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damned_institute2011-11-16 02:54 pm
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Night 59: Experimental Treatments Laboratory
[from here]
The clanging grew louder as Raph silently pushed open the door. Inside, another empty room, rows of beds. But the smell was different, not just blood and antiseptic, but a musty, rotten smell sweet with infection. It was enough to make Raph think twice about his little "rescue mission".
What did that Sangamon guy say about monsters? So far all he'd seen were giant roaches and the mangled corpses of things. Couldn't be all bad, right? He's fought things a million times bigger and uglier than that. And let's face it, it'd be downright therapeutic to put the smack-down on some monster scum right about now. Butt kickin' therapy was always his favorite way of dealing with things, and the longer he searched for his brothers, the more he just needed something to beat.
Still, much as he'd hate to admit it, the place was giving him the creeps.
Ignoring the crawling sensation as the little hairs stood up on the back of his neck, Raph grit his teeth and pushed forward anyway, the banging growing louder as he neared yet another closed door.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The moment Raph touched the door handle, it stopped. He let out a shaky breath, but couldn't help grinning. Was this seriously freaking him out? Come on. It was starting to feel like he'd been sucked into one of Mikey's bad B-movies around here. Next thing he knew that door would bust open and he'd get attacked by the mummy's ghost or some shit.
Wait, that made him the chick, didn't it? The chick always died like that. Great.
Well, the door was locked anyway, so he guessed he ruined most of the dramatic effect. He didn't think he had it in him to pull off one of those blood-curdling screams anyways. Now fumbling through his pockets with those awkward five-fingered hands was starting to bother him more than anything.
Eventually he managed to fish out the pair of dissecting needles he used for lock picks and went to work jimmying open the door. A soft rustle of movement was the only hint to what was waiting on the other side.
Whatever it was, Raph was definitely not afraid.
The clanging grew louder as Raph silently pushed open the door. Inside, another empty room, rows of beds. But the smell was different, not just blood and antiseptic, but a musty, rotten smell sweet with infection. It was enough to make Raph think twice about his little "rescue mission".
What did that Sangamon guy say about monsters? So far all he'd seen were giant roaches and the mangled corpses of things. Couldn't be all bad, right? He's fought things a million times bigger and uglier than that. And let's face it, it'd be downright therapeutic to put the smack-down on some monster scum right about now. Butt kickin' therapy was always his favorite way of dealing with things, and the longer he searched for his brothers, the more he just needed something to beat.
Still, much as he'd hate to admit it, the place was giving him the creeps.
Ignoring the crawling sensation as the little hairs stood up on the back of his neck, Raph grit his teeth and pushed forward anyway, the banging growing louder as he neared yet another closed door.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The moment Raph touched the door handle, it stopped. He let out a shaky breath, but couldn't help grinning. Was this seriously freaking him out? Come on. It was starting to feel like he'd been sucked into one of Mikey's bad B-movies around here. Next thing he knew that door would bust open and he'd get attacked by the mummy's ghost or some shit.
Wait, that made him the chick, didn't it? The chick always died like that. Great.
Well, the door was locked anyway, so he guessed he ruined most of the dramatic effect. He didn't think he had it in him to pull off one of those blood-curdling screams anyways. Now fumbling through his pockets with those awkward five-fingered hands was starting to bother him more than anything.
Eventually he managed to fish out the pair of dissecting needles he used for lock picks and went to work jimmying open the door. A soft rustle of movement was the only hint to what was waiting on the other side.
Whatever it was, Raph was definitely not afraid.