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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[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)!]