NIGHT 59: M01-M10 HALLWAY

[antiheroed]

Code Red. Initiate-The sudden sensation hit Riku hard. Just as he stood up to grab his sword in preparation, the power overwhelmed him and made his knees buckle fast. What was happening? It wasn't right. The feeling of this place had never been this intense before, and the stinging in his leg was still there. That feeling wasn't one he was

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[chippforprez]

As if he missed the entire moment, Chipp was content to just watch the two teenagers run off before turning to Venom, blinking when the assassin pointed out his lack of weapon. That's right... Chipp didn't mind using his bare hands and legs, since he didn't put all that work into training for nothing, but it felt wrong without his blade. Anything sharp would do at this point, at least until he could find it again. It had to be somewhere here, right? Venom looked like he had a solution for that, so Chipp followed, and true to Venom's expectations, he followed Venom inside the room and watched as he fished something out.

It was an ax, bright red and good enough as ever. Since Chipp wasn't the most sensitive person in the world, so he didn't seem to notice the great weight it carried to Venom as he reached over to take it from Venom's hand. It was good, but he needed to do a little more to it before he could use it...

"Where'd you get this? But this'll be enough to cut right through those bastards, so thanks!" His question had been idle curiosity more then anything, but Chipp looked like he was already set on grabbing the sheets off the bed, using the axe to start cutting a ribbon of fabric off the sheet. It might have looked like he was trying to make impromptu bandages with very unhygenic materials, but the purpose of the fabric became obvious as Chipp started tying the handle and neck of the axe to his arm, securing the weapon tightly in place so that the blade portion was parallel to his wrist. As stupid as the placement was, Chipp seemed very pleased with the result.

Now he could start kicking some ass!

"Alright, I'm done! Let's go!"

[anemptydecapo]

Where did he get it...?

As true as "it belonged to the woman I accidentally murdered" was, the answer refused to leave Venom's lips. Zanuff himself appeared to have immediately forgotten about the question the minute he asked it, so the assassin would give him no reason to remember. Instead, he only turned to watch his comrade destroy the sheets of the assassin's bed and tie the weapon to his arm using the shredded material.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned downward. He'd slept in that bed for so long, he felt he should be offended at the other man's actions. If only for a moment.

...

Moment over. His fingers took to spinning the cue at his side as he turned back out the door and down through the halls. Zanuff was right--it was time to go.

[Going over here]