Night 62: M51-M60 Hallway

[purgatio]

[M58]

...Had the day passed? He was not even aware of time's passing. If one was to be honest, he did not know if he had been sedated for the course of the day, or in some sort of catatonia. He registered motion, movement, but did not see fit for those things to be his own. The day passed. Continued to pass. And Albedo let himself slip away and thought nothing. Tried to think nothing.

It was perhaps the combination of sounds. The click of the door being unlocked registered as something valid to be aware of. That, and--

That man's voice had taken on a personal note now, something of recognition in the tones. He knew this person now. He knew the appearance to match the voice, the smirks to match the schemes. And he knew--

"'Father of lies', hm? You were very right to call him dramatic, boy."

There was a beat of nothingness, and then somewhere it registered. The man was speaking to him, and what Albedo had said. How trite. A reply of such means when--

Ah. A reply to what Albedo had said last night.

The boy's eyes widened, mind dulling to stillness, and he burrowed deeper under the covers, darkness taking his sight.

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[idolism]

The vampire, having changed into the darkest colors his wardrobe would allow, was quick to leave behind his cell in favor of the exit. Given Landel’s confession, it was difficult not to view everyone around him with added suspicion. His roommate, the prisoners milling in the halls, even some of the staff… they were all people he had regular contact with. And now some of them were infected. On their way to transforming into something else.

It wasn’t that the news had suddenly made Aidou afraid to be around others, but he was bothered by the fact that he hadn’t been able to anticipate such a large infection rate. Had one or two people exhibited flu-like symptoms, fine, he might have easily missed them in the crowd. But Landel made it sound like there might be more than just a handful of cases--which begged the question of how he could’ve failed to sense as much. Landel had said who was infected would become obvious to everybody in a matter of days, but Aidou just wasn’t anybody. How had this snuck up on him? How had he not noticed this was going on?

Not to mention, how had this infection even been passed on in the first place?

Considering that the hospital was capable of manufacturing it’s own version of ex-humans, the idea of it being able to transform people into monsters wasn’t such a stretch. But it was perpetually unnerving to know that Landel’s latest surprise could’ve been passed on anywhere, anytime. Was it in the food? The air? From a more unpredictable source? Or had Landel selected his victims beforehand and targeted them specifically? Aidou didn’t know where to start narrowing the list down.

At least he was relatively confident that he wasn’t sick. It was everyone else he was worried about.

The monster situation would, however, have to wait. First Aidou wanted to get a head start on the vampire situation, and he’d decided during dinner that the first step would be getting in contact with a certain someone, preferably before all the crap hit the fan. It would mean checking in with Sasuke would have to wait until the next day or even later, but he hoped the boy would still be kicking around by then--in whatever state he might be in.

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