2025-11-07 23:09:36The storm had cleared, but the city felt heavier, like it knew something no one was saying out loud. In the hospital, Elara’s heartbeat steadied into a quiet rhythm. The machines hummed like they were listening.
Stephen sat in the interrogation room again, wrists free this time, but the tension was worse. Mara stood by the door, dripping from rain, a flash drive clutched in her fist. “You were right,” she said.
He lifted his eyes slowly. “About what?”
“About her. About all of it.”
She set the drive on the table. “I got footage. Elara whispered your name. Right before they sedated her again.”
He froze. “They what?”
“They’re keeping her under intentionally. Some program, Project E-13. They say it’s treatment, but it’s control.”
Stephen’s voice hardened. “You’ve seen her?”
“Not since the night of the accident,” Mara admitted. “But I saw the data. They’re forcing her brain to stay asleep. And you” she exhaled. “You’re the variable they can’t explain.”
He rubbed his hands together slowly. “They’ll never let me near her again.”
Mara sat opposite him. “Then we make them.”
He looked up. “You’re a journalist, not a soldier.”
“Neither are you,” she said. “But you didn’t let her die.”
Stephen leaned back, jaw tight. “You don’t understand. When I touched her that night… something happened. I felt her pulse jump, like it entered me. Since then, it’s never left.”
Mara studied him quietly. “You think you can reach her again?”
He shook his head. “I know I can.”
Outside the room, Dr. Lang watched through the one-way mirror, eyes cold. “Keep them talking,” he murmured to a guard. “He’s revealing more than he realizes.”
The guard hesitated. “Sir, the journalist’s not cleared to”
Lang’s gaze cut him off. “She’s bait. Let her think she’s helping him. By the time she realizes otherwise, she’ll be too deep.”
Back inside, Stephen leaned forward, voice low. “Mara, promise me something.”
“What?”
“If I don’t make it out, you tell her I tried.”
“Don’t start that,” she snapped. “You’re making it out.”
He smiled faintly. “You sound sure.”
“I don’t sound sure,” she said. “I am sure.”
He studied her face, the exhaustion, the fire, the disbelief turned into conviction. “You remind me of someone.”
“Who?”
“My mother,” he said softly. “She used to say the truth hurts more when it’s real.”
Mara blinked. “Was she right?”
He smiled. “Always.”
Lang stepped in suddenly, the room’s air shifting. “Touching,” he said. “A journalist and a criminal bonding over delusions.”
Mara stiffened. “You don’t belong in here.”
Lang ignored her. “Mr. Hale, let’s revisit the night in question. You said you touched Miss Kingsley, yes?”
Stephen met his gaze. “She was bleeding out. I tried to stop it.”
“Using what?”
“My hands.”
Lang nodded. “No tools, no medical kit, yet her pulse stabilized long enough for EMTs to arrive. You expect me to believe that’s coincidence?”
Stephen’s tone sharpened. “Believe what you want. I did what anyone would do.”
Lang’s smile was thin. “You’re not just anyone. You inherited something unusual.”
Mara frowned. “Inherited?”
Lang looked at her. “His grandfather wasn’t a doctor. He was a field medic for a private research unit. He specialized in neural resonance. You know what that means?”
Mara’s eyes narrowed. “Brainwave synchronization.”
Lang nodded. “Exactly. And guess what happens when a dying brain latches onto a living one with matching frequency?”
Stephen’s hands trembled. “You’re saying”
Lang cut in. “You’re linked. Her neural rhythm fused with yours.”
Mara whispered, “That’s why she calls your name.”
Stephen stood, voice breaking. “Then wake her up. Let me fix this.”
Lang’s eyes glinted. “If I do, she might die. If I don’t, she’s stable. Which do you prefer?”
Stephen’s voice dropped to a growl. “You’re not God.”
Lang smirked. “Neither are you. But maybe you think you are.”
He signaled the guards. “Take him back.”
As they dragged Stephen out, Mara stepped into Lang’s path. “You’re experimenting on them, aren’t you?”
Lang smiled. “You wanted a story, Miss Quinn. Congratulations. You’re in one.”
She glared. “You think you can bury this?”
