Mad Sans 소설 & 이야기

The next day, Madison went to work but is still thinking about the incident yesterday. Madison couldn’t forget about the man she saw who disappeared in a speed of light. It gave her goosebumps all night. “Hey!” “Holly molly! What?” Madison almost skipped a heartbeat because of shock when her doctor gay friend, Charlie, tapped her on the back. “Girl! You got to stop drinking coffee! You don’t look pretty anymore, what’s the stress honey?” “I survive because of coffee. What are you doing here?”

****** "What's nonsense....... have you looked properly or you saying it by yourself....." Mr. Hassan barked at the maid standing in front of him. The maid started shivering at his barking. She said to him something big on which Mr. Hassan getting furious is justified. "Yes sir, I properly checked, miss is not in her room...I searched the whole room, but I didn't find her anywhere....." Poor maid says with bowed head getting scared by Mr. Hassan's anger. It is the first time she finds her master getting that much angry. Because Mr. Hassan by nature is soft-hearted neither does he talks loudly with anyone. While Mrs. Yusra is the one who is good at doing this.

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

Madison went 360 especially with her attitude. Since Madison, unlike before that was loud and lazy but still active and focused, changes into a quiet and unattentive. Gavin always sees her dozing off while sitting or looking blankly at her ceiling or any blank spaces. Sometimes, he would just look for her and find her at the veranda where they drank hot chocolate. He’s so worried that he has to look at her from time to time since he doesn't know what Madison is thinking at those moments.

The next morning Maddie woke up with a shock. For a moment she did not know where she was until she recognized the open doors that led to the balcony and heard the sound of the twittering birds. Eighteen years old, it shot through her and she felt a strange tension in her stomach. Omem had made a special tea for her, which she drank before going to sleep. A mixture of marigold, elderberry, and anise, sealed with a ritual spell. Among other things, it was supposed to help her refresh her mind.

That's when he realized his boys had been trying to get his attention for a while. "Bossman, that's your doctor lady, innit?" asked Ruskie, one of his boys. He had a Camel unfiltered cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His right leg was a prosthetic because it had to be amputated due to a big fight he had two years back. Ruskie was Russian by way of London and had a particular propensity for setting fires to buildings with people in them. He was currently working on the root of the problem with the prison therapist.

"I will buy the sanitary pads for you. Wait here." I nodded and listened as she walked away, leaving me in the restroom. I waited for a minute, then walked out of the restroom. The coast was clear, and neither Clara nor Matt were in sight. I ran down to the tea and herb shop, my eyes taking everything in. "Do you perhabs have a belladonna infusion?" The man looked at me, then nodded. "Of course. We do." I nodded. "I want one, please." He nodded and then started to bring it when he stopped. "You do know it is lethal, am I right?"

It tells people not to fuck with me before I even open my mouth. I pause at the mirror, giving myself a once-over. My reflection stares back, cold and unreadable. My face is stone. No emotion. No softness. But behind my eyes is nothing but chaos. Violence simmers there, coiled and waiting. My mind is painted red, thoughts laced with blood. I reach for my gun and strap it to my waist. Sometimes I wonder what I crave more: pussy or a fresh kill. Both get my heart pumping. Both make me feel alive.

The Cains were dead, but the people who had pulled their strings were still out there, sitting in boardrooms and government offices, waiting for their next dose of immortality. "Madi, wait." Ethan caught her arm at the door. "You’re shaking." "I’m fine." She tried to pull away, but his grip was iron. "You're not fine. You just ripped a core out of your mother’s chest with your bare hands. Look at me." Madison looked. Her eyes were a blinding, lethal silver. The celestial power was surging, seeking an outlet. The lab was starting to hum, the air growing heavy with the scent of ozone and impending disaster.