Anomaly

Author: Rowen

Chapter 260 – Timeless State [17]

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I was momentarily startled by the voice that suddenly appeared. When I turned to look at Victor, Emily, and Laura, I noticed they still stood tense before the mosaic anomaly—but none of them seemed the least bit surprised by the voice. It was as if I were the only one who had heard it.
A chill ran down my spine, and for a brief moment, I wondered—did it really speak? There was something strangely distinct about that tone, a nuance unlike anything my sisters produced when they communicated with me telepathically. It felt... more vivid.
Instead of hearing actual words, what flooded my mind when I “heard” that voice was pure intuition—if the mosaic anomaly could speak, this was exactly how it would sound.
I sighed, shaking my head to dispel the intrusive thoughts, and turned my gaze back to the anomaly. There were countless questions hammering in my mind, but I decided to start with the most important one—the real reason we came here, searching for it.
(You...) I began, but immediately paused, catching my own words as I tried to organize the jumble of thoughts racing through my mind.
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over us for a moment. Then I continued, each word leaving me carefully, heavy with accusation and disbelief: (Was it you who left Sara... Victor’s sister... in that state? Completely frozen?)
When my voice echoed mentally toward the mosaic anomaly, it—until then focused on Victor, Emily, and Laura—slowly turned its gaze toward me. Strangely, the instant I felt its attention land on me, another shiver ran down my spine.
I knew it didn’t intend to attack me, but for some reason, its presence was still overwhelmingly intense. The mosaic anomaly didn’t answer my question with words—not a single sound escaped its lips.
And yet, its hypnotic movements, the subtle tilt of its head, and somehow that strange, absolute sense of certainty—as if I could read its thoughts—were enough for me to understand, without a doubt, what it meant to convey through every motion, every pause, every silent stare.
My eyes drifted from the anomaly back to Victor for a moment. His gaze, locked on the mosaic entity, was cold and razor-sharp—like invisible blades cutting without mercy. I bit my lip in restrained anger—no blood, no pain, yet a silent fury grew inside me.
One question burned in my mind, impossible to silence: (Why did you do it? Victor... Victor and his sister were just ordinary people... so what exactly are you after?)
The anomaly didn’t respond right away. Instead, its two gleaming, mosaic-covered arms moved gently behind its back, in a motion that seemed almost choreographed.
Then it began to walk—not toward any specific place, but slowly, as if each step were part of a silent ritual. Its face tilted toward the sky, perhaps contemplating the pale moon or the starry veil above. I couldn’t tell; I couldn’t even see its features, its expressions.
When its “words” reached me, they arrived silently—or maybe they weren’t words at all. What I felt, with almost tangible clarity, were its true “intentions” My face remained still, outwardly controlled, but inside I was completely shaken, as though every thought I had were suddenly turned inside out.
(What do you mean, “It was necessary?”) I asked, my voice probably sounding firmer than I intended: (And what does that have to do with me? I wasn’t the one who left Victor’s sister like that!) I’m not sure how my voice sounded to the mosaic anomaly. Angry, probably.
The anomaly shook its head at my words. What exactly did that gesture mean? Honestly, nothing in that moment made sense. Even if it truly was to blame, there was something in the way it “spoke”—in the way it conveyed those silent thoughts—that made me feel an unfair weight pressing down on my shoulders.
Why? I had no memory of ever doing anything to Victor’s sister. In fact, we hadn’t even met before I was captured by the organization. And yet, there I was, consumed by guilt that didn’t belong to me.
Lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t notice the mosaic anomaly’s approach until it was standing directly in front of me—barely inches away. A sudden chill ran through me as I saw it lift its hand toward my forehead.
I blinked, startled by its silent, unexpected closeness, before feeling something soft and warm gently brush against my skin. A shiver ran through me—an odd mix of fear and curiosity—as a faint, lingering warmth spread from the spot it touched.
The anomaly moved its hand in a slow, circular motion. Aside from the touch, I didn’t feel much else, but the action was sudden enough to make me flinch and close my eyes. Its movements were curiously precise; after gliding across my forehead for a few seconds, it pressed lightly.
There was no pain, only a strange sensation—almost like a delicate itch crawling across the point of contact, as though it were awakening something dormant beneath my skin. Then dizziness struck, as if the world around me had lost its balance. My thoughts tangled, confused, as disorientation swept through me.
Images and moments I had never lived began to surface, one after another, flooding my mind unexpectedly. Though unfamiliar, they carried a strange sense of recognition, as if they had always been part of my memories, quietly slipping through the cracks of my consciousness.
Finally, just as my mind felt ready to burst under the weight of it all, the mosaic anomaly lifted its finger from my forehead. Instantly, a searing pain shot through my head—like thousands of burning needles stabbing deep into my brain. It was unbearable; each second dragged my consciousness toward an abyss of agony.
Even as my skull felt on the verge of exploding, out of the corner of my eye I could still see Victor, Emily, and Laura. The three of them watched me with genuine concern—their eyes wide, lips slightly parted—as if they too could somehow feel the pressure crushing my mind.