“I already did,” he said softly. “The only question left is whether you’ll stay buried with it.”
He left her standing there, pulse racing, anger twisting into fear. That night, in his cell, Stephen sat motionless. He closed his eyes and listened, for the faint rhythm under the hum of the prison.
Then he heard it: one heartbeat, two, merging in a soft echo. Stephen…
He whispered back, “Elara?”
They’re keeping me… I can’t move…
He pressed his hands to his chest, tears burning. “Hold on. I’m coming.”
They’ll stop you.
“Let them try.”
The lights flickered again. The guard cursed from outside. Stephen stood, his shadow long against the wall. “You’re not alone anymore.”
In her hospital room, Elara’s eyes fluttered beneath her lids. Dr. Harlan, reviewing her vitals, froze. The neural sync pattern was back, stronger, faster, alive. He whispered, “Whoever you are, don’t stop.”
At the same time, Mara drove through the rain, flash drive on the passenger seat, knuckles white on the wheel. Lang’s words looped in her head: You’re in one.
She didn’t know what she was chasing anymore, truth, redemption, or something she couldn’t name. But she knew one thing for sure. Stephen Hale wasn’t crazy. He was connected.
Inside the coma’s darkness, Elara took her first full breath. Her fingers twitched. And far away, Stephen’s heart skipped in perfect rhythm. Two heartbeats, one echo.
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The tunnel widened into an abandoned subway platform, half-flooded and littered with shadows.A broken train car sat derailed at the far end, graffiti covering its rusted sides. Water dripped from the ceiling in slow, rhythmic taps that echoed through the darkness like the ticking of a clock that had forgotten time.Harlan checked the corner with his flashlight. “Looks clear. For now.”Elara leaned against a pillar, her breathing shallow. “How far till we hit the surface?”“Two access ladders up. One’s blocked, the other leads to the river tunnel,” Harlan said.Stephen nodded, scanning the gloom. “We’ll rest a minute, then move.”He turned to Elara, she looked pale, but the faint glow in her skin pulsed steady, synchronized with the flicker in his own pulse. “You’re shaking,” he said.She smiled faintly. “You’d be shaking too if you’d just hacked half the city with your nervous system.”“Fair.”He tried to keep his voice light, but the truth pressed harder with every heartbeat. Whatev
CHAPTER 9 – The Ghost Frequency
The tunnel opened into a forgotten maintenance chamber, a cavern of rusted steel and dripping pipes. The light from Elara’s skin had faded, leaving only the soft amber glow of a dying emergency lamp overhead.Stephen leaned against the wall, catching his breath. His clothes were torn, his knuckles raw. But his eyes were fixed on her like he was afraid to blink and lose her again.“You’re real,” he said quietly.Elara smiled faintly. “You keep saying that.”“Because it keeps surprising me.”She took a slow step closer. “You saved me once. Now it’s my turn.”He frowned. “You think we can save anyone now?”She looked at her hands, the faint traces of light still threading her veins. “Maybe not everyone. But something happened to us back there, Stephen. When we touched.”“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his chest. “Felt like someone plugged me into a lightning storm.”“It wasn’t just a shock.” Her voice trembled. “It was information. I saw things. Memories that weren’t mine.”He met her eyes. “Wh
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The air in the sublevel tasted like rust and silence. Harlan held the flashlight low as they descended the last flight of stairs, the cone of light trembling over pipes and peeling paint.Elara followed, her hospital gown replaced by a maintenance jacket two sizes too big. Her bare feet made no sound on the concrete.Above them, distant boots echoed, Lang’s men sweeping the halls. “Here,” Harlan whispered. He pried open a rusted access door. Beyond it, a narrow tunnel sloped downward into darkness.“This runs under the east wing,” he said. “Connects to an abandoned subway line.”Elara peered inside. “And from there?”“Freedom,” he said, forcing a tight smile.They moved through the tunnel, the flashlight beam catching water dripping from pipes. The sound was rhythmic, steady, too much like a heartbeat.Elara slowed. Harlan turned. “You okay?”She nodded, but her voice was distant. “He’s here.”“Stephen?”She didn’t answer. Her hand brushed the wall, cold, damp concrete, and for a mome
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