damned_institute | Nightshift 30: Sun Room

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He wasn't sure just what awaited him as the boy with pale hair and glowing eyes dragged him across the tiled floor, but he was so bruised and beaten after their one-sided fight that he couldn't do much to stop it. After hearing the rumors about what happened to patients here, he didn't have high hopes. The world stopped spinning for a moment when they reached the railing. Was he just going to be left on the floor here?

It didn't look like he'd be quite that lucky. The boy floated into the air, carrying him along like a sack of potatoes before tossing him unceremoniously into the Sun Room below. He fell like a rag doll and hit one of the tables on the way down. He heard as much as felt the cracking of bones as he landed in a heap on the floor. His upper arm felt strangely warm on the left side, only to realize it was because the bone had broken through the skin. Yuuhi bit back a cry of pain, wishing the fall had knocked him unconscious too, then at least he wouldn't have to feel the pain for a while.

His flashlight was gone, lost in the scuffle, and he looked nervously into the darkness, well aware of what easy prey he would be. He had to move, before someone or something caught the scent of his blood.

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Takaya gave him instructions as if he was not planning on going with. So he was going to waste his time helping the injured man. Well, he was obviously not much use anyway, though in light of recent events Itachi was sure it would be better not to be alone. He had the maps, though. And he was leaving now.

Itachi saw the opponent advancing slowly, and decided to make it clear he was retreating. The murderous intent in the creature's eyes meant little, but this was a battle it would be wiser to step away from. Itachi kept his gaze on the enemy passively, slowly backing away, around Takaya and the casualty. He paused very briefly, even with Takaya but still looking at the opponent.

"Thank you." The words were brief and cold, an exercise in formality in case cooperation would be needed in the future. With that, Itachi backed out of the door and into the hallway, waiting a moment to see if the creature was going to pursue him.

Takaya didn't even acknowledge Itachi. There was no point. If he was going to take off, fine. He'd see him in the morning anyway.

"Stay with me," he repeated to the bleeding blond man. "We might have to run... I think I can carry you." Not too far, but maybe far enough. He turned to better be able to keep his eyes on the approching blue-eyes thing.

Run? He didn't think he could do anything that quickly, but he wasn't in any position to disagree. He just felt badly for troubling the youth so much. He gave a slow nod and took a breath in a feeble attempt to prepare himself.

"Sorry," he said in a pained voice, "for... the trouble."

He stopped his advance when Itachi left the room. The aggressor had left. The area was clear.

No, it wasn't.

The other two targets. They hadn't left yet. One was injured, another was not. They both were injured. No, they were fine. They were trying to get past him. They weren't attacking him--yes they were. Defend, he had to defend his target area. Non-patients couldn't be here, patients couldn't be here. Non-aggressors must be persuaded, aggressors left alone. His switches kept flipping back and forth. He was incomplete and flawed, after all.

Making a decision, he turned his gaze slowly on Yuuhi and Takaya. There they were--the aggressors. He let out another wheeze and approached them directly, eye focused on the two, unblinking.

((Okay, I'm assuming that Irachi is gone, if this is not the case, let me know and I'll delete.))

Takaya tensed up as the one-eyed weirdo thing started towards them. "You still with me?" He shifted up to his feet, though he stayed crouching low, the better to scoop up the blond guy and run. With luck ~~like he'd ever had any of that~~, they could get to somewhere safe without too many issues.

The boy's friend had left already and it appeared that the doll in front of them was fixed on a new target. Yuuhi's gaze was drawn to it, eyes wide and worried though he tried not to show it.

"I-" he started, not sure how to answer the question. There were much more important things to be worrying about. "-he's coming."

Fear. The two targets were scared. There must have been a reason they were scared. Aggressors. They were aggressors.

They were running. Non-aggressors. He was slowly losing what little control he'd had over his program. Yuuhi and Takaya kept flickering back and forth--zero, one, zero, one, one, one, zero, one.

He let out another wail, this one sounding frustrated and angry. Slowly, he raised one of his blades and swiped it at Takaya and Yuuhi. Bits of the carpet seemed to fly off the floor by the sheer force of the swipe, but once the explosive noise ceased, the reality was much different.

Patches of carpet were sprouting out of the walls, and bits of linoleum spotted the floor like puddles. He staggered back, shifting the blades in his hands as though preparing for another attack. His breathing was getting more ragged and wheezy, as though he were trying hard to remain standing after running a mile in two minutes. His head snapped up, his grin wider than ever, and he charged.

As soon as that first freaky cry went up, Takaya was moving. As carefully as he could, he lifted the blond man up in his arms. He was light, but taller than himself and that made it more than a little awkward. There was and explosive sound behind him and he flinched slightly, but he didn't turn around, only ran for the doors he'd come out of.

He did his best, adrenaline urging him on, but his back was wide open to attack now. He had to make that door...

It all happened terribly quickly. He'd gone from the floor to a bumpy ride in the boy's arms in a matter of seconds. His right arm folded across his lap while the left hung brokenly at his side. He felt useless, he couldn't walk, let alone fight, but he'd rather not stay behind either. The other boy, strange and doll-like, was charging after them using the same inhuman speed he'd used when fighting just moments before.

It wasn't much further to the door. Yuuhi just hoped they made it there before the doll decided to assist them.

The attack struck directly behind Takaya's heels, leaving a deep gouge in the carpeted floor. He jumped back towards the door to the Cafeteria.

Retreating. Retreating meant they were non-aggressors. He let them go. Any further damage to the first target would have resulted in patient-death. Undesired outcome.

He gave a satisfied wheeze and watched them leave, swaying his shoulders back and forth, head lolling upwards to look out the glass ceiling.

He grinned.

Takaya shoved his way through the doors, feeling the blade nip at his heels just before the door slammed shut.

(FLEE!! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/307793.html?view=24968529#t24968529))

[Just for future reference--NS Only characters aren't allowed out of their assigned room! ^^ If a character leaves the room, the NS-Only can't follow. ♥]

[Not a problem! ♥]

Nightshift 30: Sun Room

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