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damned_institute2012-05-20 04:09 pm
damned_intercom) wrote in damned_institute2012-05-20 04:09 pm
Night 63: Entry Room
Quiet static filtered through the intercom as the door to the Entry Room was pushed open. The area was almost completely dark, save for the flickering beam spilling from the lone, abandoned flashlight on the floor.
If that wasn't enough to put any entering patients on edge, the crimson puddle smeared across the flashlight's path likely was. The source of the blood soon became obvious: two still corpses lay sprawled next to each other. One was Daemon Sadi -- or, rather, what was left of him. Although his face was still recognizable enough, one of his arms was missing, and his chest looked as those some creature had reached in and ripped his heart out.
The other mangled body was trickier to place, as the poor person's flesh was twisted and bloated beyond recognition in some places, not unlike the way some of the nurses had transformed on the buses.
Closer inspection would reveal the face of a man in his final moments. Some would even see the distinct tattoos and recognize him as Abarai Renji. More unnerving was the abandoned, bloodied knife resting next to the former man's corpse, his belly having been gouged open for some unknown purpose. A trail of scarlet footsteps led away from the scene before abruptly disappearing at the northern door.
Did a similar fate await the unfortunate one who had stumbled across this bloodbath?
If that wasn't enough to put any entering patients on edge, the crimson puddle smeared across the flashlight's path likely was. The source of the blood soon became obvious: two still corpses lay sprawled next to each other. One was Daemon Sadi -- or, rather, what was left of him. Although his face was still recognizable enough, one of his arms was missing, and his chest looked as those some creature had reached in and ripped his heart out.
The other mangled body was trickier to place, as the poor person's flesh was twisted and bloated beyond recognition in some places, not unlike the way some of the nurses had transformed on the buses.
Closer inspection would reveal the face of a man in his final moments. Some would even see the distinct tattoos and recognize him as Abarai Renji. More unnerving was the abandoned, bloodied knife resting next to the former man's corpse, his belly having been gouged open for some unknown purpose. A trail of scarlet footsteps led away from the scene before abruptly disappearing at the northern door.
Did a similar fate await the unfortunate one who had stumbled across this bloodbath?
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It was a relief to be indoors. There were monsters here, too, but Maya could at least depend on the lack of open-space—the openness instilled in her a defenseless quality she disliked. Failing that, they'd at least taken shelter from the winged creatures in the air—
—and into whatever this was. The last time she'd witnessed such a scene had been bad enough, but that situation had been abstract enough that she could rationalize to herself that that bloody hallway had not been littered with the blood or innards of people. Whatever had caused this scene in the entry room had not been so thorough.
Maya stepped cautiously inside, looking over the bodies. Human bodies left such...messes. "Brook, I'm stepping outside," she said as she headed for the door into the rest of the asylum.
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Having a rook overhead was a lovely thing. No more birds could get at them now, at least not of the same size. He hoped there weren't any smaller versions of them.
Or he was hoping when his attention fell to the scene in the room. Brook didn't have the words for what he saw, knowing all too well the aftermath of a battle. They must have been patients... he reasoned quietly, passing eyes over the two forms that seemed to have been human. He could only wonder if one of them had been brainwashed when this had happened. They hadn't been on the buses, that was for sure. The blood was fresh, but not completely so.
And it bothered him that he knew that much.
"Y-yes, that's fine..." he allowed for Maya to do what she would, lingering just a bit in the room with his thoughts. He'd been through enough that this shouldn't have bothered him, lived long enough, but every time he couldn't help the memories and had to, if only in some small way, pay respects to the dead. A slow tune started carrying in the air, hummed through Brook's lips as he passed.
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