Night 58: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor

[for_a_song]

[From here.]Gren stepped into the dark corridor, sweeping his flashlight around to illuminate the hall. He'd made enough noise opening the door that there wasn't much point in stealth, and he'd prefer to know if there was something lurking around sooner, rather than later

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[corvus_veritas]

Byrne almost hadn't been expecting to enter another corridor filled with doors. (What had he been expecting, exactly?) But that wasn't bothering him so much as the emptiness of it all, especially after the amount of noise Gren had made breaking open the door. No guards were rushing out to attack them, no alarms were going off, nothing. There was just a painful silence to greet them here, and it made him anxious. Something didn't feel right.

And then there were the doors, which all seemed to be tightly locked from the first few Byrne began to investigate. Was this the right area after all? If it was, how did they know which door was the right one? Out of curiosity, the prosecutor pressed the side of his head against one of the doors for a moment, trying to see if he could hear anything on the other side. Nothing. That was just great.

He looked over at his traveling companion and frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not sure how easily we can break one of these down."

[damned_monsters]

The two patients may have been too preoccupied to feel a sudden change come upon the air around them. Nothing moved in the darkness, but perhaps the hairs on the back of Byrne and Gren's neck stood on end. Their instincts realized what their intelligence could not.

That air began to feel heavy and oppressive, growing colder as something unseen drew closer. It started as a whimper through the hallway, maybe like a door opening or closing in the distance, until a flicker of light that illuminated a faint blue color crackled beside the two patients. Eventually the sparks began to coalesce into a translucent figure, a boy in tattered clothing, with eyes like sunken coals.

[Claire]

[for_a_song]

"It was probably too much to hope that it would be easy," he replied. Maybe if they had keys, but he had no idea how you'd even go about obtaining such a thing, or if it was even possible.

And then, somewhere in the dark, there was a sound, accompanied by a feeling in the air that screamed 'something is very wrong.' His grip tightened on the shovel he held, and he backed up a few steps as what started as a flicker of light coalesced into a shape.

One he didn't think his shovel was going to be able to handle.

"Please tell me you see that."

He didn't think he was quite crazy enough to be hallucinating ghosts. Not ones he didn't recognize, at any rate.

[corvus_veritas]

Byrne felt the heaviness of the air and shivered before the cold even hit his skin. When he heard a strange whimpering sound coming from...somewhere, he took a moment to make sure his gun's safety was off before he began looking around for the source of the sound, even going so far as to press his back against the nearest door for security measures. Better to be safe than sorry.

Oh, he saw what Gren was seeing alright, and he was privately thankful he wasn't the only one who could. That faint light that formed into the shape of a young boy, his eyes hidden in shadow...what the hell? Byrne's eyes widened slightly, unable to look away.

"I-I do. What is that?" he muttered, feeling more and more uneasy by the second. And was it dangerous? It couldn't be a hallucination if Gren was seeing it too, could it?