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damned_institute2007-10-08 08:16 pm
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Nightshift 27: 2nd Floor Hallway near Medical Reference Library and Railed Area
[from here]
Once they were safely at the top of the stairs, Ritsuka flicked on his flashlight and swept the area. It was probably unwise to announce their position, but he needed to know where he was. For all the times Ritsuka had been up here, he had never really gotten very far and his memory was fuzzy. Somewhere to his right was the pharmacy, near the railing, where he needed to stop for supplies for Tamaki.
Whether he should stop there first or after their explorations, however, was the problem. Turning to the right, he started forward and tried not to show any fear. He wanted to get things done tonight, even if it meant facing the worst that Landel's had to offer. He just hoped he wouldn't have to do that just yet.
Once they were safely at the top of the stairs, Ritsuka flicked on his flashlight and swept the area. It was probably unwise to announce their position, but he needed to know where he was. For all the times Ritsuka had been up here, he had never really gotten very far and his memory was fuzzy. Somewhere to his right was the pharmacy, near the railing, where he needed to stop for supplies for Tamaki.
Whether he should stop there first or after their explorations, however, was the problem. Turning to the right, he started forward and tried not to show any fear. He wanted to get things done tonight, even if it meant facing the worst that Landel's had to offer. He just hoped he wouldn't have to do that just yet.
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That weird, solid feeling of ice faded the further away he got from that one hall. He still wasn't sure what the deal was with that, if it was because of the rats or that reddish glow (or even what caused that glow), but he did feel better now that he was leaving the place. He adjusted his hold again on the wounded boy in his arms, making sure he wasn't going to be too jostled or slip. Whoever he was, he seemed to be awfully quiet. Clark's worry rose. He wasn't...well, y'know, was he?
Clark spoke up for the first time since leaving the group. "Hey, what's your name?" he asked, more to make sure his charge was okay and keep him talking. "I'm Clark."
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He took his hand away from his face and breathed in a small sigh of relief.
Clark spoke, so Kyon did his best to answer him. "Kyon's fine. S'what everyone calls me." might as well give him his nickname, his real one wasn't so important here.
After a few moments, Kyon added, "I don't think I'm entirely safe to be around right now," He could warn him, right? After all he didn't know how long it would be before he went nuts. The doctor had hinted on him going crazy. The thought was a bit unnerving.
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He could understand that Kyon must've been through something pretty horrible, but wasn't sure what Kyon meant by that warning - did he think that it was somehow his fault that they'd gotten jumped by some insanely big rats? Or was he worried that Clark was in danger because he had his hands full carrying him? In that case, there wasn't much Clark could do. It wasn't like he could just go and tell the truth: stuff like by the way, I think I'm practically bullet-proof wasn't really the sort've thing you went around telling people, even if you wanted to reassure them.
Anyway, if anyone was in danger, it was Kyon, in Clark's opinion. He seemed to be reviving a little - Clark could feel him moving about a little bit more - but he wasn't sure if the other guy had it in him to walk just yet.
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Kyon bit his lip lightly, ignoring that it was already cut open from the last time he'd bitten it. He searched for a good way to tell Clark this. He really didn't want the other boy to drop him and run, be he also didn't want the chance that Kyon could hurt him or something.
"The doctors here did something to me." He said carefully. "They ...turned me into something. Like a vampire."
He hated admitting to that, because it made him sound like he wasn't himself anymore. The doctor may have been right when he told him "Being normal is your star quality" because being not, was something he didn't know how to deal with.
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"A vampire?" Clark couldn't help the disbelief in his voice. And then thought better of it; hey, after all the weird stuff he'd seen, a vampire wasn't that big a stretch. "So you have to drink blood? Like the movies?"
That being said, Clark still wasn't that worried. He'd survived getting hit by cars - stuff like needles (or teeth) probably wouldn't even puncture his skin, much less draw blood. It never occurred to him that all his abilities, not just x-ray vision, might have been weakened since coming to Landels - he felt fine, pretty good even though Kyon actually felt like a weight in his arms instead of nothing at all.
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He was surprised though, at Clark's reaction to the information. He didn't seem like he was going to drop him and run, nor did he seem worried. What did he have some kind of super strength or something? That was kind of reckless.
But, Kyon reasoned with himself, if he could keep control of himself, he would be fine. He could do that at least.
"You're taking that pretty well."
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"Uh, I guess I'm just still shocked," Clark stammered. That one? Pretty lame, even for him. He was never good at this lying stuff: there was only so many times he could say he was "lucky", or "in the right place at the right time" before he started getting tired of just lying in general. "Y'know, first with those rats, and then this?"
Yeah, definitely not one of his better days trying to pass himself off as normal. He wasn't sure if this vampirisim thing would wear off on Kyon, but he hoped so. The other boy sounded kind of miserable to him, and with good reason - he was probably realizing that he wasn't normal, that he stood out and not in the good way. Clark sighed to himself. Yeah, he could get how he felt if that was the case.
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Kyon knew a little about keeping secrets.
But this was the point that Kyon realized he was being carried like a girl down the hall. He cleared his throat and said, "I think I'm okay to walk, now." Yeah this scene HAD to look right.
Besides, he was sure he was in control right now.
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So far he wasn't sure what to make of Kyon. For someone who claimed he was turned into a vampire - of all things - he seemed surprisingly normal. Clark didn't think he'd have been able to pick him out of a crowd under any other circumstances. So far he hadn't seen Kyon actually try to make a pass at any one, but that didn't mean he could rule out that he wouldn't in the future.
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When his feet hit the floor, Kyon braced himself on Clark's shoulder, his joints not wanting to cooperate just yet. A few steps, and he let go, walking normally again.
Well, mostly. He put a hand on the wall, to keep himself balanced. He still smelled that scent of blood that was all around him, but it was less prominent now. Maybe he was just adjusting to it, or it had lightened up. It could have been something about that hallway, who knew.
"So, where are we headed?" He asked turning back to Clark. If he could see well, he might've noticed the short fangs in Kyon's mouth.
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"I was thinking we could head back to the patient rooms," Clark said. He was glad to have a change of subject, although he had no idea if Kyon really bought his white lie or didn't want to press it. Either way, it worked for him. "That's the safest places I know about."
That wasn't saying much, though, considering he had only been here for maybe a day or two, at best. He had a feeling Landels was a lot bigger than he what he'd only seen since waking up in this weird place. The important thing was getting Kyon settled someplace that could be guarded though. Clark felt bad that he had to leave the others to those rats, but, he had to think dryly, at least that left them relatively safe by leaving the group to get attacked.
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Kyon didn't want to think about it. It looked like he would need to avoid that place for a while. He didn't want to take any chances with Tamaki's patients. He'd probably have to tell the Host that he was withdrawing from the club, too. So much for that. Tamaki would understand though, he hoped.
"My room is M37, unless you know of one closer by." He really did want to go lay down. The thirst was moderately in check, but he still felt pretty ill.
Man, Kon's going to be pissed at him. He was probably still waiting for him in the game room. Maybe they could cut off and check...
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