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damned_institute2008-01-18 07:17 pm
thesadist) wrote in damned_institute2008-01-18 07:17 pm
Nightshift 29: M1-M10 Hallway
[Currently from within M2]
Daemon been half afraid this night would be a repeat of last, that he would continue, night after night, to be trapped as a puppet of this place. An illogical fear, maybe, but there all the same. He'd been used for such things for far too long to not anticipate a re-occurrence. The relief he felt when none were forthcoming was almost breathtaking in its force.
Settling back on his bed, he made himself comfortable, fully intending to wait for Renji to show up for their scheduled brawl. He was actually looking forward to, an equal meeting, a way to work off some of the frustration and helpless rage this place was so good at instilling in them. He was certain he could use the outlet as much as the redhead.
Darkness fell, and the radio snapped on overhead once, then again, signaling the change of things out in the building, although there was no doctor taunting them this night, only the harsh gutteral sounds of a transformed nurse, if his guess was right. He listened to the words with a fierce frown, sliding his legs over the bed and wondering if he should really be waiting here in his room while others were being dragged away for much worse tortures than he'd endured last night...
The pondering lasted all of a moment. That was when he felt it. Felt her.
For one long moment, he stood there in the center of the room, frozen in shock, and then a roar of disbelief and fury escaped him, the temperature dropping to an icy degree within the four walls, a covering of frost coating the furniture almost instantly as his rage unleashed. Without pausing to grab anything other than his flashlight to illuminate his way, Daemon tore out of the room, following the faint pulse of familiar Ebony power that filled him with both furious and joyous relief.
She was here. She was here and afraid, and she was alive.
[Going here.]
Daemon been half afraid this night would be a repeat of last, that he would continue, night after night, to be trapped as a puppet of this place. An illogical fear, maybe, but there all the same. He'd been used for such things for far too long to not anticipate a re-occurrence. The relief he felt when none were forthcoming was almost breathtaking in its force.
Settling back on his bed, he made himself comfortable, fully intending to wait for Renji to show up for their scheduled brawl. He was actually looking forward to, an equal meeting, a way to work off some of the frustration and helpless rage this place was so good at instilling in them. He was certain he could use the outlet as much as the redhead.
Darkness fell, and the radio snapped on overhead once, then again, signaling the change of things out in the building, although there was no doctor taunting them this night, only the harsh gutteral sounds of a transformed nurse, if his guess was right. He listened to the words with a fierce frown, sliding his legs over the bed and wondering if he should really be waiting here in his room while others were being dragged away for much worse tortures than he'd endured last night...
The pondering lasted all of a moment. That was when he felt it. Felt her.
For one long moment, he stood there in the center of the room, frozen in shock, and then a roar of disbelief and fury escaped him, the temperature dropping to an icy degree within the four walls, a covering of frost coating the furniture almost instantly as his rage unleashed. Without pausing to grab anything other than his flashlight to illuminate his way, Daemon tore out of the room, following the faint pulse of familiar Ebony power that filled him with both furious and joyous relief.
She was here. She was here and afraid, and she was alive.
[Going here.]
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He could still wield the sword one-handed, and only one shoulder was being bitten. He whipped the sword around, up and over the spider's leg, and tried to plunge it into the creature's head.
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The spider reeled back, letting go of Renji's shoulder and pushing off the wall with the leg that was holding him down as it desperately tried to push away from Renji's sword. It almost pulled away entirely, but Renji's blade bit into one of its multifaceted eye. It gave off an inhuman shriek as it continued to retreat, black ichor dripping from the now useless eye. For the moment it was stunned as it tried to deal with its sudden impairment of vision.
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It was definitely poison, in his shoulder. Keeping an eye the spider and moving away from the wall as quickly as he could, Renji used his own blade to put two deep slashes into his own shoulder, around the wound the spider had left. Maybe it was already too late, but maybe that would prevent some of the poison from spreading outward.
He reversed his grip on the sword and lunged at the spider, going for its blind side, blade raised to strike.
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He pressed the attack, slashing at the legs and searching for an opening so that he could lunge in for the abdomen.
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There was the opening he'd been looking for. Renji ran forward, leaping onto the thing's back and plunging his sword down into its eyes. He didn't trust there to be vulnerable spots elsewhere on it.
The blade struck true and the spider shrieked, bucking and flailing. Renji hung on to his sword; he wasn't losing that or letting it get broken. With one mighty lunge, the spider threw him off, sending him into the wall again. But that was it; it was in its death throes. Renji picked himself up, leaning against the wall, and watched it die.
His shoulder and arm still burning with poison, he headed back slowly the way he'd come. Daemon was over by the female block, and River would be over there as well. Either way, it was where he needed to be.
[back this way]