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damned_institute2010-06-03 12:34 pm
anemptydecapo) wrote in damned_institute2010-06-03 12:34 pm
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Nightshift 49: Doctor’s Office 8
[Warping back from here]
---catching... up...?
The forest was gone. That cool night air he had been ignoring soon evaporated and the sounds of high-frequency energy was replaced with a now familiar ringing in his ears and heavy rain over top it. What had been a large expansive of ground to run on shrunk exponentially and while gravel and dirt had more friction to sprint on, tiles and vertigo made for bad running partners. Unable to have foreseen the shift in location, the assassin slipped.
Fortunately, there had been a desk to stop his momentum by ramming itself into his stomach.
He caught the rest of his weight with his hands, momentarily dropping the cue in order to keep from slamming his head against the desk's surface. The contents inside rattled from the force of the collision, oddly in sync with the shuddered breath of pain let lose from his lips. This was...
They were back in Landel's. He knew that had been their point all along, yet the victory was empty. He could ignore the pain in his legs and the bruise forming on his torso. He'd been through worse.
It got away...
---catching... up...?
The forest was gone. That cool night air he had been ignoring soon evaporated and the sounds of high-frequency energy was replaced with a now familiar ringing in his ears and heavy rain over top it. What had been a large expansive of ground to run on shrunk exponentially and while gravel and dirt had more friction to sprint on, tiles and vertigo made for bad running partners. Unable to have foreseen the shift in location, the assassin slipped.
Fortunately, there had been a desk to stop his momentum by ramming itself into his stomach.
He caught the rest of his weight with his hands, momentarily dropping the cue in order to keep from slamming his head against the desk's surface. The contents inside rattled from the force of the collision, oddly in sync with the shuddered breath of pain let lose from his lips. This was...
They were back in Landel's. He knew that had been their point all along, yet the victory was empty. He could ignore the pain in his legs and the bruise forming on his torso. He'd been through worse.
It got away...
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But he did stumble, catching himself on the rather lavish looking desk in the middle of this new area (which, in comparison to Venom's entrance, was rather elegant of him). If the thundering storm overhead was anything to go buy, they had found their way back to Landel's.
Through a forest.
In another world.
For the moment, the annoyance he felt at prey getting away was overwhelmed by the pure confusion with which he was looking at a large painting on the wall with. A white lamb -
Edward tore off the shirt that was already quite stuck to his skin, tossing the blood-stained thing on the desk in the room. He hoped whoever owned it appreciated the new stain that would blemish the wood. It only helped somewhat; the fabric of the shirt wasn't exactly the most absorbent material (or there had really been that much blood), and much of his chest was still red and sticky. His hands looked like he was wearing red gloves. The knife was going to need a very thorough wash.
At least he wasn't hungry.
"We're moving" was all he said before promptly turning around and swinging the door open.
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