Night 57: Infirmary

[antiheroed]

[ from here]For as direct as they were being, Riku understood how much of this section of Landel's remained unexplored. They were so focused on acquiring the drug that it hadn't occurred to them to stop-or, if it had, it was a thought stopped by his frustration with his partner for the night. To think he pushed off some old man because he thought he

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[deadlyjuliet]

[from hereThe infirmary was much like any other he'd seen. Or almost like them. It was white, plain and had an obnoxiously fake sky painted on the ceiling. Did people honestly believe such things made patients writhing in pain feel better? Have a look at some fluffy clouds while you're groaning from a bullet wound to the shoulder. If you're lucky, you'll get an infection and die from it so you can join the clouds. Grell glanced up at the ceiling, shrugged, and moved forward, edging around the other two still within the room

[deadlyjuliet]

Hmph. Nothing. There was no rush like the last time; no sudden feeling of power rushing through his veins. He still felt entirely mortal and, on top of that, completely disappointed. If they were going to give them medicine, they should at least do something. Either something good or something horrific. He wouldn't mind seeing a few of the patients suddenly drop dead after taking the drugs and yet nothing happened. A bit, fat nothing.

With a sigh, Grell tossed the cup back onto the table and turned to walk out. As he left, he hefted the chainsaw, no longer caring if people saw him or not. The expected result had not been reached and now all Grell wanted to do was go out and kill something to release this unholy frustration he felt.

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