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Night 66: M11-M20 Hallway

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When the doors unlocked throughout the hallways, Facilier was more than ready to begin his exploration of the institute once Rock Lee arrived as planned. However, he wasn't so eagerly prepared for what could happen with his roommate Hakkai...

The Bokor gathered his things in silence so tense that it nearly solidified the air surrounding him. He constantly kept his eye fixated on his roommate, ever watching for any change emerging from the corner of his suspicious vision. Meanwhile, Facilier's Shadow remained inconspicuously natural, yet he could feel its energy tingling as it was ready to leap into action at the slightest sign of danger towards its master.

Thoughts of killing off his roommate now before anything happened did cross Facilier's mind -- if not dozens of times by now! But he dared not dirty his hands unless it was absolutely necessary. It didn't help that Rock Lee was sure to show up any moment now either; Facilier couldn't trust the boy to remain silent about finding Hakkai's untransformed dead body in his room. He would just have to deal with this unbearable tension until he could exit to the hallway or fight once things became dire.

For now, Facilier took out his costume cane from his closet and leaned it against his desk close to where he rested his hand. Keeping Hakkai within his sight, Facilier sat down to eat the rest of his dinner, his finger constantly twitching towards the handle of his cane as he waited.

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Facilier's Shadow was wiggling its tail with delight as it bit down on its target, sending blood spurting out from Hakkai's physical arm. It wasn't left alone for long though, as it detected the approach of more vines. The Shadow released Hakkai and hissed at the attacking weeds. When one of the leafy tendrils grabbed its tail, the Shadow reacted with a vicious bite, digging its fangs into the vine before furiously shaking its head side to side to rip it apart. The Shadow snake's movement became even more turbulent as it felt more vines grab it and within seconds it was just an angry ball of fangs, tail, vines and hissing.

The Bokor cringed from the attack going on above but remained tucked away inside his closet. All his focus was narrowed down on Lee's attack and he nearly gave out a whoop of triumph when the shinobi successfully stabbed Hakkai with the glass shards. "Yes, Lee!" Facilier vindictively thought to himself, his hands balled up into fists as he watched the bloody scene unfold before him. "Kill him! Do the dirty work for me! KILL HIM!"

Lee grappled with the clawed hands trying to yank at his make-shift knife. The claws dug deep into the flesh of his exposed arm and Lee gritted his teeth against a yell threatening to escape him. He thought to yank free of the grip, but with his other arm still in a sling and virtually useless he had no other way of breaking free. Those claws were going to tears his arm to shreds! Unless...

"Oi!" Lee cried out loudly, trying to get the attention of his opponent. Whether he received it or not was immaterial, but it was worth a shot.

Not having time to wait to be sure he got the reaction he wanted, Lee reared back and smashed his forehead forward, trying to headbutt Hakkai's face. He had always been told he was head-strong and hard-headed. Time to put those insults to the ultimate test.

[ooc: Feel free to poke me if you need me to change anything o/]

Hakkai was focused enough on trying to yank the piece of glass, now slick with his own blood, out of his abdomen, that he didn't have time to properly dodge that headbutt. It caught him full-on, and there was an audible crack as his nose broke and pain flared across his vision. As it faded, it took with it the last vestiges of his control over his rage with it.

He hissed, a weird, feral sound, and grabbed the shard with the full force of his grip, shattering it. If he couldn't free it, the boy wouldn't have it as a weapon either. The vines, responding to his shift in temperament, started lashing out more aggressively - but they weren't dodging as well, either.

[OOC: Feel free to break more than just his nose - the pain might be enough to push him unconscious at this point]

Edited 2012-10-16 14:33 (UTC)

Facilier took a worried step backward at the sound of Hakkai's beastly snarl, bracing himself against the flying pieces of the shattered glass. The possessed boy was had begun to lash out in the midst of his death throes and the vines which originated from him grew increasingly erratic as each bloody second passed. Facilier couldn't fathom the full extent of Hakkai's abilities, but he knew full well that this had to end now.

"LEE! Take Hakkai out NOW before he goes completely berserk!" Facilier shouted, "He could kill us all if we don't stop him!"

While Facilier called out his warning, his Shadow had become swallowed up by the mass of twitching weeds. Almost every part of its snake body had been tangled and knotted up, rendering both it and Facilier painfully curled in on themselves and unable to move. For a moment it seemed the Shadow had lost the fight against the enraged vines, but it had another trick up its sleeves (or in this case scales). The serpentine Shadow curled up once more into a quivering ball -- then exploded back into its human form! The sudden growth and addition of limbs proved to be too much for most of the vines, snapping and tearing them apart in the Shadow's flourishing transformation.

