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Night 59: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
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Instantaneous by name, instantaneous by nature. The floor seemed not to give way under his feet so much as vanish entirely- a pretty strange illusion, given that they were the ones who'd vanished- but the move was so quick that Kibitoshin didn't even see their surroundings blur before they were planted back on the ground again. The ( Read more... )
Instantaneous by name, instantaneous by nature. The floor seemed not to give way under his feet so much as vanish entirely- a pretty strange illusion, given that they were the ones who'd vanished- but the move was so quick that Kibitoshin didn't even see their surroundings blur before they were planted back on the ground again. The ( Read more... )
Either way, the anticipation was making his heart pound so hard in his chest that it was almost painful. Peter let out a breath and then gave the door a final pull, one that allowed them to see inside.
With his flashlight pointed forward, he saw that the room was completely empty. There was an exam table with some lights propped over it, but otherwise it was abandoned. Peter realized that not all of these rooms got used every night, though, and so he moved on to the next door.
"Maybe the military didn't have a chance to bring them up," he hypothesized as he started to wrench the next one open. "Or the people taken got their powers back on the way and were able to escape." Both of those options were pretty good ones, though Peter wanted to open up a few more of the doors before he assumed anything. Good news was just too rare around here for him to accept it off the bat.
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Well, that was good to know, right? If there was no one in there, that meant that no one hand been tortured. It would have been pretty unlikely for whoever had been in that room to have just crawled away straight afterwards, considering the state the doctors here liked to leave people in once they were finished with them. They'd never have been able to stand, never mind get up, get out and lock the door behind them, all without leaving a trace.
Even so... looking at the still, silent room left open as Peter stepped towards the next door, the Kaioshin couldn't help but shiver. Couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be strapped down with those lights switched on in his eyes, unable to teleport or struggle or fight back, with the coldness of the table biting into his back. The pink glow only seemed to make things worse. He could only hope that if there had been someone in there they'd managed to get away like Peter suggested. Whatever the case, he certainly wasn't going to object to checking a few more rooms for the sake of thoroughness.
"I really hope you're right," he said anxiously, following Peter towards another door before suddenly being taken by a thought and moving down to the door next to it. "I'll check this one." This close together he'd be able to jump in if anything ambushed Peter- and the other way around, hopefully. Flexing his hand briefly, he made to pull it open by the handle.
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He moved with Peter, until Kibitoshin spoke up and then.
Wait, was everyone here just capable of supernatural strength? And teleporting. And flying. Peter obviously hadn't anticipated their abilities coming back when he'd said he needed Sam along for the firepower. Not that he was feeling...kinda out of place or anything. Much.
Maybe a little.
Well. He could still back them up. Since there was no way he could keep an eye on both doors at once and-call it a hunch-he had a feeling the rest would be empty, too, he opted to turn his attention to the stairwell instead. Just in case anything came flying up here. Those monsters in that hallway couldn't be the only ones roaming around. There was more back there than Sam had run into his entire time here. Where were they coming from?
God. Either way, hoping they didn't all rush out of the woodwork anytime soon. How fast could Kibitoshin teleport on demand?
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Not that this was a competition, of course. If anything, Peter was just glad that Kibitoshin would be able to take care of Sam if he got injured.
Peter felt kind of bad for asking Sam along and then not actually having anything for him to do, but in the end he still felt better that there was someone there to keep an eye out. He got the next door open and found that it was just as pristine and empty as the one before it.
He moved past Kibitoshin to try one more, putting all of his strength into it and marveling at how easily it opened. Man, he'd forgotten just how handy all of these abilities had been. "Yeah," he said when he was faced with another empty space, "I think that whatever happened, no one made it up here tonight." Which was a good thing, of course, but that did leave them with the rest of the night and no plan.
Peter figured that they were a pretty powerful team at this point, though, so they should definitely do something.
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... ahem.
Kibitoshin hastily withdrew himself from the doorway with a jabbered, "Nothing here!", flushing a little at the fact that his heart was still pounding from what had essentially been a mildly unpleasant daydream. Nightdream. Whatever. The point was that he was letting it all go to his head.
Which was silly, considering where they stood now. He only had to remember the feeling of flexing against the door just a moment before, that gentle rush of power in his forearm that hinted at something greater and came with a pleasantly buzzy little adrenalin rush. No one was hurt up here and he and Peter could both probably fight seriously, and Sam- well, who knew what Sam was capable of! He was probably playing it cool, like Piccolo might have done in the same situation.
"It looks like it," he agreed, turning to face the two other men. "Which kind of makes this pointless. But I'm sure there are still people who need help out there somewhere. If my senses were any stronger I might have been able to pinpoint someone exactly, but..." He flapped a hand helplessly. "Maybe we should just wing it?"
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He finally tucked his weapon at his back again, figuring there was no point in hanging onto it right now while they figured out what to do. He decided not to think too hard about Kibitoshin's implication that he had Spidey-senses regarding people in trouble.
He chewed on a hangnail, thinking. Honestly, he'd have liked to use those teleporting powers to see how much distance they could put between here and there, but there was a small chance of not being able to return, and. No way. Not leaving his brother behind. Helping people was always on the table, of course. The problem was that Sam a) wasn't sure where the hell they were even supposed to start and b) call it a hunch, but he had a feeling not that many people were gonna need help tonight. His major concern were all the non-supernatural folk. Monsters weren't the only dangerous things around here. If Lelouch, for instance, could do what he did while restrained, what could he do with his abilities no longer suppressed? How many people would get hurt tonight, not from any giant cats, but from each other?
"We should head back downstairs, at least. Seems like that's where the most damage's been happening, anyway."
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"All right, works for me. I guess we'll go back down the old-fashioned way. If there are people out there who we can help along the way..." Now, chances were most people were handling themselves just fine. With the way those hallways had been stained with blood (and not human blood, either), that was clear.
They were going to wing it, though. Peter went through a lot his life that way, so it wasn't going to bother him now. Taking a glance back at the doors they'd opened, he realized that this would at least let anyone who followed them know that there was no point in wasting their time here.
Shrugging his shoulders, he led them down the hall and through the door. It felt weird to be walking through it from this side, that was for sure.
[To here.]
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