Nightshift 31: Experimental Treatments Laboratory

[bastard_sadi]

[ Coming from here.]Daemon stepped into the next room and quickly shone his light around the room. There were beds here, seemingly empty, and his light illuminated tables between the beds, a desk against the far wall, and a cabinet set between two other closed doors off to their right

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[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he walked into the room. There was something in the air, a tension that just made his skin crawl and his back itch where his wings should have been. He gave a curt nod as he walked over to the cabinet, clenching and unclenching his fist as he half expected something to pop out at him.

He opened the cabinet and had to squint as the only light was from Daemon's flash light. "Some sort of syringes," he grunted, pulling a few out and uncapping one of the needles. "Empty though I doubt such a tiny pinprick will work as a suitable weapon."

[damned_monsters]

Shadows moved beneath the bed. They flowed and twisted until a shape was clear between the beds. It was dark black and mottled gray, blending into the darkness and difficult to see. There seemed to be no eyes on it, and when it moved its outline was almost canine. Lean and long. But its flesh was rotting and sickly, it had no fur, and its front legs ended in single, large claws that looked more like scythes than anything natural.

One could only wonder if it had a mouth in its deformed, eyeless head.

(fey)

[highlord_ofhell]

Something caught at the corner of Saetan's vision as he moved to check out the tables by the beds. "Don't dismiss those little pricks," he told Lucivar, and started to say, "Even--"

But he stopped and stared at the canine form. "We have company." As if they couldn't see for themselves. He backed off so the three of them could try to face this enemy together. He liberated one of his pens from the confines of his journal and held it at the ready like a knife.

[bastard_sadi]

Feeling a shiver tingle down his spine in warning, Daemon had spun around the moment the shadows started to move, his gaze going to the... thing emerging from beneath the beds even as Saetan called a warning to them.

Thinking quickly, he grabbed to wheeled stool from beneath the desk and rolled it towards his brother. The Eyrien was closer and could intercept the thing faster than he. "Lucivar, here!" he called the warning as he sent the stool rolling across the tile to his brother, even as his golden eyes searched the room for something he could use as a weapon besides the pens he was equipped with as well. He laid eyes on the metal tables placed between each of the beds before debating the distance and beds still separating him and the creature.

Knowing he could be of little help unarmed, he broke into motion, vaulting over the closest bed to him, the last in the row of six, and reached for the small table. It was unwieldy, but it would do.

[eyrien_prick]

The stool slid to his side as he caught sight of the creature emerging from the darkness. Lucivar smiled and calmly replaced the syringe in the cabinet and picked up the stool. This was what he had been waiting for. All of his rage and anger was focused on the creature and he rose to the killing edge. The muscles in his back flexed and in his mind his wings were spread, appearing like a menacing demon approaching his prey.

"So you're the first," Lucivar growled, taking a step towards the creature hoping to have all of it's attention directed to him. "Let's see how dangerous you truly are."

[damned_monsters]

The creature did have a mouth. A gaping maw full of razor sharp teeth. It snarled like a canine, attention turning to Lucivar. It seemed a simple thing, easily distracted and drawn to one prey.

It leapt, mouth open, front legs extended to rake down into flesh with those scythelike claws.

[highlord_ofhell]

Saetan mostly gave his better-armed son room and looked for something to better arm himself. Lucivar had disdained them, but Saetan thought the syringes could be very useful, especially if he could find something nasty to put into them. He kept one eye on the fight in case Lucivar and Daemon actually needed his help, and started to rummage through the cabinet. He took several syringes and started reading the labels of various bottles to see what choices he had for filling them.

[bastard_sadi]

"Be careful, Lucivar," Daemon called the warning, even as he rounded the end of the bed towards his brother. "I've heard injuries from certain things in this place can have nasty side-effects."

The thing leapt for Lucivar and his fist tightened about the small metal table he held, restraining himself from rushing in. Lucivar could fight, and he couldn't risk getting in the Eyrien's way, not yet.

Besides, his brother would no doubt be pissed at him if he spoiled Lucivar's chance at a good fight.

[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar was more then careful. He took a step back and to the side, watching the razor sharp claws before swinging the chair, aiming for the creature's legs. He wanted to break them and get rid of it's main weapons before turning the chair on it's head. Lucivar didn't necessarily want a fast kill but he didn't want to waste too much time killing the creature. They were looking for weapons, after all.

[damned_monsters]

The creature took the chair in its side and twisted, snapping out with its vicious teeth to try and latch on to its attacker's arm.

[highlord_ofhell]

Not finding anything useful or interesting to put in his little syringes, Saetan shoved a few between the pages of his journal with the pens. He picked up a beaker, one of the larger ones, and tested its heft. If Lucivar wasn't in such close range, he'd break it against the wall first, but for now he'd settle for it hitting and perhaps breaking against the creature. Saetan threw the beaker at the creature's head as hard as he could without resorting to his meagre reserve of Craft.

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon circled around behind the monster, golden eyes narrowed as he watched for an opening, appearing cool and calm and composed as his instincts guided his movements.

AS the thing lunged for Lucivar snarling and snapping at the Eyrien's arm, Daemon brought the small metal table around in a forceful arc, aiming it at the monsters hindquarters.

[eyrien_prick]

Lucivar easily abandoned the chair to jump back and away from the creature, it's jaws snapping much too close for comfort. "Fiesty," Lucivar laughed, not denying that he was having fun. He caught his father's movements out of the corner of his eye and he ducked, making sure he wasn't struck by whatever it was that Saetan had thrown.

"Watch it's legs," Lucivar shouted to Daemon, reaching for one of the small tables between the beds, needing some other weapon should the creature come after him once more.

[damned_monsters]

This was no simple creature, no common area monster, as easily distracted as it seemed. It twisted as it sensed danger, the table catching it a glancing blow - there was a groaning sound from the wound, such as wood straining. The sound it made was a mix of animal pain and anger. It whirled, growling and snarling at Daemon.

[highlord_ofhell]

Seeing that his throw had little effect, Saetan selected another beaker, also large, and broke it against the wall to have a sharp edge. Then he moved closer, to support the younger males better.

[bastard_sadi]

"Mother Night," Daemon muttered as he backed away from the creature that had now turned towards him, wondering at the sounds that had come from the thing. That was almost as horrible as the sight of whatever this misshapen creature was. Was this place responsible for that as well?

He kept the table between him and the creature, relieved at its length and awkward bulk this time as he pushed it forward to prod at the creature, trying to keep its attention on him long enough for the others to get in an attack.

"Be careful," he called, sensing his father circling in. "Its reach is probably longer than ours is."