Night 58: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

[for_a_song]

[From 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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[corvus_veritas]

The more that time went by, the colder it became in the hallway and the more the child was prone to let out crippling yells. Just the sound of the child's voice was enough to shake Byrne to the core. It was as if the sounds were miniature shocks of--of--despair, or something. Something sad, something he couldn't really explain. Maybe that was why he was finding it difficult to run. Part of him, the parental side of him, felt sorry for the boy. Maybe it wasn't his fault that he was trapped in this form. Maybe he needed help.

Plus, Badd was likely in this hallway somewhere, behind one of these doors. They'd gotten this far! Would they really just waste their effort getting here because of this?

A sudden movement out of the corner of Byrne's eye ripped him out of his thoughts and brought him back to reality. What was that? Gren? What did he just--?! ...Did he seriously just try to whack a ghost with a shovel? "Gren!" Maybe the gesture had been kind of pointless, but it had been enough to make Byrne snap to his senses. And for that he was thankful.

Screw this. He was running.

"Go!" he shouted at Gren, then turned and made for the exit. In hindsight, putting himself against one of the doors was a bad move. Sure it had prevented him from being attacked from behind, but now it would be more difficult trying to get away from the ghost. He could only run and hope for the best now. Just like that scorpion from his first night all over again.

[damned_monsters]

The boy made no move to defend itself against the shovel as it could not hurt him physically. It did, however, slice his spectral body in two, forcing him to dissolve into a whuff of mist and rematerialized elsewhere.

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.

[for_a_song]

Given the utter lunacy of the action, that had actually proven more effective than Gren had anticipated it would be. He wasn't used to dealing with... was ghost too ridiculous of a term? Well, whatever it was, he wasn't used to it, and so he'd just assumed his shovel would provide no more than a momentary distraction. The fact that he'd actually managed to disrupt the thing for a few moments and give Byrne a fighting chance at getting away.

That accomplished, he happily followed Byrne's suggestion and started running full tilt for the door they'd come in through.

[corvus_veritas]

As Byrne ran past the ghost child, he felt something cold - even colder than the already low temperature of the room - brush past his arm, but he ignored it. He wasn't going to stop for it or anything now. Get away, they needed to get away as quickly as they possibly could and not look back!

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!!

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