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damned_institute2011-10-24 01:29 pm
tightsofmight) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-24 01:29 pm
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Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Did that just happen?
Peter slowed as he entered the safety of the outer hall (safety, really?), turning back to boggle at the door behind him. What - no. No way the cat monsters were that frail. Landel's did not work like that. Nothing was ever that easy here. They didn't get treated, they got tricked. Heart pounding, he checked the hall up and down. Once certain that he was alone, Peter pressed a shaking hand to the wall. Stick.
And it did.
His jaw did drop then. Peter was still for a moment. Switched off his flashlight and tied the pillowcase over his shoulder, then pressed both his hands to the wall. Then his feet. Then up further, rising up and up, then gravity flipped and he was staring down at the floor.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Was that the power the pink had granted him? The limits were off? Peter clung to the ceiling, the pillowcase settled on his stomach as he crawled upside down. His heart was beating. He was afraid. He was going to drop any minute. They were going to take it away. Or what if this was another challenge like the Coliseum? Something worse was in store because of this?
He almost stopped entirely. Then he thought of Jessica.
"No no no, she's gotta - maybe..."
Peter Parker was all but invisible in the pitch black hallway, crawling higher than most flashlights dared to venture as he found the exit.
[To here.]
Did that just happen?
Peter slowed as he entered the safety of the outer hall (safety, really?), turning back to boggle at the door behind him. What - no. No way the cat monsters were that frail. Landel's did not work like that. Nothing was ever that easy here. They didn't get treated, they got tricked. Heart pounding, he checked the hall up and down. Once certain that he was alone, Peter pressed a shaking hand to the wall. Stick.
And it did.
His jaw did drop then. Peter was still for a moment. Switched off his flashlight and tied the pillowcase over his shoulder, then pressed both his hands to the wall. Then his feet. Then up further, rising up and up, then gravity flipped and he was staring down at the floor.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Was that the power the pink had granted him? The limits were off? Peter clung to the ceiling, the pillowcase settled on his stomach as he crawled upside down. His heart was beating. He was afraid. He was going to drop any minute. They were going to take it away. Or what if this was another challenge like the Coliseum? Something worse was in store because of this?
He almost stopped entirely. Then he thought of Jessica.
"No no no, she's gotta - maybe..."
Peter Parker was all but invisible in the pitch black hallway, crawling higher than most flashlights dared to venture as he found the exit.
[To here.]
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The hallway was completely empty when Harvey reached it, which seemed strange. He would have thought that the loud noises and the pink sheen to everything would have sent patients out in swarms.
Well, chances were that he'd run into more people as he got further from his room. Not that Harvey was looking for anyone other than Jones, but there was something unsettling about this place seeming abandoned while the sirens sounded overhead. He suddenly felt like he was in some kind of action movie and he was racing against a clock.
But that was ridiculous.
Just as Harvey was going to take his usual right turn, he heard something from his left-hand side. He turned, confused since he hadn't seen anyone there, and then --
Something clicked forward through the darkness, and the reason he'd missed it was because it was so low to the ground. Its pearl-colored body stood out, but what struck Harvey more than that was the stinger attached to it. It was a scorpion, but not just any scorpion. Like most of the monsters here, it had probably been exposed to some intense steroid treatment.
Harvey could have played the hero and tried to put the thing down, but 1) he didn't have the time and 2) running was clearly the smarter choice here. In the most dignified way possible, the man turned his back to the thing and started jogging down the hall away from it.
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