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Nightshift 25: M68

Jul 15, 2007 16:56

Demyx had eaten little of his dinner. Sure, he had tried; he needed the energy if he was going to go roaming the halls tonight. But thoughts of monsters and sexual predators had kept him from enjoying it. Once the creepy doctor had clicked off his intercom, Demyx ran quickly to swing open the door, before retreating back into the room to wait for ( Read more... )

demyx, axel, xigbar

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numberii July 15 2007, 21:51:30 UTC

((From here. ))

One such sexual predator monster person was none other than the Freeshooter himself, Number II of the Organization. And he was in quite the mood for a little bit of teasing. Who better than the one person in the entire Organization who honestly thought they had a heart?

That was why he turned off his flashlight as soon as he slipped inside, letting the door creak on its hinges as he slid in. Without his shirt, he barely made any noise as he walked along. He could have chosen to be virtually silent, but that would have ruined the fun. The faint sound of his footsteps, his quiet breathing barely audible... that ought to get the younger Nobody in a real tizzy!

vaporism July 15 2007, 21:58:28 UTC

W-what was that? Demyx could have sworn he heard something. He tensed up and crouched lower behind the bed. This done, he froze, listening to the approaching footsteps.

Oh no! Xigbar had been completely right! Now something was coming to get him and he was trapped, TRAPPED! Was it... breathing? Demyx sucked in a breath of his own and held his position.

Please, please, please, let whatever was out there not notice him and leave!

numberii July 15 2007, 22:22:40 UTC

Ah hah! Xigbar's keen ears caught the softest hiss of an indrawn breath, and he grinned as he started creeping towards that sound. So the Melodious Nocturne had decided to hide at the end of the bed? That was fine, more than fine. Xigbar grinned as he got onto the bed, crawling towards Demyx and letting the springs squeak to give away his position. Maybe he'd go "Boo!" really loud and make Demyx jump? Or maybe he'd flash his light right in the guy's eyes and see what happened.

Whatever happened, he was almost close enough to make it work. Just a little bit closer, and then...!

vaporism July 16 2007, 01:59:35 UTC

Ah, it was on the bed now?!

Demyx began to back away from the bed slowly. Sadly, he had hit a wall, literally. With his back now against the wall farthest from the door, he had no where to run.

Well, if that was the case, he would have to strike before that thing did! Demyx still had no idea what it was; he didn't want to risk turning on his flashlight and facing whatever was out there in the dark. If he was going to die or be molested he wanted to be blissfully unaware of his attacker's face!

He raised his pillow now (it didn't occur to him that the flashlight might be a hardier weapon) and, pinpointing the location as best he could from the creaks in the bed, sent the pillow flying down on his attacker's head. Maybe it would be enough of a distraction to give him time to bolt!

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