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damned_institute2012-03-26 11:28 pm
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Night 62: F21-F30 Hallway
[Room F21]
A shiver ran up Aigis' spine as she listened to the Head Doctor ramble on in his demented way about old partners and symptoms. Symptoms. Her heart accelerated a few beats then calmed again. This was not normal. She was one of them he spoke of.
Tonight had already been rather dark. Returning to the room to find Ema was no longer here. Once again, Aigis felt her resistance to this place was slowly becoming futile. Eventually they would drag her into that darkness as well, locking her into their delusions or worse. Turn her into a vicious beast that wanted nothing more than to attack and devour the rest of the patient body. That was all she was ever good for; to be bent to the will of her oppressors until she lost herself.
Aigis' initial plan was to remain where she was. If she left for the night, who would know what she would do? What if the Head Doctor decided to push his plan forward instead of waiting for the next day? Others would be in danger...
... Then again, often times others would be in greater danger if she didn't go out and act. Perhaps she could turn this around; use the possibility of her changing to a monster against the monsters already housed here. The only regret would be if they themselves were patients before, but she couldn't afford to think like that. Likely, they were beyond even her help if that had happened.
At last, Aigis gave her stuffed cat plushie one last hug then headed out into the hallway. She hadn't taken but a few steps when a new intercom message filled the halls. She stopped to listen, perplexed by the odd message said in the voice of the I.R.I.S. But then, something altogether strange happened. A series of zeros and ones filled the hallways, completely arresting Aigis' attention. The numbers translated immediately as her gaze ran over them.
Her heart beats sped up another few beats, then slowed again.
[For Aidou]
A shiver ran up Aigis' spine as she listened to the Head Doctor ramble on in his demented way about old partners and symptoms. Symptoms. Her heart accelerated a few beats then calmed again. This was not normal. She was one of them he spoke of.
Tonight had already been rather dark. Returning to the room to find Ema was no longer here. Once again, Aigis felt her resistance to this place was slowly becoming futile. Eventually they would drag her into that darkness as well, locking her into their delusions or worse. Turn her into a vicious beast that wanted nothing more than to attack and devour the rest of the patient body. That was all she was ever good for; to be bent to the will of her oppressors until she lost herself.
Aigis' initial plan was to remain where she was. If she left for the night, who would know what she would do? What if the Head Doctor decided to push his plan forward instead of waiting for the next day? Others would be in danger...
... Then again, often times others would be in greater danger if she didn't go out and act. Perhaps she could turn this around; use the possibility of her changing to a monster against the monsters already housed here. The only regret would be if they themselves were patients before, but she couldn't afford to think like that. Likely, they were beyond even her help if that had happened.
At last, Aigis gave her stuffed cat plushie one last hug then headed out into the hallway. She hadn't taken but a few steps when a new intercom message filled the halls. She stopped to listen, perplexed by the odd message said in the voice of the I.R.I.S. But then, something altogether strange happened. A series of zeros and ones filled the hallways, completely arresting Aigis' attention. The numbers translated immediately as her gaze ran over them.
Her heart beats sped up another few beats, then slowed again.
[For Aidou]
F26
But now wasn't quite the time to dwell on that, was it?
The girl dressed quickly for night. The sweats were traded for the thicker material of the old military uniform: black trousers, the blue top with longer sleeves, the combat boots. With the belt she slipped on those makeshift satchels, the carefully-cut plastic zippered bags from her excursion to the second floor. The beret she considered for a long moment before finally adjusting the position of her ponytail to accommodate the otherwise too-tight band. She knew it would get exceptionally warm wearing a coat indoors, but the thick insulation meant at least some padding between herself and any creature that might attack her this time.
The girl wasn't frightened of being hurt. She simply hated the fatigue that came with healing herself, and the less blood she lost, the better.
A debate between the gardening gloves and the military gloves had her opting for the latter; the former were just too big for her hands. But the former were thick enough that it served as something of a sheath for the smaller of her two kitchen knives, folded into a coat pocket. The larger one she'd just have to carry by hand.
A few other small additions to her pockets: the church key, the weeding claw. Nothing that took too much room.
Flashlight was the last. And when the door finally opened, the girl hesitated on the threshold, taking a breath.
"Please," she murmured, speaking only to herself, "I don't want to forget anything else."
She would not black out tonight. She would not.
With that, she ventured forth into the night.
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