Nightshift 42: M101 - M110 Hallway

[longlivetehking]

It was too quiet.

As Scar shut the door of his room behind him, he couldn't shake the sense of foreboding. Waking in his room in the middle of the night without remembering how (after all, hadn't he been in that silly human town moments ago?) had been strange. But the lack of footsteps or noises that were usually present in the patient halls was

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[poolcuemurder]

He was a mess; doubled over on the ground and blood staining his skin, clothing, drying into and tangling his blond hair. The mask that usually covered his face so well had slid off and his empty, hollow eyes were in plain view. The only thing to come out of his mouth was a shaky, almost inaudible, moan of pain.

“Master Zato? You’re… alive?” He was alive. He was alive! Why wasn’t he saying anything? Was he hurt? Of course he was hurt--just look at him! After everything that happened, of course-

“Haa…” It sounded as though he were trying to form words, yet couldn’t manage to for all his strength. He was hurt. This was horrible, terrible, but Venom would fix it. He would carry him back to the Guild or find that doctor. Baldhead? Yes, either would do. Master Zato would live. He had sworn on his soul that the man would never come to harm ever again and he would not fail him now!

…What was he doing? He was standing now, getting closer and, somehow, Venom knew he should back away. Why did he look so mad? It wasn‘t like him to act this way. “Master Zato… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Haaaaa…” The shadows began rising from off the ground, forming claws and teeth, all pointed directly toward him. Master Zato lurched forward sickeningly, the black figures around him following the movement and attacking.

He did his best to block them, to evade, but they cut into his flesh regardless. “Gah!“ Why was he doing this?! “Please, sir, calm yourself… Please...”

They began cutting in deeper now, surrounding him, and he couldn’t move--

He bolted upright from the bed, hand reflexively reaching for the cue he kept at its side and surprisingly only caught air. Another nightmare… Why was he still having them?!

The Guild was fine now. Master Zato… he should be proud of him, shouldn’t he? He had resuscitated the Guild from near-extinction, had strengthened it and allowed it to thrive… Then why these constant visions in the night?! Why did he still feel so empty inside…?

There was a moment of eerie silence in the room as he contemplated to himself, head in his hands, the sound of his still-rapid breathing being the only thing to break it in this darkness. Venom sighed and shook his head, pulling his hair back down and over his face (that was odd. He didn‘t remember putting it up), then turned to check the edge of the bed to see if the cue had fallen down sometime in the ni-… This wasn’t his bed. This wasn’t-- what?

This was not even his chambers.

He tossed the covers off of himself and moved off the mattress, inspecting the room fully and quickly. It was obviously a cell of some kind. High-placed window, two beds (a roommate, then? How quaint), two desks, two chairs, two closets, one dresser… And yet the knob to the front door turned, opening to reveal a dark, empty hallway.

Was he still dreaming?

No, it didn’t feel like a dream anymore. Someone had managed to bring him here in the night, and he was not pleased with this. It was an unexpected and wholly unwelcome turn of events that needed to be righted immediately. Unfortunately, he hadn’t anything useful on him in case of an attack…

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[poolcuemurder]

The wooden pole in the closet held promise, yet it stayed firm regardless of how much pressure he placed on it. Stubborn he may be, but he wasn’t about to exert all his strength removing it from the wall--the knowledge of it and the screws keeping it in place was pushed aside for later use, if he found himself returning to this room. A more thorough search revealed a flashlight, a keyring and key (most likely belonging to this door, which struck him as strange), and a bundle of pens.

The assassin’s mind remained focused on the little key, turning the information over in his mind. They had left him not only a means to light the empty, seemingly unguarded hallways, kept the door unlocked, but also gave him a key to lock the door behind him if he wished to, despite having taken him against his will. This wasn’t the doing of the IPF, that was obvious enough. Could it have been the Post War Administration Bureau? Were they that willing to cause trouble that they would spark a war with the Assassin’s Guild? It would be costly and most unwise on their part to do so, but if it was not them…

Whoever had done this, it looked as if they were wanting to play a game with him. He removed the offensive shirt he had found himself in, turned on the flashlight, and began traversing through the hallways, pens in hand. He wasn’t going to lose.

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