Actually, that...description was pretty average for the monsters that infested the institute from what he could tell. That snake, for instance, where a bullet and a knife from Dean had barely slowed it down. Only Gabriel (Sylar, he kept having to correct) had managed to fry it.
After seeing that one room upstairs, during that crazy night with Peter, Sam knew now where they came from, but it was still really weird to think about just because he wasn't used to looking at in terms of something straight out of science fiction. Myth and urban legends, he got. Some psycho piecing together animal experiments just felt a bit out there, as illogical as he knew that was.
He frowned in thought. "And then the night just ended?"
She hadn't said how she'd killed the thing, so that must've been what'd happened. It'd saved his life a couple of times. He still couldn't forget when Dean had nearly slit his throat. God. Yeah, that had been insanely lucky timing. Or, he guessed luck maybe wasn't the right way to put it. The blackouts were far too convenient for it to ever be an accident. What was bizarre was that several of the patients had died—the number had to be around five or six, possibly more now—which could mean only one of two things: either there was a slip up in whatever system was keeping most of them alive, or the institute had some kind of criteria about who got ganked. Given that they had the ability to bring people back, the latter seemed more likely.
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Actually, that...description was pretty average for the monsters that infested the institute from what he could tell. That snake, for instance, where a bullet and a knife from Dean had barely slowed it down. Only Gabriel (Sylar, he kept having to correct) had managed to fry it.
After seeing that one room upstairs, during that crazy night with Peter, Sam knew now where they came from, but it was still really weird to think about just because he wasn't used to looking at in terms of something straight out of science fiction. Myth and urban legends, he got. Some psycho piecing together animal experiments just felt a bit out there, as illogical as he knew that was.
He frowned in thought. "And then the night just ended?"
She hadn't said how she'd killed the thing, so that must've been what'd happened. It'd saved his life a couple of times. He still couldn't forget when Dean had nearly slit his throat. God. Yeah, that had been insanely lucky timing. Or, he guessed luck maybe wasn't the right way to put it. The blackouts were far too convenient for it to ever be an accident. What was bizarre was that several of the patients had died—the number had to be around five or six, possibly more now—which could mean only one of two things: either there was a slip up in whatever system was keeping most of them alive, or the institute had some kind of criteria about who got ganked. Given that they had the ability to bring people back, the latter seemed more likely.
Unsettling as hell, though.