Nightshift 27: M1-M40 block hallway

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Recluse turned the corner into the cell block hallway, still internally ranting about Landel. He was used to being the one in control of people like that infuriating doctor. There was a whole recruitment program for 'Mad Scientists' in Arachnos.

The vast majority of them ended up being killed by their on projects. Often in quite amusing, bloody, agonizing ways. That one little thought made everything seem just a little bit better.

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[thesadist]

"Lady!" Daemon exclaimed in sudden concern, straightening and pushing off the wall to approach. He'd seen this happen before, the first night he'd met her, when they'd been fighting leeches and suddenly, her attention had been somewhere else, on someone else. Someone in danger.

"River," he spoke, quietly but urgently, his hands stroking calmingly against her arms, reminding her of his presence in case his words could not reach her. "Where's Ren? Is he in trouble? We'll go find him, Lady. There will be no blood and flesh to feed on. Can you tell me where he is?"

[highlord-ofhell.livejournal.com]

The girl's condition alarmed Saetan, but Daemon seemed to know what to do. No wonder he treated her like witch, despite not being Blood.

Eyes narrowed, Saetan opened his inner barriers and his senses, noting at last something purely physical he should have noticed before. He'd been distracted by the engaging girl and led astray by how dull all his senses seemed here. The air reeked of blood, fresh, hot blood. If he'd still been a Guardian, the smell would have made him hunger for it. He'd needed very little, and the living used blood in their rituals, usually only their own, but the hunger would have been there. Now, surrounded by it, the smell only made him vaguely queasy. This blood didn't smell human or of any animal he could identify either.

His inner barriers screamed to be closed, so he did, still puzzled by what he'd felt. Darkness was suppposed to be comforting, maternal. Not this darkness. It was cold and alien and reminded him vaguely of the taint that mired so many of the Blood in Terreille. Evil. And it had gotten worse in just last few minutes.

"If you can tell us," he said, adding his own urging to Daemon's, "we can help them. This night is already full of too much blood."

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

The conflict in River's mind twisted and churned as what would be considered blood splattered the walls of her mind. Who to turn to? Who to help? That was when the instinct of the weapon, the frightful switch that turned itself on and off at will snapped to a conclusion.

One was closest. Most logical course of action considering the other had a savior at hand. Ren, and then Ashton. A hero's night, if she were thinking in a fantastic sense.

River's crying ceased as she stood slowly, hair hanging in her eyes in what might've seemed a rather frightening image of a specter from old ghost stories. Her lips moved in answer.

"Follow."

With the single word uttered, the girl tore herself away, sprinting off like a leaf on the wind.

[thesadist]

Following River, though she'd darted ahead much faster than she'd anticipated she could even move, he had time enough to reach out and clasp his father's wrist in silent communication, switching his own flashlight on, the beam bouncing crazily on the walls for a moment before landing on the girl's retreating back.

"Looks like we're playing rescuers more quickly than I anticipated," he commented, meeting his father's gaze, his own glinting eerily in the light of the flashlight, before he, too, followed her.

[Following her over here.]