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damned_institute2008-09-20 07:19 pm
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[NIGHTSHIFT 35] M31-M40 HALLWAY
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Still no one. Although he could hear muffled voices through a few doors, the corridors were so black that if it hadn't been for his flashlight, he wouldn't have been able to see where the walls met the floor. The circle of yellow light bobbed with his footsteps, periodically swinging towards the walls. He'd been caught off guard before, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
He counted the room numbers: M34. Easier than last night, that much was certain, but the design of the institute still infuriated him. Landel had gone to great lengths to make their stay difficult, with the monsters and sedative-armed nurses. Something like bad architecture just seemed petty. He gave the door a solid knock then leaned against the wall beside it, the beam of his light still darting around the shadowy space.
Still no one. Although he could hear muffled voices through a few doors, the corridors were so black that if it hadn't been for his flashlight, he wouldn't have been able to see where the walls met the floor. The circle of yellow light bobbed with his footsteps, periodically swinging towards the walls. He'd been caught off guard before, and he wouldn't let it happen again.
He counted the room numbers: M34. Easier than last night, that much was certain, but the design of the institute still infuriated him. Landel had gone to great lengths to make their stay difficult, with the monsters and sedative-armed nurses. Something like bad architecture just seemed petty. He gave the door a solid knock then leaned against the wall beside it, the beam of his light still darting around the shadowy space.
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His voice was still pained and his breathing somewhat unsteady as his gaze moved from Schuldig to Artemis and back again. Schuldig was right about his thought process. He couldn't do anything, not like this, but actually saying it to Mello was almost enough to force him to do the opposite. It was more a sign of exhaustion than restraint when he finally took a step back.
This was far from over, he thought, but as soon as the words took form in his mind it was too late to keep them from the reach of the telepath. Knowing that, there was no reason to keep them from Artemis as well. "Don't get comfortable," he said. He released his grip on his wrist just long enough to grab the doorknob, turning to hide his grimace. "Just because you see something coming doesn't mean you can prevent it." As a skilled chess player, Artemis would understand that much.
He shoved the door open then kicked it shut behind him, taking a deep breath and fighting against nature to remain calm enough not to think rashly and not to begin planning. Schuldig couldn't be listening to everyone all the time, but he was certainly listening now. Instead Mello concentrated on sensation. If he let it, was more than enough to block thought.
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Once he was up again he moved towards Schuldig with a tired smile. "Thank you. I'm sorry I had to drag you into this mess."
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The boy paused and thought for a moment, "I don't think it would be wise to tell Farfarello about this. Now that Mello has made an attempt on my life, he is more useful alive than dead. He is trying to get the patients to trust him by using a pseudonym on the bulletin, but you probably already knew that. If it comes out that he tried to kill me, more than just you and Farfarello will be upset." He looked up at Schuldig. "I trust you understand where I'm going with this."
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The Mastermind tilted his head, eyebrows raising. "If you know where you're going with it, so do I," he pointed out. "Anyway, Farfarello would kill me if I told him for not getting to you faster, so don't worry about it."
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He really almost died there. Artemis had already realized that this place was too dangerous to withhold any feeling, but what he hadn't realized was how dangerous and close to imminent death he was at all times. He never wanted to feel regret concerning a friend ever again. Tomorrow, he had to visit everyone--all of his friends--and let them know. Immediately.
"You have a point," Artemis agreed. "He would be rather cross with everyone involved. Best keep it to ourselves."
The boy took out the CD player from his coat pocket and examined it again. "How did you get this anyway? I haven't seen one like this in the music room."
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The boy tucked the player safely into his coat, gave another small cough and took a moment to right himself. "The Captain is waiting for me, so I should be off before he becomes concerned." He looked down at his front, which was covered with blood. "He's going to be a little surprised I think."
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After all, if Matt was Mello's ally, it paid to have him cowed, too.
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"Yes, I would appreciate that. Once I'm with the Captain, he won't try anything. He is, after all, trying to make the patients trust him. An even stupider move would be attacking me in front of the leader of the largest group here," Artemis gave a small, appreciative smirk concerning that image. He saw Mello running at him with another knife, but Hitsugaya stepped in and blew the man away with the trick he used on the bus a week ago. It was amusing to watch again and again.
He moved closer to the door, "Shall we?"
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And now he had a knife. Still not a patch on a gun with bullets, but it was more than he'd had before...although he suspected he'd wind up having to give it to Farfarello. He could almost see his partner's eye lighting up.
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