Nightshift 26: First Floor Stairwell Beside Waiting Room 1

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Aidou paused for the second time that night, listening half-heartedly to the radio announcement. The volume was painfully low, so that it didn't attract any unwanted attention. None of it interested him, even as the riddles came easily enough. None of it was useful to him. So far nothing the monkey on the radio had offered had caught his eye, and he doubted that would change.

Stepping into the stairwell, he glanced to the floor. He was willing to bet the other three stairwells on this floor were the same - no stairs leading to the basement, and no stairs leading past the second floor.

So where were the access points? It was a good question.

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Max's slipper protected the majority of her foot, but she still felt a few teeth graze over the top, sending stinging pain along her nerves. Still, the cat was knocked back, but only for a moment, and even as Max turned to face it more fully - carefully favoring her right foot and hoping she wasn't bleeding enough to make the tiles too slick beneath her feet - she knew it was already gathering itself for another spring. She couldn't play anymore, this thing was way too much of a nuisance.

When it sprung at her again, lunging high for her neck, Max was prepared, unflinching at the thing's distorted visage and gaping, rotting jaw. Dodging claws, she brought the flashlight down like a club once again, putting all her transgenic strength behind the blow, hoping to crush the thing's skull.

She didn't stop to think if the mutated cat would actually die from that. Or from anything at all...

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The cat fell to the stairwell, bits of blood and brain matter splattering against the walls and Max. But as it fell it struck out once more, trying to take down its prey with it, scythe-like claws stretched and extended for one final death-swipe.

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It caught her high on her thigh as it fell, scoring the skin, and Max let loose a cry of anger and pain, bashing the thing's head in one more time as it fell, just for good measure.

The thing crumpled to the steps, twitching and spilling what was left of its insides down the stairs. Max's own blood was trickling down her leg and the long wounds from the cat's claws felt as if they were on fire. Hissing a curse, she backed away, panting slightly for breath. That had been harder than she'd anticipated, and she didn't like it.

Pressing a hand over the bleeding wound on her hip, she turned and limped out of the stairwell, glad to leave the ghastly thing behind her.

(Going here. (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/188297.html?thread=13063049#t13063049))