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here.]Gren stepped into the dark corridor, sweeping his flashlight around to illuminate the hall. He'd made enough noise opening the door that there wasn't much point in stealth, and he'd prefer to know if there was something lurking around sooner, rather than later
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And then there were the doors, which all seemed to be tightly locked from the first few Byrne began to investigate. Was this the right area after all? If it was, how did they know which door was the right one? Out of curiosity, the prosecutor pressed the side of his head against one of the doors for a moment, trying to see if he could hear anything on the other side. Nothing. That was just great.
He looked over at his traveling companion and frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not sure how easily we can break one of these down."
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That air began to feel heavy and oppressive, growing colder as something unseen drew closer. It started as a whimper through the hallway, maybe like a door opening or closing in the distance, until a flicker of light that illuminated a faint blue color crackled beside the two patients. Eventually the sparks began to coalesce into a translucent figure, a boy in tattered clothing, with eyes like sunken coals.
[Claire]
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And then, somewhere in the dark, there was a sound, accompanied by a feeling in the air that screamed 'something is very wrong.' His grip tightened on the shovel he held, and he backed up a few steps as what started as a flicker of light coalesced into a shape.
One he didn't think his shovel was going to be able to handle.
"Please tell me you see that."
He didn't think he was quite crazy enough to be hallucinating ghosts. Not ones he didn't recognize, at any rate.
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Oh, he saw what Gren was seeing alright, and he was privately thankful he wasn't the only one who could. That faint light that formed into the shape of a young boy, his eyes hidden in shadow...what the hell? Byrne's eyes widened slightly, unable to look away.
"I-I do. What is that?" he muttered, feeling more and more uneasy by the second. And was it dangerous? It couldn't be a hallucination if Gren was seeing it too, could it?
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It left no mark upon this physical realm except for the frosty condensation that circled its small feet. The strange cold followed it with every new foggy step, for he was the creator of dread and it wafted from the specter like a faint perfume.
The boy gave one last warning, a soft coo, before its voice began to rise in pitch and didn't show any signs of stopping. The siren call ebbed and waved like a wretched thing slowly dying on the dirty ground. Eventually, the wailing grew quiet, as if waiting for a sign from its captive prey.
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Whatever it was, it seemed to emanate fear. It prickled at the back of his neck and made him want to turn and run. Only the shreds of his dignity kept him from doing so.
And then the noise started.
His first reaction was to try and clap his hands over his ears, but they were full and he had enough sense not to drop his weapon. All he could do was grit his teeth and try to edge away, though it didn't seem like any distance would be far enough, and it felt like there was nowhere to go.
The sound died again and he found himself frozen to the spot, sick with anticipation of what the thing might do if he tried to move.
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Its whimpers soon grew soft as a sob, as if his lungs could no longer support enough air for its brutal tantrums, then rose high and shrill once more like a cat in heat. Those translucent hands continued to claw the air for the patients so it could imprint itself upon them, to force understanding through pain and madness. It was mad. It showed in the tension of its face, the tremoring hands that looked for support. It needed others to see, to be pull into its miserable reality so they could sympathize. If it destroyed them in the process, well, so be it ( ... )
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It was getting colder in the hallway as the phantasmic child continued its strangled sounding tantrum and somehow robbed the area of any warmth. He knew cold like this, had become intimately familiar with it on Callisto and knew that they couldn't stay here for much longer before it started to have an adverse affect on them. Which meant he had to do something.
"We get the hell out of here."
What he did next was borderline stupid. He took the shovel and swung it hard towards the apparition. Whether it would do anything at all was doubtful, but maybe it would distract it enough to let Byrne get away from it.
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It also meant his prey had a better shot of escaping. Crying out desperately, the specter reached out for Byrne, trying to at least mark him as he passed so it would be remembered. Someone needed to remember it and sympathize.
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That accomplished, he happily followed Byrne's suggestion and started running full tilt for the door they'd come in through.
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Thankfully, Gren was also running to the door now, so he felt no need to stop for him or for anything. Just keep going, keep running before it gave chase. Run! Go!!
[To here.]
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