Nightshift 51: M51-M60 Hallway

[zack_fair]

[M57 and the hallway.]The head doctor's mention of sleep studies just got under Zack's skin, but he knew that he couldn't spread himself too thin. It was impossible to be in more than one place at once, obviously, and he'd already dedicated himself to going to the basement. There would be other patients who had decided to help those poor people

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[notstealing]

[M57 andddd the hallway.]This wasn't creepy at all

M55

[sixth_attack]

The night was anew, and Sechs was set to pursue his goal. Donned in his battle outfit, and with the help of his machete's reflective blade, bearing a bold, scribbled "6" on his forehead, the Replica gathered his belongings before opening the door. His pockets were stuffed full of his maps, his radio and the mysterious ring he found the night before. The machete he inherited from Will was tucked behind his back beneath his belt while his hands held his axe and flashlight.

It was time for another night of finding the truth.

[To here.]

[tsunagari]

Sai left his room looking concerned. Or at least he'd look that way to anyone familiar with his near-lack of expression in general. The reason for this concern was his roommate - or rather his lack of. Despite leaving his candied apple sitting aside where the other boy would be able to get it, the blond had never showed. Had he been taken for experimentation? This was the night for it. The thought was worrisome, and even though he knew he could do very little about it, the ninja still considered asking Artemis if there could be a change in plans to allow for him to go to his rescue.

It shouldn't be necessary, he told himself. Honey had plenty of friends who'd be after him as soon as it was apparent he was missing. It wasn't his responsibility. But this place had done its fair share of tormenting to himself and his friends. Honey seemed far too innocent to deserve anything like that.

He'd have to check on him in the morning. For now, he had someone to meet with.

[to here]

M58

[purpletaint]

Silence speaks in ways unseen. And so the time passed with murmurings and mutterings of the sort, wishing still for silence, for guesses. Except untrue! Wasn't it?! He knew perfectly well. Perfectly well. Perfectly well. That Nigredo wanted his own death. Didn't want to stay with him. Albedo knew well that a sibling wished to slip from his grasp faster and faster than time was already taking. Faster than chance would see fit. Old age and accidents were not what Nigredo wanted. Nigredo wished to die--

And as many times, in as many languages, that Albedo said it, it never made it okay.

When the other body in the room saw fit to leave, the murmurings halted. To be replaced by a keening wail that Albedo himself was only half aware of. Worse. It was worse. So perfectly worse than a twin's brief comfort. Than sobbing in the baby's arms. Than mumbling incoherencies to a stranger. It was worse to be alone like this. To be alone like thisTo be alone

Re: M58

[falseblack]

[From here.]

By now, he would admit his current actions were folly. It was a siren's call he never meant to heed, and for all his indifference and dwindling care, it would be a brother's cry that would reach Nigredo. Tears were a weakness; it was a case as old as the youngest himself. Even when nothing remained as his reward, when separation was his only wish, he had to reach.

There existed no other choice. Rubedo was gone. The responsibility fell on the remaining brother. Even if, even if

Re: M58

[purpletaint]

Lingering scraps of faltering reason would have him noting, from a small place in his mind, something familiar treading close. It begged familiar, like a night since past, of his own feet being led towards something he wouldn't have guessed. Someone. Of a crippling need and a hope draining away. If only. If only that remained. Draining? Gone. Gone and passed, like a dream from a time since passed

Re: M58

[falseblack]

He remained still and allowed the seconds to pass, to spill into minutes as breaks in his brother traversed deeper. The spoken words soon dulled to senseless noise, and Nigredo wondered why he couldn't bring himself to sympathy. Albedo was crying. If he was more or less than what he was now, Nigredo would only feel displeasure at the act. He would have attempted to calm the other through patience and quiet behavior, despite wanting to tear at the insides of his ears to stop the sound. But here, there was nothing. Only a persistent inertia. The youngest playing the part of invisible witness, like his presence did not matter

Outside M60

[divinebrushwork]

[ From here ]

She was here!
. . . . But nobody else was.

Amaterasu lowered her head a little, wondering if she hadn't been late at all. Maybe she was early. If that was the case, than Honey was probably still inside his room. The goddess softly rapped upon his door, tilting her head to the side while she waited for an answer.

But no answer came.

"Hello?" she called. "Honey? Takashi?"

Re: Still Outside M60

[divinebrushwork]

A long time had passed and there was still no sign of the club. Perhaps the others weren't coming after all? But what about Honey? Wasn't he here, too?
The goddess pawed at the door before her and twisted the handle. She pushed it open gently and shined her flashlight inside.

Empty.

There was nobody there.

". . . Honey . . . . . ?"

No reply.
Amaterasu closed the door behind her and sank down against the hallway walls. She was a patient creature. She wasn't about to give up and head back. Even if it meant waking up in her room again, she was going to wait for Honey and the others.