NIGHTSHIFT 23: HALL CONNECTING M BLOCKS
[[From hereThe quiet and darkness were almost unsettling, in their own way. He couldn't even hear his own foot-steps as he stalked quietly along, and his breathing was silent as well
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No sign of Cletus Kasady. Strange. Eddie Brock would've expected to see the other Host prowling the halls, but it was possible he'd slept in. Or just went ahead. Fine; they didn't need another to hunt successfully and it beat having to fight over the scraps and risking injury over who got that last chunk of bleeding brains. Besides, if he did get some kind of food poisoning from trying to feed from a non-human, he'd rather suffer alone then have someone saying I-told-you-so.
Moving down the halls, Brock avoided what few patients he could see roaming their lengths. His Other, by now, was wide awake and, as usual, taking the backseat driver's approach, hitching a ride and making minor adjustments in their shared body to make. It, as well, as also curious about what was in the Chapel - where the devout kneel, which translated to a place of human worship - and they both had to recall a thrilled shudder remembering the last similiar place they'd been in. It'd been the church that fateful night, with the terrible sounding of the bells, and that feeling on his - Brock's - shoulder of another thing plopping on his shoulder and feeling wet and unquestionably alive.
Oh yes, they certainly had interesting experiences in these places of devotion.
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