodd's massive head turned slowly, his grip on Alex's throat loosening slightly as confusion...
2025-08-16 10:21:23 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 55: The Bait
The old bus wheezed to a stop at coordinates that didn't exist on any map, its engine ticking in the sudden silence like a dying heartbeat. Alex sat three rows back, watching condensation form patterns on the dirty windows as his fellow passengers stirred restlessly in their seats.
The elderly woman with her knitting had stopped mid-stitch ten minu...
2025-08-14 05:57:06 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 54: The Journey Home
The first thing Alex became aware of was the steady beeping of monitoring equipment—a rhythmic sound that seemed to pull him back from the depths of Emily's mindscape.
"Alex?" Caitlin's voice came from somewhere to his right, filled with relief and concern. "How are you feeling?"
He nodded, eyes on the monitoring station wh...
2025-08-13 06:20:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe neural pathways along the vault walls pulsed faster, their gentle blue glow shifting to warning amber as the massive door began to shake.
Each impact sent tremors through the chamber, but the fortress held—just as Emily's subconscious had designed it to.
Alex watched the child streak upward like a comet of pure, her ...
2025-08-12 13:28:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 52: The Core Vault
Alex took a deep breath and dove.
The water was shockingly cold as he plunged through the flooded room toward the glowing vault door. The emotional fragment had dissolved around him, but he could still feel her presence—a warm current guiding him downward, her trust in him like a beacon in the dark depths.
The fragment in his g...
2025-08-11 08:55:58 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 51: The Weeping Room
Alex pressed himself against the breathing wall, listening to the house reorganize itself around him.
The fragment in his hand pulsed with warmth—a small piece of Emily’s mind that still trusted him enough to stay intact. But somewhere down the winding halls, he sensed the predator moving, its presence creeping in like the faint scent ...
2025-08-10 08:47:48 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 50: Into the Labyrinth
Alex opened his eyes to falling.
Not through air, but through memory itself—fragments of Emily's life rushing past him like shards of broken glass. A childhood bedroom. Laboratory equipment. The images cut at his consciousness as he plummeted through layers of a mind.
He hit the floor hard, but the pain he expected didn’t...
2025-08-08 06:37:27 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 49: Meeting Team Flash
The turbulence over Central City felt different from Gotham’s constant storm clouds—lighter somehow, as if even the sky here had a different rhythm. Alex Thorne shifted in his first-class seat, the manila folder on his tray table spread open like the pieces of a puzzle he hadn’t yet figured out.
Three hours into the flight, he’d gone through ...
Chapter 48: Fusion
(Warning : Mature/Explicit themes ahead. Please skip if you feel uncomfortable)
The clone stood silently for a moment, then smiled with Theo's weathered features. When it spoke, the voice carried a coldness that neither criminal had heard before.
"I'm afraid there's been a slight change of plans, gentlemen." Theo's smile stretched—...
2025-08-05 04:45:57 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 47 : The Great Escape II
The maintenance tunnel stretched ahead, dim and narrow, with emergency lights flickering over damp, stained walls. The clone led Falcone and Maroni deeper into the old treatment plant's underground passages,their footsteps echoing in the tight space.
"This is incredible," Falcone marveled, examining the tunnel's construction. "How long ...
2025-08-04 03:51:37 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 46: The Great Escape I
The clone adjusted his uniform as he moved through Blackgate's dimly lit corridors, his footsteps echoing softly against concrete walls. At 11:15 PM exactly, he approached Cell Block D, where Carmine Falcone and Sal Maroni waited with the anticipation.
"Time to go," the clone whispered, sliding Theo's master key into Falcone's cell lock.<...
2025-08-01 04:38:37 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 45 : Inside the Walls
The clone that had once been Tony Marcelli crouched on the fire escape outside Theo Walton's third-floor apartment, watching through the window as the corrupt guard stumbled drunkenly toward his bedroom.
Theo was alone – his ex-wife had taken the kids and half his pension in the divorce, leaving him with nothing but his Blackgate salary ...
2025-07-30 05:30:01 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 44 : Expanding Influence
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Wayne Enterprises' executive floor as Alex Thorne adjusted his tie, reviewing the psychological profiles spread across his briefcase. Three weeks had passed since the Dollotron incident, and his reputation as Gotham's most effective trauma specialist had grown beyond the academic circles he'd carefully cult...
2025-07-28 08:55:06 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 43: The Ripple
The Gotham University Psychology Department buzzed with unusual energy as Alex arrived for his morning lecture. Students clustered around newspaper stands, their voices mixing excitement with unease.
The headlines screamed variations of the same story: "DOLLOTRON VICTIMS TESTIFY: PROFESSOR PYG'S REIGN OF TERROR EXPOSED."
Alex purchas...
2025-07-27 06:12:09 +0000 UTC View Post