Night 68: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[madeinthehrl]

[from here]

It was still early in the night from the looks of it--the main hallway was totally clear as they moved toward the Sun Room. It was true the route they were taking was normally guarded, but there was no guarantee the rec field wasn't, and with a group this large, they would stand a better chance at breaking through anything that might await them.

She glanced back at the group. "If there's someone in the Sun Room, try to focus on disabling the attacker and running. I don't want to get held up in a pointless fight."

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[doctor_voodoo]

Adding to his growing terror, Facilier found that his words had fallen upon deaf ears -- if the spirit even had ears in the first place! He could only grit his teeth and fruitlessly pull away from the invisible clutches upon himself and his Shadow.

The sickening ambiance of the spirit grew thick along the walls, giving off waves of emotional pollution which Facilier's supernatural empathy picked up on more than he could stand. Such ethereal radiation caused both doctor and Shadow to recoil, almost sharing the same despair and jealousy that was being forced upon them. The bokor was unable to tell exactly what kind of spirit this entity was, but he was most certain that it was a very angry sort.

"I SAID LET GO--!!" Facilier commanded once more as both he and his mimic fought hard against the coiling darkness. There seemed to be no way to reason with this creature, it was all but a hateful mass of bodiless grief, raging and unstoppable in its mindless pursuit of death. Facilier had to think fast out of this but he had very limited cards to play with. The only thing he could catch on in that fevered moment was how it somewhat resembled some of the Loa back in New Orleans. Those beings seemed unstoppable too, but they had a weakness...

Snarling, Facilier shifted his grip on his flashlight, nearly dropping it in his panic, and fumbled for the on/off switch. He could see the new tendrils dropping down above his Shadow; feel its threatening caress on both of their necks... Facilier knew this was now or never and switched the light on at his attacker. A second later and Facilier felt the ghostly touch around his throat squeeze into a deathly noose.

"NO--!"

Gasping, Facilier felt his feet leave the ground and his legs kicked about in an uncontrollable reflex for survival. Within the midst of his panic, Facilier dropped his cane but managed to keep a death grip of his own upon his flashlight. As his only weapon clattered to the ground, Facilier instinctively clutched into his strangled neck with his free hand and struck out at his attacker with his flashlight in a frenzied attempt to free himself.