Amidst the rush of footsteps and the hushed tones of patients moving out for the evening, a faint, yet distinct sound of a wood striking tile echoed out of an adjacent hallway.
Clack, clack, clack, clack.
Steady and slow, the sound repeated with the same rhythm, one clack after another, drawing louder with each successive sound. Footsteps. Ones unlike any that should have been sounding through the Institute's dark corridors. Their steady pace and growing volume spoke as if in warning to the hallway. And as slow as they were to arrive, so too was their owner in coming to a stop when he finally stepped into view of the main hallway, taking two more steps before finally halting.
There would have been no mistaking his form as it was, by some measure, human. However the absence of certain features detracted from that assumption. Black holes where eyes once had been stared darkly around the expanse of the hallway as the figure's head, dried and bandaged, turned slowly.
There was something he wanted.
A light broke the darkness just to the side of him. There. That was what he wanted. A dried out hand slowly drew up to grasp the hilt of a sword, and suddenly whatever patience the mummy had had was lost. The blade flew and so did the owner, his attack aiming at the one bearing the light.
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Amidst the rush of footsteps and the hushed tones of patients moving out for the evening, a faint, yet distinct sound of a wood striking tile echoed out of an adjacent hallway.
Clack, clack, clack, clack.
Steady and slow, the sound repeated with the same rhythm, one clack after another, drawing louder with each successive sound. Footsteps. Ones unlike any that should have been sounding through the Institute's dark corridors. Their steady pace and growing volume spoke as if in warning to the hallway. And as slow as they were to arrive, so too was their owner in coming to a stop when he finally stepped into view of the main hallway, taking two more steps before finally halting.
There would have been no mistaking his form as it was, by some measure, human. However the absence of certain features detracted from that assumption. Black holes where eyes once had been stared darkly around the expanse of the hallway as the figure's head, dried and bandaged, turned slowly.
There was something he wanted.
A light broke the darkness just to the side of him. There. That was what he wanted. A dried out hand slowly drew up to grasp the hilt of a sword, and suddenly whatever patience the mummy had had was lost. The blade flew and so did the owner, his attack aiming at the one bearing the light.