damned_institute | Night Shift 32: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)

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Night Shift 32: Main Hallway 2-Center (Includes Sun Room halls)

[running from here]

John grabbed Wolfram's arm and ran, his flashlight bouncing around in his grip. He needed to get a grip. He couldn't freak out. Freaking out led to rash decisions and he couldn't afford those at the moment. It didn't help that he kept hearing his mother hurrying him on in his head.

Run, John! You don't stop! You always run!

"Yeah, yeah, run... I got it, but where?" he said to no one as he paused only a moment before dragging Wolfram down to the right, aiming for the doors across from him. "Let's hope my good luck holds out and one of those doors is open."

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The girl was off in one direction and Badou all but threw himself the opposite way. Just up ahead, large doors. Alkaid believed this would work, and he didn't have much choice as to what he could do about it now. At least he'd have someplace to drop Clark out of sight.

He knew he was jarring his freeloader pretty badly but he didn't really care. The only response that Clark's mumbling got was. "Shut up. Fucking stay where you are or I'll use you as monster food."

He wasn't joking about that either. Badou's bullshit tolerance was pretty much non-existent at this point. He shouldered the door open and moved on into the chapel.

[to here]

Claire's eyes widened in horror as the boy crouched over Alkaid hissed at her, then turned and swiftly leaned in to bite Alkaid's neck. For a moment, her mind had difficulty comprehending that. Then all the scary movies she'd watched over the years came rushing back to crystallize into one word. Vampire. Was that even possible?

She didn't take the time to stop and wonder. Claire darted forward again, having been frozen in place by his glare, but she shook herself free. Giving a half-frightened cry of "No!" she darted forward and grabbed the vampire's shoulder, trying to pull him off, putting all her strength behind it. Which wasn't much, but weaponless, she didn't have many options at the moment. Her own hands and armed were stained with the blood of her own still-seeping wound on her shoulder, but she wasn't worried about her own injuries - she rarely had to.

"No, no! Let her go! Alkaid!"

It had all started out so innocently. It had been fine, it had been fine. He might have been a pervert, but he was relatively harmless - he hadn't really been hurting her, aside from the slamming-against-things part and the pin-down part, but then the bite had to come.

The hiss should have been adequate warning - warning that something terrible was going to happen. Alkaid couldn't see very well without her flashlight, but she knew the shape was coming at her neck, and then before she knew it it felt quite like she was being ripped apart at the seams.

It was a pain unlike she'd ever experienced before; this was rending, and terrible. It wasn't just because of this body, either. No, this pain was real, much as she wished it wasn't.

She couldn't even think. Nor could she scream. She just lay there, mouth open in some grotesque symbol of horror as the blood drained from her, traces of venom taking its place. It hurt. Terribly.

Who'd save her? Haseo -- no. Haseo wasn't here. Badou..? Someone else..? Because right now she needed a hero, and fast.

Maybe a distraction would be heroic enough.

The moment he felt a touch on his cold shoulder, Edward's head turned around on the girl, his body following after. It'd be so much easier to snap both of their necks and then feast - it would only take a mere 3 seconds, at most, pathetically easy - but even in a frenzy, the order to not kill stood up shockingly well, influencing his actions enough to be vicious, but not deadly. At least immediately.

His actions followed his nose, lifting easily off of Alkaid's body to latch on to the blonde's, hands clawing into her arms as he bit into the open wound in her shoulder, further ripping away at the broken flesh there.

Claire screamed as he moved - too fast, how could he be that fast? - and did her best to struggle. It hurt. Far more than any pain she could have anticipated. It shouldn't hurt that much, and she struggled more, feeling the blood stain her shirt, feeling the fabric tearing more.

Jabs of pain registered from where his fingernails bit into the skin of her arms and she tried to push him away, gritting her teeth against the pain. She kicked and writhed beneath him, even as her body struggled to heal itself - too slow. Her movements felt slow and sluggish compared to the ease he'd pinned her, but that didn't stop her from fighting him.

[from here]

It was dark. No guns no guns no gunsnogunsnogunssmokingguns holy god his whole body felt like a fucking Christmas tree on Prozac.

He ran towards the sound of the fight and grabbed for the creature's hair, attempting to yank it's head back hard enough to get its attention or break its neck. "Holy ground is made for peace!! Stop eating your brothers and sisters!!"

Clark could do better than walking. He was hot on Badou's heels, his longer legs helping him close the distance from that head start the other patient got earlier in the Chapel. The darkness was making it difficult to tell who was where, but, judging from Badou's yell, he'd found the thing attacking Alkaid and Claire...and he was gunning for a fight.

Which didn't really seem like a good idea, in Clark's opinion.

He wavered for a second. Try to help Badou deal with the monster (he hadn't exactly gotten a good look earlier, considering the fact he'd been half-conscious from pain and blood loss)? Or try to find Alkaid and help her? Or - oh God, Claire! He'd never forgive himself if she got hurt her "first" night back, especially since he'd stupidly let her come along with him. Panic surged in him. What if this was all his fault? These people wouldn't be here and targets for the things here if it wasn't for him.

"Alkaid!" Clark called. He could still taste his blood in his mouth. Unconsciously wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he tried again, "Alkaid! Claire!"

"Son - of a -"

And the thing was off her, just as quickly as he'd latched on. She knew she'd lost blood.. the lightheadedness and all that was proof enough. But she wasn't quite strong enough to sit up, or to try to escape. This was pretty terrible. She was near to a faint from all of it leaving so fast.

Dizzily, she stood up, holding herself on the wall - just to see Badou come rushing in, proverbial guns ablaze. Hah... what a strong man. He'd save Claire. Claire needed saving.

She smiled, then sank back onto her knees, hearing a name being called through her haze. Alkaid. It was an unfamiliar voice. Who would know her avatar..? ..No, she'd introduced herself with that name so much... everyone knew that name. She was famous. Famous...

Was she going to slip back into a coma in real life if she lost consciousness here? Wouldn't that just be her luck?

Wouldn't it? And here.. Haseo wasn't even here.

Finding it too hard to keep her balance, she slumped to the side again, head hitting the floor.

The monster - monster, creature, that's all he was reduced to now, wasn't it? - didn't even register the tugging on his hair, only unhooking one hand from the girl's skin to swing it back, moving to knock the distraction away as if it was simply a fly. This was a curious meal, and he wasn't about to abandon her - something was extremely different. Though he took blood, he could hear her heart beating steadily, but never slowing. Like it was renewing itself, though a pace slower than he was accostomed to for himself.

Even though his consumption so far was beyond adequate - his eyes had to be a startling shade of red by now, shouldn't they? - he couldn't break away; the monster's grip was undeniable. He didn't even move to wipe away the blood streaming past his lips, down his neck, staining his shirt; his focus was on how many more mouthfuls of blood it would take to still that beat.

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