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damned_institute2010-12-28 08:57 am
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Night 53: Stairwell by Nurse's Station 1-B
[From here.]
It was the third (fourth?) time he had been in this stair way. Above them, most of what he knew was unclear. The memories were changed by bias and emotion, and he had not seen cause to observe all the details. It was nothing that was relevant now, except one incident. That time had been spent within himself, with questions that had no answers. Questions that had been useless to ask, but still stayed with him. He was the only one who truly knew, but the doubt that had been created then was returning to him. It sometimes did, in brief moments, but it was strong now. The feeling of a flaw within him, and what had been wrong even before they had come for him, came to him in force. Kaworu's hand rose to his chest, as the other rested faintly on the railing. The cool feeling of the metal and the grime of the rust and flaking paint under his fingers woke him for a moment.
He had decided he would not stop. Kaworu looked up into the darkness as he took the first step. He was not alone, and that was a comfort.
It was the third (fourth?) time he had been in this stair way. Above them, most of what he knew was unclear. The memories were changed by bias and emotion, and he had not seen cause to observe all the details. It was nothing that was relevant now, except one incident. That time had been spent within himself, with questions that had no answers. Questions that had been useless to ask, but still stayed with him. He was the only one who truly knew, but the doubt that had been created then was returning to him. It sometimes did, in brief moments, but it was strong now. The feeling of a flaw within him, and what had been wrong even before they had come for him, came to him in force. Kaworu's hand rose to his chest, as the other rested faintly on the railing. The cool feeling of the metal and the grime of the rust and flaking paint under his fingers woke him for a moment.
He had decided he would not stop. Kaworu looked up into the darkness as he took the first step. He was not alone, and that was a comfort.
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The group reached the top of the stairs, and Rei stepped out.
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Kirk's pace barely slowed when he retrieved his flashlight and flicked it on, although he did pause in the middle of the stairs to make sure Uhura was following. His flashlight beam danced around the narrow space, crafting strange shadows out of the stair railings... but nothing unnaturally strange. Not too surprising. As monotonous as the days were in Landel's Institute, Kirk didn't take the Head Doctor as being the type to repeat his "black magic" tricks, as Marc had put it. The man on the radio had implied it would be quiet tonight — a relative term, in this place.
"The second floor's supposed to be more dangerous than the first," Kirk remarked once Uhura had almost caught up, and he headed up again, taking the steps two at a time. The slightly battered aluminium baseball bat swung by his side. "Not sure I believe it, but I guess we'll see."