Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

[stray_shinigami]

[from hereRenji slowed a little as he headed up the hallway, sweeping the ceiling with his flashlight. So far, no giant spiders. He liked that. It wasn't that he had anything against spiders; he wasn't some pansy that was afraid of a little bug. Or a big one. He just hadn't liked the feeling of getting bitten and poisoned

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M10

[janus_006]

Thank god, the drugs were almost all out of Alec's system. He sat on his bed for a few moments after the nurse escorted him back in, and listened to the Head Doctor's intercom announcement. That did nothing to keep him from picking up the radio and adding it to his secret pillowcase once more. If it was useful for nothing else, perhaps it could function as a bludgeoning tool. His bloodlust was beginning to rise up again. He hoped he fought another scorpion. He hoped he fought a whole damn flock of scorpions, or whatever the hell you called a group of scorpions anyway.

As he was rifling through his drawers again, he noticed something strange. The Institute hadn't provided him with any black clothes, had it? Confused and still possibly drugged out, he drew the new garments from the drawer.

And grinned.

His old combat suit was in his hands, perfect and pristine and new. That was funny, because the last time he'd seen it, he'd been wearing it, and it was in no better condition than he'd been. He quickly shed his nondescript grey attire, though he still had to keep the hospital slippers. Once he was in the combat suit, he grinned. There, he felt like himself again.

There was a weight in his pocket. Hoping against hope that it was something useful, he fumbled with it for a second and pulled it out.

What the hell is a GoldenEye key doing in my pocket?!

No, no. If he thought about it too hard he'd bust something in his skull. He picked up the makeshift bag and walked out the door, the key in his other hand as he wondered what it might be doing there, and why it had remained in his pocket, and why he even had his clothes, for that matter.

[off to here.]