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damned_institute2010-05-19 02:49 am
timedork) wrote in damned_institute2010-05-19 02:49 am
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Night 49: Room of Earth
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"...What?"
The door slammed shut behind them and locked with a rather distinctive click. The Doctor glanced back at the door—which was very different on this side than it had been on that side—but it wasn't the slam or the door that ended up grabbing the Doctor's attention. There was a loud rumbling that did not, he was quite positive, have anything to do with the thunder that they would have heard more clearly outside. Nor was it a sound that would have come from any construction work, had he and Dean stumbled across it. No, this was different.
"What?"
Following that hall, they should have exited the building into the field. It should led have outside, should have been raining. But in here—inside here—well... that definitely wasn't rain.
Not rainwater, at least. It rather appeared to be raining boulders in the room.
"What."
"...What?"
The door slammed shut behind them and locked with a rather distinctive click. The Doctor glanced back at the door—which was very different on this side than it had been on that side—but it wasn't the slam or the door that ended up grabbing the Doctor's attention. There was a loud rumbling that did not, he was quite positive, have anything to do with the thunder that they would have heard more clearly outside. Nor was it a sound that would have come from any construction work, had he and Dean stumbled across it. No, this was different.
"What?"
Following that hall, they should have exited the building into the field. It should led have outside, should have been raining. But in here—inside here—well... that definitely wasn't rain.
Not rainwater, at least. It rather appeared to be raining boulders in the room.
"What."
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Dean could feel a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face as he did exactly as the Doctor prodded him to. They should be dead. All of these looked random as hell to him and several times he could feel the rush of air as one of those huge boulders came barreling past with only inches to spare. Every time he thought they'd hit a safe zone, he'd spot the Doctor looking at something else, almost sidelong, and then he was prodding him forward again. Normally Dean wouldn't be cool with some random dude pushing him around but getting stuck in some freak obstacle course with a guy who had some downright crazy observational skills there tended to kinda change things. No point wasting time bitching when the Doc had got them this far.
Although he was wondering if the guy had eyes in the back of his head there.
Dude's gotta rock at video games.
It was one of those stupid thoughts that really didn't have anything to do with the present, the kind that kinda hit you outta nowhere when you were looking death in the face. The Doctor caught him just as he was about to step forward, jerking him back. Two boulders collided right where he'd been less than a second before. The impact was deafening, his ears ringing.
They hustled through the rubble of the two boulders, Dean stepping over the larger stones, boots slipping and sliding over the smaller ones. The Doctor wasn't even letting him get a feel for where the door was, instead pushing him to gun it that last chunk of the death trap before he got distracted by any hope.
And suddenly they were on the other side.
Dean felt horribly off-balance.
Kinda felt anti-climatic that they'd actually made it. Dean turned toward the Doctor, reaching up to rub at one ear - they were still ringing from those boulders slamming into each other - and grinned.
"You got some serious balls, Doctor," Dean slapped him on the shoulder, still smiling in relief. He wheeled around to watch the Indy Obstacle Course they'd juked their way through, the boulders still spitting out each hole and rumbling their way across. "Christ. How'd you even do that?"
Dean wiped at the thin layer of dust he'd got on his face, feeling his legs starting to get all loose on him. He locked his knees. Fine, so he was gonna pop off the adrenaline sooner than later, but he wasn't gonna go all weak-kneed just 'cause he almost ended up roadkill tonight. That was a fast death. Sucky, but fast. Had that going for it. Even if his body was freaking out about this, Dean knew perfectly well that there were worse things, more evil things, than that death trap. Plenty of things out there that not only would kill you, but would also drag it out just for their sick kicks.
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They'd managed to make it across in one piece, but the Doctor felt there had been a few close calls—too close for his own comfort, honestly, especially being so close to that unlucky collision; beyond the noise, a fragment of rock that had shot by nicked his shoulder. He was alright, but his suit was worse for wear from it; he felt fortunate that it hadn't been his coat in the line of fire... or himself. If the Doctor had been shaken by those near-misses, however, he didn't show it as he smiled at Dean.
"I'm good at... lots of things, actually, but especially anything to do with time. Or timing," he said. "Even if I couldn't predict when the boulders would be coming out, once they appeared, well... It was just a matter of calculating where they would be when. Nothing to it."
He slipped his hands into his pockets, nodding towards the door. Now that they were here, it was time to see if it had been worth the risk. "Moment of truth. Would you like to try, or should I?"
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He threw a last glance at the death trap behind them, and then back at the door. Seemed like they'd just been at this party and if it wasn't for the crushed boulder and the fresh tear on the Doc's clothing, he would've almost thought they hadn't made any progress. All the rumbling and crash of the boulders made it real hard to get some quiet time to just think.
Dean reached out and tried the doorknob.
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