Night 48: Decontamination Room

[anemptydecapo]

[La la la, from here~]After another loud snap of breaking wood, the second door opened up into familiar darkness (though Venom made sure to quickly grasp onto the side of it to keep it from slamming noisily against the wall. Silly, yes, since he already made such a ruckus breaking open the damn thing, but that didn't give him an excuse to take on

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[anemptydecapo]

[From here]

Even if he had gone through this room before and therefore should have been able to rush through to the chapel, he still kept his every movement measured and careful. It was more difficult now to use the wall for support, of course - with the pillowcase serving its purpose and holding the fragile items it did, he had to carry his makeshift cue in his other hand. Three fingers had to wrap around the wooden shaft while the rest pressed against the wall, fingertips feeling for the way back to where he came.

It was irritating, but it wasn't the end of the world.

[ Back this way~]

[runner_up_robot]

[from here]

Forte relaxed just a little as they left the hall. This next room was a weird one, made up of a few small rooms in a row, but he pressed on, shining his light in each nook and corner he could see.

[brooklynisangry]

Nothing here either. So, what were they getting all excited about again? It wasn't so much that he was discounting what Forte'd said (well, maybe just a little), but he was just sort of waiting for something cool to happen.

[runner_up_robot]

Forte continued to lead Beelzemon along silently, turning into the lab, which sounded empty. Still no monsters, or even other patients for a while. He wasn't entirely sorry - not that he didn't want a fight, but he was starting to think it would be better to get the sharp weapons first, then get in the fight.

[to here]

[7_to_midnight]

[ From here. ]

...And it looked like the selection was "nothing," at least in this room.

Sylar frowned, his flashlight moving from one bare corner to the other. Benches, lockers, and a couple of partitions were about all there was to see... along with a door, off to his right.

He lowered the flashlight and raised an eyebrow at Grell.

"I'm guessing this isn't the interesting part."

[deadlyjuliet]

Grell found Sylar's disappointment to be quite endearing. Humans always thought the prize was just beyond the next door whenever he paused like that. The slight letdown of not finding what he wanted was honey-sweet and the death god couldn't help but smirk a little as Sylar moved his torch over the benches, lockers and other bare essentials in this boring room.

Stepping in and up next to Sylar, the god slid his glance sideways, meeting raised eyebrow with an amused one of his own. "Indeed, it isn't. This way, dearest."

Moving forward, Grell sauntered through the very door Sylar had spotted earlier, the chainsaw over his shoulders, glinting in the dark.

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