Prologue: A Whisper in the Darkness

The night had settled like a thick blanket over the forest, smothering the world in an eerie quiet. The only sign of life came from the distant hum of machinery deep within the trees—a low, ominous drone emanating from a solitary building hidden from prying eyes. The biotech research facility stood isolated, its glass and steel facade almost invisible beneath the weight of fog that clung to the surrounding pines. It was a place built to keep secrets, and tonight, it held one more.

Inside, Dr. Rachel Mercer worked alone, her focus absolute as she tapped commands into the sleek interface before her. The glow of the monitors cast sharp shadows across her face, highlighting the exhaustion etched into her features. But fatigue was an old companion, and tonight it was overshadowed by the thrill of discovery, the culmination of years of tireless effort.

Rachel's hands trembled slightly as she unlocked the final sequence of her experiment, a series of complex genetic codes that had consumed her every waking moment. The organism she had created was unlike anything the world had seen—a marvel of bioengineering, capable of altering life in ways previously deemed impossible. But as she gazed at the screen, unease gnawed at the edges of her excitement. There was something about the organism, something that eluded her understanding, as if it held a will of its own.

The facility’s cold, sterile environment did little to soothe her nerves. The soft hum of equipment, once a comforting background noise, now seemed oppressive, closing in on her like a predator stalking its prey. Rachel's fingers hesitated over the keyboard. She had been so careful, so precise, but doubt lingered like a ghost in the back of her mind.

Then, without warning, the hum stopped.

The sudden silence was deafening, unnatural. Rachel froze, her breath catching in her throat. The lights flickered once, twice, then died, plunging the lab into darkness. Panic flared in her chest. She reached for her phone, but it was dead, the screen as black as the room around her.

The air grew heavy, thick with a presence that she could not see but could feel—an oppressive force that seemed to press down on her from all sides. Rachel’s heart pounded in her chest as she fumbled for the emergency lights, her hands shaking uncontrollably. The darkness was complete, suffocating, as if the very shadows had come to life, coiling around her, whispering threats in a language she could not comprehend.

Desperation took hold, and Rachel knew she had to act fast. She scrambled to her desk, searching for the emergency beacon—a last-ditch effort to send out a warning. Her fingers closed around the small device, and with a trembling hand, she activated it. The beacon flashed red, pulsing weakly, the only light in the oppressive void.

She leaned over her desk, scribbling frantic notes in the dim light, her handwriting jagged and uneven. Her mind raced with the knowledge that what she had unleashed was far beyond her control. It was alive, it was aware, and it had her trapped.

A sudden noise—a low, guttural growl—rumbled through the lab. Rachel’s eyes widened in terror as she realized she was no longer alone. She turned slowly, the beacon’s light casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. There, in the periphery of her vision, something moved—a dark, shifting mass that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. It was neither animal nor machine, but something else entirely. Something wrong.

The last thing she saw was the creature’s form solidifying, taking shape from the darkness itself, its eyes glowing with a malevolent intelligence. And then, in an instant, it was upon her.

Rachel’s scream echoed through the empty halls of the facility, cut short as the darkness swallowed her whole. The beacon’s light flickered and died, leaving nothing but silence.

When the lights finally returned, the lab was empty. Dr. Rachel Mercer was gone, her presence erased as if she had never existed. But the cryptic notes she had left behind—scrawled in haste and terror—remained, along with the faint traces of something far more sinister. Something that had no place in the world of the living.

The warning she had managed to send out reached no one. The darkness had claimed its first victim, but it would not be the last.

And in the quiet of the deserted lab, the shadows shifted, whispering secrets that no human was meant to hear.

 

Chapter 1: The First Sign

 The rain fell in sheets, a relentless cascade that blurred the neon lights of the city into a smear of color against the night. Jack Danner sat in the corner of a dimly lit bar, nursing a whiskey that had long since lost its warmth. The place was quiet, save for the occasional clatter of glasses and the murmur of conversations from the few other patrons scattered around. Jack preferred it this way—dim, quiet, unassuming. It mirrored the emptiness he felt inside, a void left by the death of his wife, Emily.