Edited 2012-10-17 02:07 (UTC)

Glass splintered in Lee's hand and he hissed in pain as several pieces lodges into his palms, cutting even deeper. The shadows were going crazy and Facilier was egging him on. 'Completely berserk' brought forth images of some bad memories particularly of Gaara of the Sand, the fight in the semi-finals...

Lee couldn't have that. As a fighter it was his duty to protect everyone else, even with his injuries. He couldn't use his free hand now, but he wasn't out of ammo yet! Feeding another chakra burst into his legs, Lee jumped and slammed both feet into Hakkai's chest. His goal was to land double damage with both the assault on Hakkai's ribs and possibly throwing him back to smash his head against the wall.

The power from the blow also threw Lee across the room where he slammed into the wall again, crying out when he heard and felt his shoulder crack. Pain throbbed through his head and back, intense and aching.

The destruction of his shadow-vines was immensely painful, like the nerves in his body were being flayed. The ones still on him writhed wildly, blood welling up from some of them as if they'd sliced into his own skin.

It was enough of a distraction that he didn't have time to try and turn the kick to his advantage. He could feel ribs crack under the force of the blow, and it sent him flying up against the wall, cracking his head, hard. His vision went black with the blow - and then consciousness went with it. He slumped to the floor, his own blood soaking through his clothes.

When it seemed like the raging storm of violence would never end in that all-too-small room, everything came to a deafening stop all at once with little warning. The Shadow succeeded in freeing itself from the vines while Lee had landed the final blow on Hakkai. The silence between the fighting and its aftermath left Facilier's frightened consciousness suspended in a timeless sense of peace, then brought him crashing back down into reality as Rock Lee was thrown across the room.

"No, no, NO!" Facilier gave out a strained gasp of horror as he watched Lee collapse to the floor after smashing into the wall a second time. He gripped into his hair and shook his head at the pitiful sight before rushing in to the fallen shinobi. "Merde!" His little toy solider couldn't be broken already! He still needed his fighting prowess if he was going survive and finish off his deal with Landel! He was too good to be done now!

Fitting his top hat back on, Facilier glared over his shoulder at Hakkai's prone form, his violet eyes scanning for any signs of life. Hakkai had to be dead from all that damage! Nothing should survive all that kicking and stabbing and ripping and tearing! And if he was somehow still alive, all that blood loss was sure to finish him off! Still, the Bokor could barely fight the anxious urge to make sure that the job had been done. He took a step towards Hakkai, but a groan from Lee caused Facilier to pause. He could either risk getting them killed by a still-living Hakkai or get out now and make sure that his minion survived to help him for more nights to come. To Facilier's business-orientated mind, the latter option was the most beneficial to his success.

Shooting one last grimace at Hakkai, Facilier gathered his cane and flashlight before turning around to help Lee. "C'mon boy! We need to get outta here!" Facilier carefully helped Lee up to his feet while his dark doppelganger gently supported the boy up by his shadow. Wasting no more time in the bloody room, the Bokor and his Shadow walked Lee out into the hallway, leaving Hakkai behind.

Lee very nearly lost consciousness. Even with all the adrenaline shooting through his body, his eyelids felt heavy and he had to fight to keep from slipping. For a brief moment, Lee realized he probably had a concussion. He shouldn't sleep, then. He really shouldn't even though that sounded like the best idea in the world right now.

Facilier's call and a hand on his arm, pulling, reawakened Lee's shinobi instincts and he scrambled to his feet. Still a little out of it, Lee stumbled along with the person pulling him. Persons. There was someone else helping him but he couldn't see them, just feel a second pair of hands supporting him on one side. Very strange.... Yes, he must definitely have a concussion.

Lee at least had the presence of mind to knock the flashlight he had left in the doorway with his foot out into the hall so he wouldn't leave it. Or perhaps his foot just found it on accident. He wasn't really sure anymore, to be quite honest.

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The room was a disaster. Gren could tell that before he even turned on the flashlight. He had no idea what had happened--were these rooms no longer safe at all?--and only after a second sweep with his flashlight did he notice the slumped figure in the midst of it all.

"Hakkai?" There was blood... and that overrode any sense of caution he might have otherwise had, moving to the man's side, setting the knife down on the floor as he attempted to determine the extent of the man's injuries.

The last blow to the back of his head still had Hakkai out cold, a trickle of blood matting in his unusually shaggy hair at the back of his head. There was blood all over, mostly his own - cuts on his hands with shards of the broken glass still in it, the spreading blood stain on his shirt, and the thankfully-slowing drip of blood from his broken nose. The vines covering his skin had stopped moving, though occasionally one would twitch, a little flicker of movement.

His breathing was shallow and raspy, though he was still breathing. Up close, though, it was hard to miss the weaving vines, or the way his ears tapered to a long point now, even as his silver limiter cuffs still hooked on them.

