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Chapter 41 - Rapture Protocol
The hospital lights buzzed with static. Dr. Rautenbach’s office smelled like antiseptic and sweat. He stood alone in the dark, staring at a terminal embedded in the wall, its interface glowing with a faint green hue. His hand trembled slightly as he slid an old keycard through the reader.ACCESS GRANTED: LEVEL OMEGAA digital prompt blinked: Activate RAPTURE Protocol? Y/NHe hesitated.Outside, thunder cracked like bone. The hospital's power grid wavered under the storm. Somewhere below, alarms were already screaming, equipment failing, the hum deepening.Rautenbach wiped his forehead and pressed Y.A hollow chime echoed through the walls. Somewhere deep in the hospital’s forgotten wings, gears began turning, doors locked, lights dimmed to red, and in every speaker embedded in every ward, a tone began to play.Not a song, but a low, pulsing, spiral-coded sequence.Rautenbach whispered, “God forgive me.”But the system didn’t need forgiveness. It needed silence.Siya felt it immediatel
Chapter 40 - The Sprial Seed
The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It soaked the bones of the hospital, whispering through cracked windows and dripping into the endless corridors like a countdown. Siya sat alone in her flat, staring at the files Khumalo had smuggled out of the burned-out archive. The hard drive hummed on the desk beside her. It sounded too much like Asanda’s lullaby.She hadn’t slept much, not since the last feedback incident, not since watching Marks bleed from his ears, whispering her sister’s name with his eyes rolled back and vacant.She scrolled past another set of corrupted logs. Names she didn’t recognize. Test groups. Frequencies. Audio trials. Her own pulse quickened as a familiar word flickered across the screen: Cohort Omega: Auditory Seeding (Infant), Subject S. Ndlovu.”She froze. The document was dated 2000. She highlighted the name again: Subject S. Ndlovu.Her breath snagged in her throat. She clicked it. The file opened into an encrypted video window. A flickering scene emerge
Chapter 39 - Spiral With No End
Marks lay slumped against the wall, breath rattling like gravel in his throat. Siya held him there, feeling the tremors in his chest ease to a shudder. She wiped the blood from under his nose with her sleeve, her own hands shaking worse than his.He opened one eye, unfocused. “Still here?” he croaked.“You scared the hell out of me,” Siya said, voice rough. “You’re not dying today, you stubborn bastard.”Marks coughed, a raw, tearing sound. He pressed the heel of his palm to his temple. “What… what the hell was that, Siya?”She looked past him, at the blank monitor. Her own reflection stared back in the dead glass, wide eyes, hair matted to her forehead with sweat.“That wasn’t just an echo,” she said. “It’s feeding back on us, on you and pulling something out.”Marks tried to push himself upright but winced. Siya hooked her arm under his shoulder and braced him until he was sitting up, back against the cabinet.She forced herself to focus, to do what she did best, gather evidence eve
Chapter 38 - Feedback Victim
The recording lab was the only place left in Groote Schuur that still felt like it had walls thick enough to keep the Spiral’s hum out. Or so Siya told herself as she sat hunched at the terminal, headphones half-off, eyes red-rimmed and dry.Marks was pacing behind her, arms folded, boots tapping a restless beat. He hadn’t said much since they’d hauled the old reels out of the Black Room. His skin still looked too pale, like the hum down there had leeched something out of him.“I don’t like it,” he said, for the third time in ten minutes. “Running that old tape through the system. It’s the same pattern that screwed our forensics guys.”Siya didn’t look back. “I know. That’s why we isolate it first. We need to know what they buried and why it’s stronger now.”Marks stopped pacing. She could feel him watching her, she’d come to know that silence well. It wasn’t the silence of someone calm. It was the silence of someone standing on the edge, waiting for the ground to crumble.She pressed
Chapter 37 - Lost Footage
The old AV room smelled like burnt dust and stale air. Siya stood with her arms crossed, watching the projector stutter to life. The machine looked ancient, a relic from the era when everything about Groote Schuur had been hush-hush behind padlocked doors and redacted folders.Marks hunched over the reels, his hands steady despite the tremor that had crept in since they’d come back from the psychiatric wing. He threaded the brittle film through the projector’s teeth, squinting in the dim light.“Tell me again why we’re digging through thirty-year-old reels,” he muttered, voice dry but tight.“Because Rautenbach’s private archive didn’t just keep written files,” Siya said, her voice low. “He logged everything and the tapes he hid weren’t just records. Some of them were experiments they didn’t want anyone to see.”She flicked the wall switch. The overhead fluorescents died with a soft snap, plunging them into shadow. The projector threw its beam onto the cracked pull-down screen, flicke
Chapter 36 - Between Frequencies
The rain hadn’t stopped by the time Siya and Marks pulled back into the Groote Schuur staff lot. The storm washed the world in cold neon. Every streetlight haloed in the downpour. Somewhere high in the wards above them, an emergency siren warbled on and off, but down here, the annex waited quiet as a grave.Siya stepped out into ankle-deep water. She could feel the vibration under her boots, the hum that hadn’t left her since they’d heard the boy at the Listening Post. The same note. The same spiral in her head. She wondered if it would ever stop.Marks fell into step beside her, shotgun hidden under his coat, shoulders hunched against the wind. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. The truth sat between them like a living thing: the hospital wasn’t just infected by the Spiral, it was the Spiral and Asanda’s voice was its pulse.They slipped through a side entrance near the old psychiatric wing, dark now, flooded in parts from the broken windows and leaky pipes. Each footstep ec
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