Nightshift 27: M61 - M70 Hallway

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So close. So very close. The flashlight-wielding, ponytailed asshole's door was the first one in the hallway. He hadn't seen the guy's tail end on the way here, so a few more steps was all it would take.

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[grabby-hands.livejournal.com]

Greed grit his teeth as Kimbley dodged, though as he turned around and saw that the bomber was off-balance and the scorpion was heading their way, he grinned instead.

"Think fast!" He smirked as he shoved the other's back towards the thing approaching them with his good hand. He wasn't going to waste any more time on this shit if he could ditch Kimbley with some monster, and if he didn't get to Roy soon, he and the others would probably rush off without him.

So, holding his shoulder tightly and dashing a wide perimeter around the scorpion and his new prey, he disappeared down the dark end of the hall.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Kimbley always thought fast, but he'd been expecting a fist headed for his face again, not a plam flat against the already agitated wounds on his chest.

With a snarl of irritation and pain (that stung), Kimbley pitched backwards, already off-balance because of his shift and the distraction of the damn scorpion. He hit the ground, rolled over onto his knees, and looked up just in time to see Greed darting away down into the darkening hallway and the scorpion getting closer, tail twitching in anticipation.

"And you called me a chickenshit?!" he yelled down the hall after Greed, eyes fixed on the mottled shell of the monster before him. This night was just getting better and better.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

One was getting away, but the scorpion wasn't greedy. These humans were so loud-- the yelling made it hold back for a moment, but once he was sure that one of them was gone, he had the remaining one to focus on.

It had been the one it had been going off in the first place, so it didn't have to shift itself too much. Without much more hesitation, it scuttled forward, stinger poised threateningly in the air. In a few seconds' time, it would be close enough to swipe the stinger down and finally hurt something.

[crimson-handed.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Fuck. Kimbley braced himself against the floor, staring the monster down even as it crept closer. That tail was ready to strike, and if he didn't move fast - because these little fuckers moved really damn fast - it was going to hit him. And there was no goddamn way he was going to die now.

So, as the little bastard came within a few feet of striking distance, Kimbley lunged backwards. It was kind of awkward, being that he was on his hands and knees and all, but fucked if he was going to just stand up and try to get around it. It was fast, he was fast - now he just had to determine which one of them was faster.