Nightshift 45: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

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Tyki headed through the double doors into the next hallway, still not seeing anything or anyone around this place. The area was still as empty and boring as ever. He'd almost wish for the head doctor to switch around the lay-out of the place a bit, if only it weren't for the fact that figuring out what was where would be a real pain. Especially on the rare occasion he would need to be somewhere, and considering the guy's excellent sense of timing...

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[boyking]

Who did this guy think he was, some kind of hero? Actually, he must've been outright insane if the concept of getting the hell away from things that were trying to kill him made him hesitate.

Before Matthew could think or move, the animal launched again, lightning fast.

Shit.

He reached for the guy without thinking, half-intending to yank him out of the way and half just purely reacting. The thing was, he remembered this, the dark and things jumping out at him, but it wasn't—it was never supposed to be real.

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Wally had been expecting some sort of attack from the cat - leaving a fight was never that easy in this place - but there was a difference between that and suddenly seeing a mutant, zombie cat leaping straight for him. And with how his speed was now, there was a whole world of difference between seeing the cat coming at him and actually being able to react fast enough to do anything significant.

He managed half a step to the side before he suddenly found the other guy's hand grabbing for his sleeve. Apparently he hadn't run for it when he'd had the chance, which made things a little more complicated. Mostly 'cause the well-meaning attempt to pull him back while he was already trying to move sideways nearly resulted in him falling on his face. It had done the job well enough though; one of the cat's paws skimmed his arm, tearing his sleeve and scratching a neat line down his bicep, but otherwise he was fine.

"Ow! Someone tell Landel to get his cats declawed," Wally yelped, attempting to fling the thing away before it had the chance to do any more damage. "That can't be good for the sofas."

Not missing a beat, he shot a quick look at his rescue-ee. "Listen, I'm serious, you get moving and I'll be right behind you. Otherwise I'll have to drag you out or something."

[damned-monsters.livejournal.com]

Having only injured the patient on his arm, the creature hissed in irritation, its hunger seeming to grow each time more blood was spilled. It needed to take the two down once and for all, and it wasn't as if they were moving very fast. Not willing to keep playing around, it let an unholy sound (the sort of noise only an angry cat could make) as it sprung at them again, this time intending to bite down and not let go.

It would tear through the first one's neck and then move on to the second, easy as that. It wouldn't be long before they were both lifeless sacks of meat on the floor.

[boyking]

The combination of that thing and the patient's reaction (...or lack thereof) to the entire situation was just baffling, and in the end, Matthew didn't have to be told again to run. It was all happening so fast that the accumulation of thoughts was ending up one giant tangle that he had no time to process.

All he knew was that the guy sounded so sure of himself, it just seemed like it'd be a good idea to listen to him.

He spun around and ran. He hoped the man wasn't lying when he said he'd be right behind; the last thing he wanted was another person's blood on his hands, however indirectly.

Actually, the last thing he wanted was anyone's blood spilled, period. Dammit, this was crazy.

[scarletspeedstr.livejournal.com]

Finally the other guy had started to move, but it was still way too slow (and not just by Wally's standards). The other man hadn't managed to get far before the cat was making one of those really pissed off cat sounds and lunging for him again.

But this time Wally had enough warning and space to really move.

He didn't think about it, just kicked into superspeed, the familiar feeling of lightning and energy charging through him better than anything else in the world.

"Nice try!"

He dodged back, relying on the cat's leap to fall short and give him enough time to whirl and catch up to the other guy. Normally he'd have been more worried about letting others see his powers in action, but there was a zombie cat after them both and Wally doubted it was going to give up easy. Not to mention it'd always been more important to him to make sure others were safe first.

He only slowed a little as he caught up with the other guy, managed to catch an arm around his torso, and lifted. It was awkward to say the least, but he'd carried way heavier people like this before, and it only had to be for a hallway or two. Hopefully by then Fluffy would have given up.

[Speedster express to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/753420.html?thread=62555148#t62555148)!]