As he leaned in closer, the changes were evident--was this the sort of thing the overhead messages had been alluding to?--but he tried not to let it worry him. This was Hakkai, after all, and he owed it to him to try and help, if for no other reason than the fact that he hadn't given up on him in the Sun Room two nights ago.

There was enough blood around that he didn't know where he should start... but he knew that so long as he stayed alive most of the damage would be treated come daybreak. And while he was worried that he'd hit his head, instinct told him not to try and move him enough to check, in case he made things worse.

In the end, he went for the most obvious, trying to gingerly pull as much of the glass from Hakkai's hands.

After a minute or two, Hakkai starting coming around, the force of the blow wearing off a little. He hurt all over - but he could feel short, sharp stabs of pain in one of his hands, and there was a blurry figure crouched over him. Another assailant. He pulled his hand away, hissing and then lashed at the person, claws aimed at the bulk of his target. The vines responded to animal instinct and thought - fight back, defend. They moved sluggishly, winding their way up to restrain the other person.

He wished he'd had a decent pair of tweezers... it would have made this whole endeavor quicker, and probably less painful than trying to pull the glass shards out by hand. He paused when Hakkai started to show signs of consciousness but wasn't prepared for the other man to lash out, losing his balance as he stumbled back to try and avoid those claws.

"Hakkai. It's okay," he called out while simultaneously scrambling back to try and avoid those shadowy vines, the sight of them dragging the memories he'd been trying to bury the last few days back to the surface.

There was noise, speaking, but that was unimportant right now. He had to defend himself from the attacker. Somewhat unsteadily, he pulled himself his feet, another hiss escaping as his broken ribs protested the action. His vision tunneled slightly, but did not blacken or fade completely. He lunged at the other man - not as fast as he would have uninjured, but fast enough - and tried to wrap his hands around his neck.

Too damned fast. He didn't think anyone as injured as Hakkai seemed to be would move so fast, but he did, and while Gren did his best to dodge, the only thing he really managed to do was grab Hakkai's hands to try and keep those claws away from his throat.

"Damnit, Hakkai. I'm not trying to hurt you!" Maybe this time something would sink in.

The grip on his wrists was strong, but normally he wouldn't have any trouble breaking it. Then again, normally he wouldn't be suffering wounds inflicted by the one that could counter his shadowvines and his companion. He struggled, trying to free himself. His vines were still winding sluggishly up to his opponent.

He tried to summon a chi blast, but as soon as the energy started to gather, he felt light-headed, his vision dimming. He simply didn't have the strength left to pour into it.

When Hakkai started struggling, Gren let go, backing away. He wasn't helping by hanging on when it was clearly just agitating Hakkai more. Guiltily, he really wished his newly acquired knife weren't still laying on the floor where he couldn't reach it without putting himself in harm's way. It seemed like his best course of action was to try and get the hell out of the room again, as much as he hated the thought of abandoning an injured friend.

As soon as his hands were free, Hakkai made another grab for his attacker. It was starting to become clear that his injuries were affecting him, though - while the vines continued to move unerringly, if slowly, but the lunge was off-balance, and risked sending both of them crashing down.

Gren cursed under his breath and tried to dodge out of the way as Hakkai came at him again, but he'd spotted the vines creeping towards him, and the nasty spike of panic that went along with it distracted him and landed him on his ass on the floor. Not exactly where he wanted to be given how clear it was that Hakkai was not in his right mind.

Hakkai toppled with him - but fortunately, came out on top. Unfortunately, though, the impact was enough to send another wave of pain crashing through his broken ribs, and he hissed as his vision faltered. As soon as it cleared, though, he was scrabbling for a hold at Gren's neck again.

He was scrambling to get away the moment the surprise wore off, wishing there were more light so he could see where the hell he'd left the knife. It seemed to have gotten knocked somewhere in the scuffle. Not that he particularly wanted to use it, but he also didn't want his throat torn out, which seemed to be what Hakkai was aiming for.

His opponent was a little too quick to slither out of his grasp to make this an easy fight. Hakkai gave up trying to get a better grasp on his opponent, letting his vines do the work instead. The torso, however, was a nice large target, and he made another swipe with his claws, intent on doing some damage.

Gren was relatively sure that the last thing he wanted to do was get caught up in the vines. He tried kicking at them, but their strange lack of substance made it a futile effort, though that didn't stop him from trying to keep them away. Intent on trying to figure out where his knife had gone, he didn't register the swipe from the claws until it was nearly too late. He twisted at the last moment in an attempt to keep from getting gutted, but couldn't completely avoid them. He grit his teeth against the sudden pain and kicked out again, this time aiming directly at Hakkai, as he scrabbled one hand out in hopes of finding his weapon.

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