Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was

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[allroadslead]

"Whoa, sonofabitch."

What the hell was right. Sam couldn't help wrinkling his nose at the smell. He pulled out his gun, coupling it with his flashlight as he eyed the scene and slid reflexively in front of Peter. That was definitely a sign of something having been exploded. It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but that didn't make it any less gross.

He did pause when the light fell on the ceiling. On the totally clean space in the ceiling. It looked weirdly human-shaped. Huh. That wasn't normal. It was probably just a coincidence, but. Was someone-? On the ceiling was what that thought had been, but that was too...

Okay, it actually wasn't that crazy. If Peter's brother could fly, there could be someone here who had Spider-Man-esque abilities. (Wait. Hang on. The kid. Peter Parker? That wasn't-?

Nah. No. No way.)

His attention returned to his roommate. Now more than ever he was glad he had his own clothes and that the military takeover crap had afforded them boots on a regular basis. Otherwise, he and Peter would be trekking through this crazy mess of gore and blood in freaking slippers.

"I'm not sure, either." He knew plenty of things, just none here. If people could explode something on a regular basis, the institute would be a hugely different story.

Crouching down, he peered at one of the chunks of meet and bone. He flipped open his knife and nudged out a fragment of...a claw. Looked like it was the giant felines that got blown sky high. Three, this close to the rooms? It happened, but it was rare.

"Maybe something from the institute turned on them." Like. A spirit. There were a crapton of spirits around here. It'd always made no sense to Sam that there was such a large amount of supernatural freaks gathered in one place and they all apparently just got along. They didn't even seem to cross paths most of the time. Had something held them back from attacking each other the same way his and Peter's abilities were held back? Was that the emergency failure deal going on earlier?

[human_sponge]

While Sam was just as taken aback by the scene as Peter had been, his roommate did a decent job of keeping his cool in the situation. Then again, he apparently dealt with demons on a regular basis, so he'd probably seen some pretty terrible stuff even before all this. Peter had too, but all of that had been based in something closer to reality. He'd seen people die on the table in an operating room, he'd watched someone perform an autopsy with all of that clinical coldness, but...

In the end, his curiosity won out and he drew closer as Sam worked a claw out of one of the pieces of flesh. It definitely seemed feline, and Peter suddenly remembered the catlike creature that had attacked him and Nathan that one time.

With a sigh, he straightened and shook his head. "Yeah, one of those guards, maybe? Who knows." He rubbed at the back of his neck. "Let's just hope that it doesn't turn on us, too." Claire might be able to survive this level of dismemberment, but the rest of them would be completely screwed.

"Anyway, we'd better keep moving." It wasn't like there was much more they could do here, and he got the feeling that Kibitoshin was going to be a little spooked by this whole thing. He hadn't dealt that well with the gas being released that one time, after all. "C'mon," he signaled Sam as he moved further down the hall, doing his best to step around the pools of blood.

[To here.]