Night 61: Main Hallway, 1-West

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

The main hall was dead quiet as Soma rounded the corner. The last few nights, this place had been bustling with fellow patients; the sudden calm was very nearly unnerving.

Still, she tried to put it out of her mind. Marie didn't sense anything out of the ordinary--yet.

[to here]

Comments

[m-u effects--severe]

[corvus_veritas]

[From here.]

"Before Prescott and Lydia escaped that night, they told those two patients that there's a reason we're here," Byrne continued to explain as the pair moved into the next area. "Renamon warned me that the theory might not be true, but it's still interesting to consider, especially since the rebels themselves said it. We may be here not to be pointlessly tortured by some sick bastard, but for a specific purpose. Something that this world is depending upon us for."

Oh, now he was going to have to explain the whole 'different worlds' thing, wasn't he? Damn. Byrne was feeling that headache from earlier in the day start to come back just thinking about this. Why couldn't this just be a simple matter of 'Landel is bad, stop Landel'? Nooo, it had to be Digimon and people from other worlds and crazy superpowers and unfamiliar politics and all this complicated crap.

Well, at least their journey to the chapel was going well so far. Look, they were already to the stairs almost. Practically halfway there. They could continue walking, Byrne could try his best to finish this explanation...

...but uh, weird. Weren't the stairs over there? Why did they seem so far away all of a sudden... Not to mention, that headache was suddenly getting worse. Much worse. Ow. Byrne stopped walking for a moment and put a hand to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut from the pain. What in the world was this?

And then there was an explosion.

His body jolted at the noise, so painfully loud and unexpected. His heart was racing; his eyes were wide open. The next minute was a blur of incomprehensible feelings. He was no longer himself. Just the shell of a man, watching the fate of another through glass...feeling nothing, yet feeling everything. The air turned cold. He broke out in sweat.

He turned around and saw shadows. Looming over him, staring down at him. Long dagger. Cruel smile. Red eyes. White coat. Blood. Laughter.

Fear.

Like prey in the eyes of its predator, Byrne stared back at the shadows, his face having lost all its color, almost too terrified to move.

They did not wait for him. They began to approach him, so they could swallow him up in their darkness. He came back to himself again, found his feet, himself. Did what any sane man would do. Turned around and bolted.

For the stairs, up to freedom. Away. Run. Now! Before they devour your spirit and all your fighting will have been for nothing!

[Abandoning Badd and fleeing to here.]