Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center

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It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling more than a little pissed off about the whole thing.

But really, what it all boiled down to, everything that had been bothering him so far, was one simple fact. Raphael was homesick. He knew it too, would have been an idiot not to. He missed the city, the rumble of the subway felt distantly through the walls of their home, sneaking out for late night training sessions with his brothers where they ran across the rooftops playing tag or follow the leader. He missed the nights they'd spend drinking cocoa at April's place, talking all about the things they'd seen and done. But most of all he missed his family. He missed how Leo always had a plan of action and Donny had the tools for the job, while Mikey could keep things light and not too serious. Hell, he even missed Mikey's jokes and how often he talked about that stupid Battle Nexus trophy he'd won. But he didn't know where his brothers were or if they were even alive at all, if they'd been brought here as well and turned into something they weren't or if Karai had destroyed his family as well as his home.

It was the not knowing that hurt the worst, and Raphael had never been good at dealing with that kind of frustration. It made him want to find something, anything really, and just hit it. And keep on hitting it until things started making sense again or he came up with a way to actually leave this place or something.

And somehow he didn't think this little training session was going to help much there.

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Dean had turned at his brother's yell.

That was probably the only thing that saved him from getting his friggen arm run right through. A sword came flashing outta the darkness and thunked right into the wall, so close to his arm that if he leaned the wrong way even a little, he came right up against the blade. Dean tried to move his arm but it'd gone right through his jacket and was in there real good. Hurriedly trying to reach around, he couldn't get a good grip on the hilt from this angle. He grunted out a "I'm fine!" to Sam as he unsheathed his bowie knife. Wasn't exactly keen on the idea about cutting his jacket to pieces but if it was between him breathing and his jacket getting trashed, then the jacket was gonna be the one to go.

Dean sawed at the leather, a part of him half-waiting for another sword to spin outta the darkness and not miss this time just 'cause of freak luck. He went at it furiously, ignoring his arm when it grazed up against the edge of the blade and predictably began to bleed. It only took a few seconds but the adrenaline high was making it seem like that was already too damn long. His arm suddenly came free as he sliced through his sleeve and he immediately threw himself to the side to present a moving target instead of a pinned one.

His flashlight bobbed around jerkily. It flashed over Dead and Loving It's body a distance away, hovering but still too close for his liking, and - and Sam wasn't further ahead of him down the hall like he'd expected. Dean saw then that Ruby had been tagged, his brother at the other hunter's side. This was one of the times were being a giant was helping, 'cause Sam was practically carrying Ruby at this point. Dean made the decision then to keep to his side and try his best to keep Dead and Loving It's attention split. He made another move to go down the opposite side of her. Taunting a ghost wasn't gonna do much, so he didn't bother. Presenting a target still up and moving worked, though.

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This was all kinds of wrong. Ruby wasn't supposed to be hurt. She wasn't supposed to be slowed by a stupid little cut to the leg. She wasn't supposed to feel hunger or be physically able to fall asleep or any one of the dozens of little wrong things she had felt since finding herself in this insane place. She was a demon, not a human. Humans broke. They could be damaged and discarded like toys, however often as was needed. Demons could be royal pains in the ass sometimes, but at least they couldn't be killed in a thousand messy ways. Ruby had picked the winning side, in that sense.

Except that suddenly it was like she was playing for the other team.

Her leg was bleeding fairly heavily, soaking what remained of her pantleg in enough blood that it made moving even more difficult. It slowed her down enough that there was basically nothing she could do to avoid the other swords. Sam's weight on one side, propping her up, limited the ways she could move. The first sword got her leg just above the knee, the second on her hip.

"I'm going to kill that bitch," she gasped. Iron and salt and most of the other traditional ghost-hunting toolkit were off-limits to her, being a demon and all, but she'd think of something.

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All three of them were bleeding now. Anthy had enough swords on her to keep this up for a long time.

Dean kept his distance from the other two and moved on quickly, as soon as he was free. The other two were slouching along, so she focused on them -- if one of the three escaped, she did not mind. If he was in any way associated with the other patients, then he might very well run on back.

A sword came swiping past Ruby's cheek directly after she spoke, almost close enough to nick her face without quite touching it. A taunt or a retort, perhaps. The blades that had clattered to the floor all rose at once and made to encircle the slow moving targets, hissing out furious human whispers as they moved to gather together and close off escape, sharp ends pointing in.

There was an opening, but Ruby and Sam would have to be quick.

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Sam grunted. "One thing at a time."

With all the action and distractions with, you know, deadly projectiles, he hadn't caught it at first, but he could hear it now. Whispering, quiet but audible, and almost snakelike, and he thought: Great, it comes with sound effects.

A scrape along the floor as the swords started to shudder upright. He hesitated for a split second, searching frantically for an option that wouldn't get them skewered in ten different places, and he didn't hesitate when he spotted their only shot. A gap, maybe not even large enough, but they'd live, and that was all he'd ask for.

He pushed Ruby ahead as much as he could while still supporting her, moving fast and hoping to hell that Dean would be right behind them.

[assuming it's cool for us to escape? D: moving here, if so.]