Nightshift 41: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

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The static snapped Spider out of his gruesome writing trance. His initial project had been to cover the walls in his shit, but he soon sobered up and realized that the nurses would probably wash it all off as soon as he cleared out of the cell, and he couldn't even read what he'd been writing very well. Instead - and mostly because he didn't actually want to smear shit all over himself - Spider had begun writing on his clothes and body using a mixture of blood and saliva. He was still having problems reading what he'd written, but he planned to transcribe it later. He'd have plenty of time after the interviews. He just needed some jumpstart, maybe a cigarette, maybe some coffee, maybe a whole fucking lot of coffee and - WAIT! INTERVIEWS!

The static rose in volume, and Spider heard the click of his cell door unlocking. Leaping to his feet, Spider threw himself against the door until he found a way to open it, and burst out into the corridor.

"HAVE AT THEE, DOGFUCKER! WHO UNLOCKED MY DOOR? I WILL EITHER THANK YOU OR FUCK YOU IN THE NECK DEPENDING ON WHO YOU ARE."

Spider threw his gaze around the room, attempting to slam it into a lurking orderly or patient. He found no one.

"BAH! I HAVE INTERVIEWS TO CONDUCT. YOU ARE SAFE FOR NOW, YOU QUIVERING TOWER OF EXCREMENT! BUT THIS IS NOT THE LAST TIME THE BASTARDS WILL PUT ME IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, AND THE NEXT TIME YOU LET ME OUT, I WILL GRIND YOUR SKULL AGAINST ITS OWN FOOLISHNESS UNTIL CANDY COMES OUT."

Screaming into the empty corridor, Spider kicked open the door and ran.

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The tentacles thudded heavily against the wall of water and the creature screamed again in anger and frustration. These patients weren't supposed to be putting up a fight. They were supposed to be dying!

Pulling its tentacles back, the creature slapped them hard against the walls and ceiling, heaving its heavy body forward one more step. Just a little further and the lucentien's body wouldn't have far to go at all to rip them to shreds. Plaster rained down into the room as the creature moved, and as the tentacles ripped free from their places. Soon, the monster was hurling blow after blow against the shield with its tentacles, trying to break it down.

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Demyx's horror as the creature dragged itself closer, bringing its tentacles more fully and heavily to bear against his ridiculously thin shield, was complete; his estimate of how long he could keep the shield between them and what had to be an incredibly horrible death dropped from minutes to seconds. And Soubi...didn't seem to have anything left, though Demyx could definitely hear him trying.

The simulation of terror had been useful; it had helped him call up a defense in record time, had preserved them for as long as it could be expected to. But as Demyx recognized the complete hopelessness of the situation, there was no point in holding onto the fake emotion anymore, and he dropped it, leaving...nothing, really. In a way, the emptiness was a calm of sorts, letting him work things out without the distraction of exerting effort to maintain a facade.

"You guys should go," he said over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off of the monster through his see-through shield. His voice was mild, almost disinterested. "I can't hold this for much longer. I've died before, anyway." Somehow, that made it seem more...logical, somehow, if not exactly attractive. He should have stopped existing two deaths ago; Ritsuka and Soubi were real people, with real lives and real emotions and real hearts. If there was nothing else they could do, then -

Besides, even if they didn't leave, it was pretty clear he was going to die as soon as the shield gave out; it wasn't like he was sacrificing himself for them. He might as well die protecting them as die getting all three of them killed.

He began to hum under his breath. An epic death deserved some music, right?

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The creature dragged itself closer and Ritsuka grimaced, grabbing his right arm as it did so. He had seen Soubi's panic and he had hidden his own away. There was no way he could show weakness now that things were getting so bad - especially now that it seemed the spells were gone again. How could they work and then disappear, just like that?!

Biting back his frustration, Ritsuka let Soubi push him back, his mind racing. They had to find a way to distract the creature or--

"What?!" What the hell was Demyx saying? And...why in that voice? Why in a voice that sounded so hollow? He sounded like he was resigned to dying, like it was no big deal to get eaten by a giant thing hanging from the ceiling. And was he humming? "Don't be stupid, you jackass! We're not going to leave you here to be some dumb martyr!"

Ritsuka reached into his pocket and pulled out his camera, looking to it and then to the water. If they could make that thing into some sort of glass to enhance the light, the flash might temporarily blind the creature and they could all run. "Demyx, can you get that water to magnify light? Soubi-" He pulled his backpack off, wincing as his arms protested, and pulled his flashlight out, tossing it to him. "-use this when I tell you. We're going to blind this thing like I said - and then we're going to run. All of us."