Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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[Coming from here.]


Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was there. He paused, debating on whether it was worth the effort of searching out, or leaving it to others while he and Renji kept heading for the stairs. He could see them from here, the door illuminated by his witchlight just off to his right.

He waited for Renji to join him, figuring the Shinigami would want a say.

"There are things moving in the shadows," he murmured to the redhead as the male moved out from the corridor behind him. Daemon didn't look at all disturbed by this statement, floating a few inches above the ground with a relaxed grace that was utterly foreign for their situation. Looking almost bored, he studied his black-tinted nails with a sleepy, hooded gaze.

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[monkeyboy]

"But..." Goku looked behind him to find Spock, a conflicted frown darkening his usually peaceful, albeit vacant, face. The boy's hands gripped his stiff tightly as he worried the painted wood awkwardly.

"I dunno what ta do," he confessed. His big black eyes went back to the injured monster on the floor. It flailed without any kind of plan or destination. All it knew was that it needed to get away from the pain.

It probably sounded very unusual from a boy who lived only to fight, but this wasn't a fight any longer. Goku appreciated a fair fight and this was no longer one. The creature couldn't even get back on its feet, let alone defend itself. Killing here wasn't necessary. It had lost, there was no reason to continue, but it didn't feel right to leave. He had never experienced pain like this. Was it treatable? Shouldn't it be able to walk it off like most of his opponents and run for cover?

"It keeps crying..." And Goku wasn't sure what to do.

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Spock crouched down beside Goku, examining the wounded creature. As he suspected, it was too wounded to move much. He hadn't intended to deliver such painful injuries, but the Vulcan hadn't realized the full extent of his returned strength until it was too late. It had been a careless mistake.

The boy was understandably unsettled by the creature's suffering. Despite his violent problem-solving methods, Goku was still apparently capable of respecting life. That was not a weakness, but when clouded by emotions it could bring a person to prolong unnecessary suffering.

"It is in pain," Spock agreed, his voice calm and even. "If you leave, I will see to it."

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[monkeyboy]

"See to it?" Goku wasn't sure what that implied exactly. Spock was smart, though. A lot smarter than him. The monkey boy's expertise lay only in eating and fighting. This was neither one of those things. If the strange, pointy-eared man said to leave it up to him, Goku saw no reason to say no. He'd fix the problem the right way!

After one last look at the poor creature, the young boy turned around and waddled off, away from Spock and the corpses that had fallen all around them. He bid his friend farewell with a "Peace!" and quickly scooted down the hallway on little bare legs, his tail twitching back and forth without a care.

It wasn't long before his voice could be heard howling and beating at some new and unlucky monster that landed between him and his destination.

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Spock returned the goodbye with a small nod and watched Goku disappear further down the hallway. Once the boy was out of sight, he returned his attention to the injured creature. In all likelihood, it would suffer here until either another life form devoured it, a patient decided to kill it, or the military disposed of it once the night ended. It was unfortunate, but Spock knew what needed to be done.

Although he would have liked to have been more familiar with the creature's anatomy in order to better provide for a painless death, Spock would, unfortunately, have to make his best estimate. He set down his equipment. Mouth faintly tightening, Spock reached down with pale hands and held the crying being in place. Then, with a swift movement and a faint crunch, he twisted its neck. It grew silent and fell still.

He waited a moment to make certain it had breathed its last.

When he was satisfied that the creature was no longer suffering, Spock reached for his equipment and stood. With the current danger, remaining in place any longer could prove dangerous -- not just for himself, but for the crew waiting for him.

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