Night 18: Hallway Near Waiting Room 2/Doctor's Offices

[dawning_dreams]

"Hell if I know," Cid growled back, not quite liking the demanding tone Brock was taking but at the same time likening it to his own mode of speech. "Didn't you hear the announcement on the intercom earlier? Fucker's insinuating some weird shit and I'm guessing the patients he mentioned are a part of it

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[blacksustenance]

Brock skidded to a halt as he saw the chainsaw arc through the air, buzzing angrily, and then promptly tore almost right fucking through the blond kid. A spray of red blood and gore erupted from the gaping wounds, sending a wet splash of crimson at those unfortunate to be closest to the kill. Brock found himself rooted to the spot for a moment as his eyes took in the fine, nitty gritty details of the kill. As kills went, it was clumsy. Brutal but clumsy. He supposed he should feel some pity for the blond kid, but he was dead before he hit the floor, and there was really no sense in feeling sorry for what was just a mangled hunk of still-warm flesh.

Fresh meat, the symbiote shivered despite itself. It yearned, pulling even though it knew they were both not starving.

The world suddenly turned from the threat with the chainsaw, from Cid and the others, to the pitiful, tempting, beautiful corpse just lying there, with the best parts still intact. Brock quivered, even though he knew that whatever Alex did meant that they didn't have to eat to keep the pangs away (yet), and only started when he heard someone clapping a few feet away.

It was that youngling symbiote with the red-haired host. The fucker was actually applauding the kill. Brock had half of a mind to cuff some sense and maturity into the idiot, but found that he had more pressing matters. There was another symbiote and if he was like they were, they'd soon realize that this was essentially a free meal, young or not.

Competition.

Brock wasted no time in heading for the corpse, feeling as if he was being pulled then moving of his own accord, aware of the symbiote practically salivating in anticipation.

[reduxvalentine]

As one laudably clapped and one dove desperately for the bloody corpse of its kill, it was almost too distracted to notice the sudden charge of two more.

Almost.

Shrieking in unfortunately unavoidable pain as metal struck it from all sides, many sensitive but a few devastatingly detrimental, it doubled over as suddenly the citrus sweet stench of deadly noxious fumes rose steadily from its body, permeating the thick air.

It paused in its wake of toxin, staggering as the bodies around it weakened and ceased their attacks. Its body was twitching, convulsing, wracked with pain and almost defeated even as the heavy poison settled through the hallway.

Vincent collapsed lifelessly to the floor, and everyone else only seconds after.

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