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damned_institute2012-05-06 01:06 am
damned_monsters) wrote in damned_institute2012-05-06 01:06 am
Night 63: Beginning of Night
As the bus drivers continued to look at Bus 3's engine, waiting patients could see the last traces of the setting sun's melancholy orange glow as it sank behind the mountains. Just a little further down the road, Landel's Institute peered at them from behind its walls, its exterior reflecting some of the remaining sunlight.
The wind howled, as if sounding a warning in response to the few twinkling stars that had already appeared in the dark sky above. Night was rapidly approaching.
Any light chatter from outside suddenly halted, as if drowned by the wind, and the dark, swaying trees.
Some of the veteran patients would recognize the strange, tight feeling that clung to the air. They had every reason to dread the next few moments. The nurses, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Instead, they stood at the front of their buses and prepared to address everyone about their unexpected delay.
Helpless to stop the natural tides of time, the patients could only watch as darkness fell across the grounds, and the sun winked out of sight. The wind grew louder, until it was split by a piercing scream that echoed from the surrounding trees.
The world rippled, shifted and folded, as if the night had altered the very fabric of reality. At the front of the bus, the nurses collapsed to the floor, bodies twisting and breaking as they transformed. Needles and scalpels tore through their skin and ripped their uniforms. Their skin boiled and their limbs distorted. Screaming and writhing, the nurses could do nothing to end their pain as the humanity in their eyes died.
From further down the road came screeches of predatory birds, while a few large shadows swooped over the parked buses. The grotesque creatures of the night were ready to hunt. The nurses, now deformed monsters themselves, lurched to their feet, their howls more blood-curdling than the wind.
Nightshift had come.
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The wind howled, as if sounding a warning in response to the few twinkling stars that had already appeared in the dark sky above. Night was rapidly approaching.
Any light chatter from outside suddenly halted, as if drowned by the wind, and the dark, swaying trees.
Some of the veteran patients would recognize the strange, tight feeling that clung to the air. They had every reason to dread the next few moments. The nurses, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Instead, they stood at the front of their buses and prepared to address everyone about their unexpected delay.
Helpless to stop the natural tides of time, the patients could only watch as darkness fell across the grounds, and the sun winked out of sight. The wind grew louder, until it was split by a piercing scream that echoed from the surrounding trees.
The world rippled, shifted and folded, as if the night had altered the very fabric of reality. At the front of the bus, the nurses collapsed to the floor, bodies twisting and breaking as they transformed. Needles and scalpels tore through their skin and ripped their uniforms. Their skin boiled and their limbs distorted. Screaming and writhing, the nurses could do nothing to end their pain as the humanity in their eyes died.
From further down the road came screeches of predatory birds, while a few large shadows swooped over the parked buses. The grotesque creatures of the night were ready to hunt. The nurses, now deformed monsters themselves, lurched to their feet, their howls more blood-curdling than the wind.
Nightshift had come.
[ Please refer to this Lounge post before continuing! ]