Nightshift 30: Sun Room

[not-rly-fai.livejournal.com]

[[from here]]

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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[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

His attack blocked without effort, the beast within Logan was taken aback, momentarily startled as a wolf might be towards prey that actively fought back. He was undeterred, however, and the ease with which Tri-edge had blocked a strike with such force to it only served to enrage Logan further. "Yer good, kid," he growled. "But I'm tha best" With that final word, he was already swinging again, using his left hand in an attempt to grab his opponent's weapon arm and aiming another strike with the knife, this time at his assailant's heart. He had not noticed the other's attention swiveling towards his comrade, nor did he care. After all he'd heard tonight, he was close to the edge, and drawing blood was the only thing on his mind.

[a-spider-can.livejournal.com]

While it seemed like the antagonist was fine with keeping things one-on-one, it had at least noticed Peter, which immediately put him on the defensive. Statesman seemed ready to jump in at a moment's notice, though Eddie was keeping his distance -- not that he was surprised. He could always call him on being a coward lately, but Brock would probably counter with some sort of remark about how he didn't need to be Mr. Hero.

Peter wasn't one to think of himself as one (especially not with a capital H), but he certainly wasn't a "bad guy" either. Which meant that it was becoming harder and harder to stand idly by when Logan was fighting against someone who was way out of his league. While his roommate seemed confident enough, Peter knew this could get ugly very quickly.

He drew closer, preparing to shoot some web. As he circled around and found an opening, he shot some from his wrist, aiming for the thing's ankle. Hopefully it would be strong enough to take hold and he could trip him up.

[ofazureflame.livejournal.com]

[Roger that! I think I'm going to call T'Edgy defeated for tonight, since I have no stable internet right now--don't want to hold up threads and such. ^^]

Things were getting more complicated. There were so many aggressors... so little time left. So many patients had made it past him. His program restraint was slowly falling apart. If he wasn't careful, it could result in the number one undesired outcome: patient death.

He was calculating whether or not Peter and Brock should be dealt with when Logan's knife drove straight down into his chest. His display cracked and shorted, spreading to his arms and legs. Peter's web hit as well, sticking him to the floor, but not knocking him over. He was cornered now, and if he didn't do something about it within the next few seconds, Logan would do far more damage to his program. The others might as well, seeing his weakness. Patients were equated with wolves in his program: pack animals that would leap on weakened adversary without any hesitation.

His hand slammed into Logan's face, palm open, and he threw the full-grown man back fifteen feet. His attack had to be faster, more streamlined. These patient-aggressors had seen it once before, and would know to run and avoid it. No one could get by him again.

Quickly, he raised his broken arm, the bracelet fading into view almost twice as fast as before. Apparently he only got more and more dangerous as time went on. Eye fixated on the group he screamed an unintelligible cry. The sharp, colored beams of data shot out once again, striking multiple parts of the room and the four patients present.

He dropped down to the ground, a hand on his chest. That was the last time he could do that. He was weakened, and his program damaged. With another wheeze and a dying cry, he was engulfed in blue flames. Once those had cleared, a blue ball of flame remained. It fell down into the floor and was gone.

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

[Cool with me! Gonna take artistic license with where Loges goes, not far, just to the caf. Hope that's cool!]

A wicked smile split Logan's face almost in two as he felt the blade sink in. That'll teach ya ta mess wit'... the thought was cut off by a direct strike to his face. How could he have been so foolish?!? Ordinarily, he would have blocked that and ignored it as if it had never happened. He was getting slow, old. He didn't even register it until he was halfway across the room, shaking his head to clear it. That was it. Now this...guy...would know the full fury of the Wolverine.

At least, that was his intention. Before Logan could even move again, a bright beam shot out and struck him square in the chest. Everything went black but for a second, and then be simply disappeared.

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