It was about time. Roland wasn't about to stay inside of his room for a minute longer than he possibly, humanly had to. Despite the outward calm he tried to exude, inwardly Roland was seething. The Head Doctor had dared to lay his filthy hands on Greg and twist Roland's friend into that shape... yes, the demon swore that he'd get at least a part of Martin Landel. For the first time in his life, Roland knew that he'd enjoy eating another human being, for no reason than the simple desire to kill and get revenge.
This had to be how Heat felt on a regular basis, wasn't it?
Armed with only his flashlight, Roland strode down the hallway, his gray eyes flashing with the thunder of an infuriated god. Hadn't someone said that the key lay underground, with a hint of the cold? That had to have something to do with the lake... heading that way, then, might just provide Roland with the clue he'd need.
At the least, he'd surely find a nice snack along the way. And with the apparent absence of the head doctor, maybe fortune would favor Roland with an impromptu encounter with the object of his hatred...
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This had to be how Heat felt on a regular basis, wasn't it?
Armed with only his flashlight, Roland strode down the hallway, his gray eyes flashing with the thunder of an infuriated god. Hadn't someone said that the key lay underground, with a hint of the cold? That had to have something to do with the lake... heading that way, then, might just provide Roland with the clue he'd need.
At the least, he'd surely find a nice snack along the way. And with the apparent absence of the head doctor, maybe fortune would favor Roland with an impromptu encounter with the object of his hatred...
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