However, all my attention was fixed on Victor—on the memories of his sister lying in that bed, in a state that could hardly be called alive or dead. For the first time, I felt something strange, a kind of pressure that wasn’t quite fear or sadness—not because of Victor’s sister’s condition itself, but because I was the one who had left her that way.
It had been necessary; I knew that much. With the new memories came the clarity that even now, I didn’t feel guilt. It was something that had to be done—a decision born out of inevitability and purpose—and nothing could change that. Still, a faint unease crept in, a quiet reminder that some actions leave scars, even when reason seems to justify everything.
More than anything, I lifted my eyes toward the mosaic-like anomaly before me. For some inexplicable reason, even without a face, I could feel its expression—a mocking, malicious smile that seemed to pierce straight through me. How did I know it was smiling when it had no face? The answer was simple, and terrifying at the same time: because it was me.
Victor’s hands were clenched with an almost inhuman force, his knuckles white with tension. Fresh blood trickled from the corners of his lips, tracing red lines over pale skin as he stared at the mosaic anomaly. His expression was grim, tense, filled with determination—but for a fleeting moment, that hardness gave way to a hint of concern as his gaze fell upon the
.
Victor didn’t understand what was happening—nor what those two entities were saying to each other. Humans communicate with words, but anomalies don’t follow such rules; they speak in forms, in intent, in a language his mind couldn’t decipher. And that left him restless, vulnerable, constantly on edge.
“She’s going to be okay, right?” Laura murmured beside him, her voice trembling with fear and anxiety.
“I... I’m not sure” Emily replied, confusion thick in her tone: “Interactions between anomalies and rare phenomena are unpredictable. Most of the time, they either cancel each other out or completely ignore one another. Seeing two anomalies interact like this... I’ve never witnessed that before. I don’t even know if conceptual virtues apply here, since, technically, they share a common origin. It’s... complicated”
As she spoke, Emily took a few cautious steps forward, positioning herself next to Victor. Then her voice grew firm, though it carried a deeper meaning: “Are you sure about this, Victor?”
Slowly turning his gaze toward her, Victor stared for a few seconds, as if trying to read every nuance of her expression. Emily met his look head-on—steady, curious, unflinching. For a moment, the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them caught in that silent tension.
Then Victor looked away, eyes fixed ahead, his fists tightening even further. A storm of thoughts and emotions surged through his mind—each more chaotic and intense than the last—making it nearly impossible to contain the turmoil within.
“What choice do I have?” Victor muttered, his voice laced with melancholy and self-loathing: “I’m just a human... what harm could I possibly do against an anomaly?” He drew a shaky breath, hesitating before continuing: “Not to mention...” The words caught in his throat. His eyes shifted from Emily to Laura, heavy with guilt and dread: “The
is right. One wrong move, and you two could die as well. I didn’t bring you here to get yourselves killed. I could never forgive myself for putting you in danger... because of me”
Hearing his words, Emily and Laura exchanged a quick glance before both shrugged, as if sharing an unspoken thought. It was Laura who broke the tension first.
“I appreciate the concern, but we’re scientists” she said with a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood: “For us, nothing matters more than the data—and the knowledge—we can extract from anomalies. It’s kind of ironic, considering I’m terrified of most of them...” She let out a short, nervous laugh: “But if I ever have to die, I’d rather it be at the hands of an anomaly with a truly remarkable ability. Wouldn’t that be a worthy end?”
Victor blinked, caught off guard, before turning to her with disbelief written all over his face. Laura, however, remained composed, almost indifferent, as if Victor’s reaction was little more than background noise.
When he turned toward Emily, all he caught was her sideways glance—studying him with curiosity—before she shrugged and flashed a faint, teasing smile.
“What?” Laura asked, raising a brow: “Almost every scientist in the organization thinks like that. In the end, wouldn’t you rather die with a few more answers to your questions than go without knowing even one percent more about them?”
Victor didn’t know what to say. For a moment, it felt like every word had vanished from his mind, leaving behind only a thick, uneasy silence.
In the end, what came out sounded more like an insult than anything else. And yet, strangely, he didn’t feel entirely wrong: “You two... have lost your minds?” he said, voice trembling with disbelief—a mix of restrained anger and genuine shock.
At that, Emily let out an ironic chuckle—the kind that blended mockery and disbelief: “You think we’re the crazy ones?” Laura asked, raising an eyebrow as her gaze drifted toward the two anomalies ahead.
She paused for a second, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she added: “I find it even crazier that there are people out there willing to do fieldwork for nothing more than a slightly above-average paycheck”
When Emily spoke, Victor couldn’t shake the feeling that her words were aimed directly at him. And the worst part? He couldn’t deny them. It wasn’t like he had joined the organization just for the money—but pretending that wasn’t one of the reasons would’ve been lying to himself.
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