Night 58: Main Hallway, 1-West
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Sesshoumaru had not been in the building for nearly long enough to really know it, and his knowledge had not been expanded yesterday as it might otherwise have been, because of the poisons that had been fed into his system - poisons that somehow worked, which had been a disconcerting and unpleasant experience. In the end, though, all ( Read more... )
Sesshoumaru had not been in the building for nearly long enough to really know it, and his knowledge had not been expanded yesterday as it might otherwise have been, because of the poisons that had been fed into his system - poisons that somehow worked, which had been a disconcerting and unpleasant experience. In the end, though, all ( Read more... )
Somehow Kirk made it all the way down to the usual meeting place without spotting a soul. He knew there were others around - he caught ahead of him the wobbling of flashlight beams, and the soft echo of boots against the linoleum - but there was something unnerving about emerging into the nearly empty main hallway. It was just... weird. All of it was weird. Him sleeping through the day, the mysterious Code 1-8, the reappearance of "Max" as his roommate, and the heavy silence from the intercom... little things, all disconcerting in their own way.
Whatever the case, he just had to wait for someone to show up. Kirk flicked his flashlight on and off, spelling out P-A-R-A-N-O-I-A in Morse code before deciding it wasn't a particularly funny joke. He shut his eyes, wondering if it was mere tiredness which had gotten to him. He'd gone on two-week stretches of scant sleep before - in Starfleet Academy, you pretty much had to just to pass your second year midterms, never mind what came afterwards - but at least he'd tackled it with the benefit of caffeine and good food and not worrying about how his friends were being literally tortured.
He wasn't tired now. He didn't feel... weak, or sick, or confused, at least not in any way which would make him think something was happening to him. He'd just lost a huge stretch of time in here. Was that how it started? Was that why no one noticed they were disappearing before they were just... gone?
Kirk opened his eyes again. Well, he wasn't going to let himself get offed that easily. If someone had wanted James T. Kirk badly enough to trap him in this rat-maze prison, he was going to make sure they got more than they bargained for.
He pointed his flashlight down the hall, and got moving again.
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