The drink in front of him was his third, or maybe his fourth—he had lost count. The grief was a constant, gnawing ache that refused to let go, no matter how much he tried to drown it. But tonight, something felt different. There was an unease in the pit of his stomach, a restlessness that alcohol couldn't soothe. He hadn't written anything meaningful in months, his career on the verge of collapsing along with his personal life. And he didn't care. Not until now.

His phone buzzed on the bar, the screen lighting up with a notification. Jack glanced at it, expecting another meaningless email or a social media ping. But the message that stared back at him was different—simple, cryptic, and enough to pull him from his stupor.

“Rachel Mercer is missing. They’re covering it up. Dig deeper.”

No name. No number. Just a tip sent from a disposable email account. Jack’s journalist instincts, dulled by months of inaction, flickered to life. Rachel Mercer... The name was familiar, though he couldn't immediately place it. He tapped out a quick search on his phone, and the results brought everything into focus.

Dr. Rachel Mercer, a prominent scientist at NexGen Labs, had been on the cutting edge of genetic research. She had made headlines a year ago with her controversial work on gene editing, hailed as a genius by some and a mad scientist by others. But the more recent articles were sparse, vague mentions of her disappearance, with no official statements from the company or the authorities. The story had slipped through the cracks, unnoticed by most, but not by whoever had sent the message.

Jack’s heart pounded with a mix of curiosity and the thrill of a new lead. The dark fog that had clouded his mind for months began to lift, replaced by the familiar drive to uncover the truth. This wasn't just another story—this was something big, something that could bring him back from the brink. And maybe, just maybe, it was a chance to forget the pain that had been his constant companion since Emily’s death.

He tossed some cash on the bar and stood, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair. The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle, the city now a glistening reflection of itself. As Jack stepped out into the night, he felt a sense of purpose that had been absent for far too long.

The next morning, Jack found himself in front of a modest, two-story house on the outskirts of the city. The Mercer residence was unremarkable, a typical suburban home with a well-kept lawn and a single light glowing in the front window. But as Jack approached, he felt the weight of the story pressing down on him, the sense that this was where it all began.

He rang the doorbell and waited, his breath visible in the cold morning air. A moment later, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged woman with tired eyes and graying hair peered out at him. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, her face drawn with worry.

"Mrs. Mercer?" Jack asked, trying to keep his tone gentle. "My name is Jack Danner. I'm a journalist, and I'm looking into the disappearance of your daughter, Rachel."

Her eyes narrowed, and she tightened her grip on the door, as if contemplating whether to slam it shut or let him in. After a tense moment, she stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. Jack followed her into a small living room, cluttered with family photos and mementos, the remnants of a happier time.

Mrs. Mercer motioned for him to sit, then took a seat across from him. "I don't know what you think you’ll find," she said, her voice tinged with both fear and resignation. "But I don’t have anything to say about Rachel. She was a good girl. A brilliant mind. That’s all there is to it."

Jack leaned forward, sensing the underlying tension in her words. "I know this is difficult, Mrs. Mercer. But I'm trying to help. The official story is that Rachel is missing, but there's more to it, isn't there? Something that NexGen doesn't want anyone to know."

At the mention of NexGen, Mrs. Mercer's eyes darted to the window, as if expecting someone to be watching. Her hands twisted nervously in her lap. "You don't understand," she whispered. "They told us not to talk to anyone. That it would only make things worse."

"Who told you that?" Jack pressed, his pulse quickening.

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please, just leave it alone. They took her. They took my Rachel, and I don't know if I'll ever see her again. But if you keep digging, they'll come for you too. They’ll come for all of us."

Jack felt a chill run down his spine. "Mrs. Mercer, I promise you, I'll do everything I can to find out what happened to Rachel. But I need your help. Anything you can tell me, no matter how small, could make a difference."

For a moment, it seemed like she might open up, but then she shook her head again, more forcefully this time. "You need to go," she said, standing abruptly. "Please, before it's too late."

Jack hesitated, but he knew he had pushed

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.08.2024
ISBN: 978-3-7554-7995-6

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