Night 69: West Wing, South Hall 2B

[redcladidealist]

[From here.]

The next hall was as dark as the last one had been, and still silent except for the soft echo of his feet as they hit the floor. Feeling hyper aware of every sound he made, Lloyd tried to soften his footfalls. Just because he'd rather face the unknown than stay locked up didn't mean he wanted to attract attention. Who knew what he might run into? If it was like last night...

He shuddered, remembering the monster with all the hair that had tried to smother Al. It had taken all he'd had just to break Al free, and he'd been armed and in good health then. Armed and able to see. In the condition he was in now, and by himself, he wouldn't stand a chance. It would be a different story if he became a monster-

No! He violently jerked that line of thought to a halt, forcing himself to think about something else. The hall. The darkness. He still couldn't see where he was. Should he go right or left?

His left hand throbbed. He clutched it to his chest.

Okay, right it is.

Walking close enough to the wall to brush it with his shoulder, he found another door. Locked. Again. Just beyond that, though, the hallway turned again. Right or left? Assuming there was a left, but that would require crossing the hall to confirm it, and he was lost enough as it was. Might as well stick to his first decision. He kept his shoulder to the wall and turned right.

Dammit, I wish I could see.

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[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar flashed his light around the corners of the hall once again, making sure that there was nothing nasty lurking about before charging in. His sight first caught on the door labeled "Disciplinary Therapy." Was that where the experiments took place, then?

[fullmetalheart]

Ed frowned at the sign on the door. "I don't want to know what that means, do I?"

Then he gave Scar a sideways look. "Mind letting the guy with the weapon lead?"

[a_sin_for_him]

"It could mean a great many things, here." Lust's eyes flicked to the sign and she frowned slightly. They made everything sound so official, so very scientific and above the board. Was it part of a game, she wondered. Tyrannical megalomaniacs did so love their little games.

"It may be where they do their brainwashing. The sort they do at night." But there were so many reasons they took people, so many things that were done.

"Or it could be a torture room. The official sort, every room's a torture room in this place."

[armoredsoul]

Alphonse paled and swallowed, hearing that. "Let's...let's just not look in there." He didn't want to risk them all getting pulled in for snooping where they shouldn't be.

...well, technically that was what they were doing right now, but he doubted the doctors here would appreciate them poking their noses into that without permission.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar took note of Alphonse's reaction, turning his light away from the room and back down the corridor.

"Then at least we'll know where it is. Just in case." He didn't elaborate any further than that. The thought alone of needing to come up here for any of them made his stomach churn. And Alphonse was the only one with a close enough room where he would realistically be able to know if one of them was taken at the beginning of the night. Scar's mind worked desperately for a solution, but none came. He shook his head. Now was not the time to be distracted by morbid things such as these, difficult as they were to ignore.

He made his way down the hallway. There was only one door- a nurse's station. Whatever might be waiting for them in there wasn't worth their time, be it nothing at all or those twisted creatures he remembered from the buses.

"There's no need," he replied to Edward as an afterthought. Scar took a deep breath, dropping his left shoulder and throwing all of his weight against the door at the hall's end. The lock snapped open, just as it had last night, and he moved through.

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