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NIGHTSHIFT 28: M31-M40 HALLWAY
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Artemis poked his head into Farfarello's room, and seeing that there wasn't anything waiting for him, entered. "Right," He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, "Where do we start?"
Why did the room suddenly feel like it was the size of a matchbox?
Artemis poked his head into Farfarello's room, and seeing that there wasn't anything waiting for him, entered. "Right," He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, "Where do we start?"
Why did the room suddenly feel like it was the size of a matchbox?
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Then he ... Caim struggled to find Farfarello's intentions. Why? What was he going to do, rend him apart? Rip out his internal organs? What?!
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"Almost the end now." The degree of blood loss Caim was suffering now would cause him to pass out fairly soon--no one lasted very long, when it came to being skinned.
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NO!
AS the layers of skin came away, Caim's mouth opened as he tried to howl with pain again, the sensation of being skinned too much for him to bear. He wasn't some animal to be hunted and killed, rent apart for someone's use or sick enjoyment! Caim tried to break himself free even as pain wracked his body, the blood spilling down over his sides and staining the sheets bright red.
No! NO! I won't die like this! Not here, not now, not at this demon's hand!
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"That six pack you no doubt worked hard to sculpt? It's just a paired muscle, transected by bands of connective tissue. Rendered into its parts, it really doesn't mean anything." Farfarello put down the filleting knife and switched back to the box cutter, not wanting to waste the fine blade on anything he didn't need its precision for. Touching the tip of the box cutter blade to the exposed flesh just below Caim's solar plexus, Farfarello smiled. "And under here, well, guts look the same in every mammal, really, except for size."
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It wouldn't be much longer now, something in the back of his head murmured even as his jaw opened to try and snarl for air, for fighting, for blood, for help. Soon he was going to pass out, and after that ...
I can't die yet! I can't die before finding her ... before getting out of here ...
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Farfarello's smile turned dreamy, the look in his eye one of ecstasy as he began to make what would be nearly the final cut.
With great delicacy and care, Farfarello drew his blade down the line of connective tissue separating the two sides of Caim's rectus abdominis, exposing just a hint of the vitals that lay beneath. "Have you eaten today, Caim? This could get extra messy, if you have."
With no further warning, Farfarello plunged a hand into the bleeding slit in Caim's muscle wall, viciously grabbing a slimy length of intestine and pulling it through, looking at it thoughtfully once it was out into the open air. "See? Meat, like any other."
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How often this sight had been presented to him, only with someone else's entrails spilling out onto the ground after he had cut them to pieces. But they had died quickly, almost mercifully, their skulls crushed or removed entirely.
His vision and pain slowly began to dull, fading into nothing. As his labored breathing was cut short by bursts of coughing inspired by spasms of pain, his struggling stopped entirely. There was no more energy to expend on fruitless tasks. He wasn't going to survive, wasn't going to get revenge, wasn't going to save her.
As the spark of life sputtered and died, Caim was left with only infallible despair (at his death, at being helpless when he died) and absolute, unending hate.
(For dying - at the one who killed him - for everything this place had done.)
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Eventually though, his body started to complain loudly about the abuse it had taken. No pain, of course, but a lot of stiffness, and a distinctly unpleasant shortness of breath. Pity he couldn't do anything about that punctured lung, or the blood leaking into it. Night should end soon enough, though, and he'd be all patched up. Peachy.
In the meantime, since Roland hadn't returned yet, Farfarello decided to borrow his bed for a little rest.
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And William's moment of intuition was correct, as always. Walking down the hall, the doctor recognized the distinctive smell of blood. Nothing strange, especially on this night, but the doctor continued to follow the scent anyway, coming to a stop at the source. M40.
Hmm-ing to himself, William pushed the door open and stepped inside the room before coming to a stop. My.
He almost was unable to hold back an impressed whistle as he surveyed the damage. One man in pieces, clearly not the work of the vicious creatures outside, unless they were capable of tying them to beds. Intestines were scattered, blood smattering almost every surface, flesh scalped... Very creative. William turned his gaze to the second figure in the room, recognizing Fararello almost immediately.
"Enjoy yourself?"
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"William, wasn't it? We met at breakfast one day." Farfarello made a point of never forgetting a voice, even if he wasn't necessarily good with faces. In the dark, voices were a lot more important.
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"Did you have any further use of this?"
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"I'll have to find something else then, oh well."
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