Night 49: Weapons Range

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[From here.]Edgar had half-expected the same dizzying feeling he'd felt all night as he entered the room, but the sensation never came. No matter. There were other concerns on his mind: this room was as well-lit as the last. Were they meant to be connected? The last doors had taken them from one random room to another without any discernible

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The cats that roamed the grounds were commonplace, but this one, this one was different. Its much larger, long canines and patches of short, tanned fur marked it as very large mountain lion as opposed to an oversized housecat.

Though the place was lit, the big cat had no problem sitting squarely visible, so quiet and still, it was a statue that almost blended in with its surroundings except for the twitch of the tail when the room's occupants entered.

When it stood, its body stretched to almost nine feet in length. Aside from the rotting patches of fur, its eyes were so bloodshot the irises might as well have been red. It didn't concern itself with hiding in wait, instead standing there patiently as it tracked its prey.

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Thankfully, when Gren stepped through the doorway this time, the laws of physics and logic seemed to be behaving themselves. There was no nasty lurch in the pit of his stomach, just a seamless transition from one room to another, doors working the way they were meant to work.

It was just as bright in this room, which he supposed was a blessing. No worrying about things lurking in the shadows. He opened his mouth to reply to Edgar when he caught a glimpse of something just past the blond man's shoulder. What was--

Right. Monsters. There were apparently monsters in this place. Well, that explained the terrifying jungle cat... thing that was staring at them like they might be fun to bat around the room until they were nothing but mangled corpses.

"I... really hope that thing has gas in it," he managed, wondering just how frightful the expression on his face was at the moment. It was probably a sight to see.

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"Hm?" Edgar turned, his eyes landing on something he hadn't seen in his initial scan of the room: a giant, cat-like beast was now standing on the far side of the room, its body in a state of decay. He returned the beast's gaze, knowing better than to trust it to be tame.

"No time like the present to find out," he said, his hand finding the starter cord, his eyes still locked on the beast. Most times, he'd at least give the sneaky approach a try, favoring a quiet attempt to peacefully pass through the room over one that involved violence; however, given the circumstances and on-goings of the institution, he had no doubt this monster wasn't going to let them pass without some sort of resistance. Better safe than sorry, especially when in the company of someone who was ultimately unarmed.

He gave the cord a quick pull, then one more- the chainsaw roared to life in his hands, announcing his readiness to fight.

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In response to the growling chainsaw, the lion let out a sound that should've been the natural roar of a big cat, but instead sounded like the piercing screams of a dying woman. A chilling echo remained even after the cat shut its jaws again.

It stalked closer, carefully circling. Its paws left smears of red on the floor, only it moved in a way that made it clear it wasn't injured, or at least that it didn't consider its flayed paws an injury.

One second it was still, and the next it shot off like a bullet. Other predators might've taken out the easier prey first, but this one had no such reservations. It aimed straight for the one with the chainsaw, darting left and launching at the man's side. It covered the distance in a flash with an easy leap, sharp claws ready to tear the flesh of whatever it caught hold of.