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tightsofmight ([personal profile] tightsofmight) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-10-24 01:29 pm

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.]

[identity profile] full-score.livejournal.com 2011-10-29 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Upon seeing the monster bodies, Claude's expression immediately darkened. The night was still early, and they were still close to the patient blocks. Coupling that with the state of emergency just made Claude suspicious, though it was hard for him to put his finger on why.

It was then that Guy voiced his question, drawing Claude's attention at the same time. That would make a frightening amount of sense, especially if the military felt like they'd lost control of them. "I wouldn't be surprised," he grimly responded. "They're probably more worried about the institute than the people inside it."

Come to think of it, if a lot of captives had gotten their powers back already, how come the building wasn't already torn to shreds? "I wonder if that pink glow is supposed to be some kind of force field," Claude wondered out loud.

Either way, Guy had a point that they needed to find Luke. The redhead would need something to fight with, especially if tonight stayed this crazy. "You're right. Let's go." With that, he quickened his speed and led the way further down the hall.

((To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1186308.html?thread=80960260#t80960260).))