Night 57: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 2

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[From here]By the second flight of stairs, Ippo was on his hands and knees. Every bone and joint in his body was rebelling against him as if they were trying to break free from the confines of his muscle tissue. The boxer could no longer command his limbs to carry him up any furhter. He collapsed on the stairs, panting like had been running for his

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When they mounted the stairs Badd wasn't paying very much attention to Ippo. The walls of the stairwell had turned a creamy yellow color, almost stomach turning, and they were lit up as bright as day. Badd could feel the comforting warmth of his trenchcoat around him and his revolver holstered under his arm. His march up the hotel's back stairway (the back, for security, to make sure nobody saw her enter at the front) had slowed in order to let Cece keep up with him. In her terrified state she wasn't much for running

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Ippo felt himself being tossed a few steps down, but it could have been from his own seizing for all he comprehended at the moment. Beyond pain and nausea, nothing else really registered. His frantic breaths became high-pitched and whining, like the braying of livestock. What had become of his clothes were left torn on the stairs as he grew heavy with bulk and new hair

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Badd backed against the stairwell wall, face twisted in disgust as the thing approached him. He raised the paper cutter's blade, ready to knock it back down the stairs again. Whether it was a real monster or just a hallucination, he was going to--

He paused. Two moments ago that had been a man, just another normal human. And the moment after that Badd had thought himself to be climbing the stairs with Cece Yew in the hours before her heartless murder. You couldn't trust what your eyes and ears told you in this place. Wouldn't it be just like a sadist like Aguilar to trick him into murdering an innocent person because the medication had made him think it was a horrific monster?

"Hey..." he said, trying to stay calm. Against all his police officer's instincts he lowered the blade. "Kid. That you in there?"

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Yes, Ippo bleated, Yes I am in here!! It sounded more like a banshee's scream, but it was all he had! His vocal chords couldn't make the right sounds anymore. The young man had been altered and twisted so thoroughly, and yet still retained his thoughts. It was a cruel and unusual torture! No, it was beyond that! It shouldn't have even been possible. This had to be a dream. There could be no other explanation. Ippo had simply been so distraught over the day's events that it had manifested into weird visions of... sheep for some reason. Well, the irony wasn't lost to Ippo. He was known as a battering ram in boxing, and with his Gazelle Punch, well... It painted quite the picture