Night 47: Main Hallway, 2-Center

[donetakinorders]

[from here]It was times like this he had to wonder if he was the only damn person in this place who still cared about finding the fastest way home possible. Which probably wasn't true, but hell. Seeing as the only people he'd worked with so far had 'stealing books' as a goal or were setting up training nights, it was no damn wonder he was feeling

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[thatmaskedchick]

This was all kinds of wrong. Ruby wasn't supposed to be hurt. She wasn't supposed to be slowed by a stupid little cut to the leg. She wasn't supposed to feel hunger or be physically able to fall asleep or any one of the dozens of little wrong things she had felt since finding herself in this insane place. She was a demon, not a human. Humans broke. They could be damaged and discarded like toys, however often as was needed. Demons could be royal pains in the ass sometimes, but at least they couldn't be killed in a thousand messy ways. Ruby had picked the winning side, in that sense.

Except that suddenly it was like she was playing for the other team.

Her leg was bleeding fairly heavily, soaking what remained of her pantleg in enough blood that it made moving even more difficult. It slowed her down enough that there was basically nothing she could do to avoid the other swords. Sam's weight on one side, propping her up, limited the ways she could move. The first sword got her leg just above the knee, the second on her hip.

"I'm going to kill that bitch," she gasped. Iron and salt and most of the other traditional ghost-hunting toolkit were off-limits to her, being a demon and all, but she'd think of something.

[exbride]

All three of them were bleeding now. Anthy had enough swords on her to keep this up for a long time.

Dean kept his distance from the other two and moved on quickly, as soon as he was free. The other two were slouching along, so she focused on them -- if one of the three escaped, she did not mind. If he was in any way associated with the other patients, then he might very well run on back.

A sword came swiping past Ruby's cheek directly after she spoke, almost close enough to nick her face without quite touching it. A taunt or a retort, perhaps. The blades that had clattered to the floor all rose at once and made to encircle the slow moving targets, hissing out furious human whispers as they moved to gather together and close off escape, sharp ends pointing in.

There was an opening, but Ruby and Sam would have to be quick.

[allroadslead]

Sam grunted. "One thing at a time."

With all the action and distractions with, you know, deadly projectiles, he hadn't caught it at first, but he could hear it now. Whispering, quiet but audible, and almost snakelike, and he thought: Great, it comes with sound effects.

A scrape along the floor as the swords started to shudder upright. He hesitated for a split second, searching frantically for an option that wouldn't get them skewered in ten different places, and he didn't hesitate when he spotted their only shot. A gap, maybe not even large enough, but they'd live, and that was all he'd ask for.

He pushed Ruby ahead as much as he could while still supporting her, moving fast and hoping to hell that Dean would be right behind them.

[assuming it's cool for us to escape? D: moving here, if so.]