Nightshift 20: Soccer/Recreational Field

[0bnoxious]

[ from here ]As Albel navigated through the hallways, he decided to go a completely different way then he went last night. However, he had no idea where he was heading. Eventually, he reached the end of the hallway he was currently in and found himself staring at a door. He briefly wondered if it was locked. He turned the door handle

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[thebloodyacacia]

He stood, unmoving, untouched, in the center of the soccer field, helmet perfectly still, arms hanging limp at his sides.

In his left hand, he clutched a spear, the point tilted down and resting in the earth.

[still_free]

[ From here. ]

The first thing Mal did as he stepped outside was lift his head to the sky. There weren't many stars out and none of them seemed to be in any patterns he was familiar with. Wash would probably have had a better idea, but there was no point in dwelling on that.

Once he leveled his gaze forward, he noticed that there was someone ahead of him. He glanced over his shoulder at Zelos. There was a good chance the figure was simply another patient wandering around just the same as they were, but Mal wasn't a trusting man. It was best to be cautious if he didn't want to get killed.

"Who's there?" he called out, already falling into a defensive stance.

[pimp_plan]

[From here]

Mal seemed to enjoy the fresh air as well. It was a welcome change from the stuffy atmosphere inside.

Zelos spotted the other figure in the field as well, and understood Mal's distrust. He made his half cocked grin and nodded in understanding.

"Give us a heads up if you're a bad guy!" Zelos called out after Mal. He did it because annoying the older guy was kind of fun, but also because friend or foe, they'd know soon anyway.

[0bnoxious]

Albel nearly jumped at the voices comming from behind him, but he quickly regained his composure. He turned around and flared his flashlight in the direction of the source of the noise. There were three people, two males, one female. Albel got annoyed with the maggots making so much noise. If anything was around here, it probably would've noticed them by now. Especially because the man was ill equiped for a battle. The only thing he had was a flashlight.

"And what if I was a badguy, hmmm?" Albel replied to the redhead - apparantly called Zelos according to the lady, his face twisting into a smirk. He crossed his arms. "It totally depends on what you define as a 'bad guy'."

If only Albel hadn't turned around, he might've noticed a very familiar creature standing in the middle of the field. But, since his back was turned, he didn't.

[thebloodyacacia]

The voices echoed across the empty field, but if he heard them, he made no move. He simply stood, spear down, helmet straight, body as stiff as if it had been carved out of marble.

[still_free]

In Mal's experience, it wasn't a good idea to respond in such a way when people were already suspicious of you. So he didn't know what the man - who he now realized was close to Zelos' age - thought he was doing.

When a girl came up from behind, he glanced over his shoulder at her. They had been close to the female block, then. Well, most likely. How had they missed it? Well, there was no point in worrying about that now. He was outside and he planned to have a look around.

He glanced at Zelos, who apparently knew the girl (he apparently knew a lot of girls), before stepping further onto the field and therefore closer to the first stranger. Was it possible they could find a way out? There was only one way to know, so he stepped past dark-haired stranger to see what laid ahead.

[pimp_plan]

Zelos turned as he heard a familiar voice whisper his name. It was the cutie from breakfast.

"Aerith!" he greeted, always happy to see a familiar face, especially when it was a female. He noticed her caution and held out an arm in invitation. "Don't be so shy. Come closer to me, and I'll keep you safe."

He grinned at the other man's response. Nice one. "You have a point," Zelos said fairly. "As long as you aren't going to give us any trouble, I think we can call you an acquaintance for now."

Zelos looked over at Mal again, who once more seemed to be taking the lead. Peering past the older man, he thought he saw something in the distance, but it was so dark that it could have just been his eyes tricking him.

[0bnoxious]

"Acquaintance, huh?" Albel said with a smirk. "I'm honoured" sarcasm dripped from his voice. Causing trouble? He wasn't particularly threatened by these people, but he knew that 'causing trouble' wouldn't gain him anything. Not in this place. These maggots seemed patients just like himself.

The captain shot a glance at the person walking past him, not saying a word. He turned around and noticed that something was there, in the middle of the field. It stood perfectly still, like a statue. The darkness made it hard to see it's shape, and his flashlight didn't reach far enough for him to see.

Perhaps it was a statue? But he already knew that wasn't true - besides the fact it was a rather unlogic place to put a statue. His crimson eyes glared at the person/object as he followed the other man to the middle of the field. Whatever the shape was, Albel was curious to find out.

As he came closer to this shape, his heart skipped a beat as soon as he could make out what was standing there in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks,

[thebloodyacacia]

As the beams of flashlights grew nearer and began to reveal the tall, corded body to the arrivals, he still did not move. Yellowed skin looked even more sickly than usual in the dim glow of the handheld lights; the blood-encrusted apron's shadows deepened with the outside night.

In only a few moments, though, the flashlights grazed over his helmet-head. The moment one beam passed across the thin slit on the side of the helmet, he turned - his head slowly moving to the side to aim the front point at the field's visitors.

Other than that, he did not move.

[still_free]

It didn't take long for the figure standing in the middle of the field to become somewhat visible. For some reason, Mal's instinct was to stop. Usually he wasn't one to be cautious, but there was something about the silhouette that gave him a bad feeling.

Apparently he wasn't the only one, since the younger man near him seemed tense himself. He glanced quickly over his shoulder at the rest of the group and sighed.

As the flashlights revealed the unnatural head of whatever it was, along with the gritty skin and red-splattered cloth, Mal started to wonder if they were in the right place. It figured that going outside would go hand in hand with danger.

There was an obvious question - what is that thing? - but Mal kept it to himself. The second question would be what to do about this predicament. Fighting seemed like a horrible idea, seeing that he didn't have a gun while that thing appeared to have some manner of weapon.

The captain turned to Zelos. "Were you going to show me how much of a vision you are?" he asked with a smirk.

[pimp_plan]

Zelos winked at Aerith and he leaned in playfully. "I promise."

He noticed the other kid - whoever he was - had seen that thing in the field along with them, and he didn't seem to happy to see it. Zelos pointed his flashlight in its direction, taking note of the pointy object in its hand and decided he wasn't too happy to see it either. He made sure Aerith was behind him as he turned

[0bnoxious]

Fleeing wasn't something that Albel did very often, but the captain wasn't too fond of throwing himself into a battle he had no chance of winning.

That didn't mean Albel was a coward, he'd face death if it stood in front of him and spit it in it's face while he was at it. But voluntarily throwing yourself into a battle you can't even hope to win was both reckless and foolish, even in his eyes. Especially when you were at a disadvantage, and Albel doubted his current...acquintances were better equiped then he was.

It didn't mean Albel was very happy with this situation though. It hurt his pride majorly to admit it, but it seemed wise to be cautious and avoid fighting with this monster.

He clenched his teeth in frustration, unsure what to do.

[thebloodyacacia]

As the group spoke, he merely stood, helmet facing them but otherwise refusing to move.

But when they fell silent, his entire body turned, and Pyramid Head began to stride towards them. No longer were his movements slow and jerky, as if he weren't used to walking in this body. No, he moved purposefully, his left hand lifting his spear up from the ground to point directly at the group.

And without his sword to weigh him down, he was much faster.

Too much faster.