Nightshift 35: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Left led outside, further down the hall at least. Callisto reminded herself absently of this as she went the opposite direction. In the future she might see what all the fuss was about, but not now. The announcements only made her current target all the more interesting.

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[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Since he was resigned to being bitten, Armand had his jaw clenched tight so he wouldn't cry out when the teeth sank into him. But then he freed himself of the creatures. He whirled around in place, trying to focus on one of the two that had attacked him. His step was unsteady--he'd never realized how much one used one's heels. He wasn't sure if they needed to kill all of them, or if just one would satisfy Citan.

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

In the end, the rat that Citan was after wasn't able to get away. It screeched when it was seized, not wanting to imagine what might be coming next. It flailed around as much as it could, willing to do anything in order to get away from the man before something terrible happened to it.

Though the two rats that had been after Armand had dispersed, that didn't mean they were ready to quit. When he didn't make any immediate attempt to attack them, the one that he wasn't facing jumped for his leg again, while the other remained where it was and tried to anticipate what would happen next.