Nightshift 25: Cafeteria
[From Here]Slipping into next room, Cloud allowed the door to click shut at his back as he looked around. Now this was a place he could easily recognize from his early days. This had to be a cafeteria, if the long tables and the arrangement spoke of anything. He had paid many of his days away in Boot Camp at arrangements just like this
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"Augh..." The cold surface wasn't something he had in mind when he landed on the Cafeteria's floor, one hand still wrapped in a death grip on Demyx's wrist with both of his crutches sprawled a few feet away. Axel sucked in a lungful of air before attempting to pull them further out of harm's way.
"Remind me never to travel with this many people ever again."
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Axel had a good point there. Demyx sent a glance back into the room. The others were still in there, right? Demyx had lost grasp of what was happening as the crazy woman began reaching towards him. Good thing Axel had pulled him out of the way; he had pretty much frozen at the time. Looked like Axel had saved his ass yet again.
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"Xigbar isn't going to be happy with this..." And once more he was stuck some miniscule accomplishment for the night, leaving him to wonder if he was doomed with something like this for the rest of his stay in Landel's.
"Did that thing touch you anywhere?" But for now, he might as well work on what was in his boundaries, and at the moment that meant seeing if his 'daring' rescue actually did his 'damsel' any good.
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"No, I'm fine." He held back a shudder at the thought of what that woman could have done to him. Sure, he was no somebody, but his body was close enough that her touch probably would have done something to him, like that one guy in there. Demyx was quite glad that he hadn't suffered the same fate. "Thanks."
Still, Axel didn't have to pull him so hard. Ow, did it smart.
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Envy heaved, eyeing the cafeteria. A few other patients; looked clear enough, and oddly enough, the tremendous energy outside didn't seem to penetrate the building walls. A sudden tremor in his leg made him suddenly aware of his self imposed injuries.
"Shit," he breathed, trying not to lower his guard, though he let the bar he was still clutching clamor to the floor. He pulled back his sleeves, unwrapping the bandages that had doubled as holsters for his now broken glass shards, hissing as he did so. The wound on his leg was bleeding through the fabric and reminding him of the stupidity of fighting with such weak weapons on his person. He looked to Lyta.
"I dropped my flashlight," he said, deadpan.
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Lyta couldn't hold herself up any longer. She sank down to the floor, damp with sweat and breathing heavily. It didn't matter. Hell, she didn't care that they'd failed again, they had gotten out of there.
"You're hurt."
Everything seemed almost dreamlike, surreal. It was the exhaustion. It threatened to overtake her - she was shaking. But she refused to draw any attention to it. She'd been here before, been to this point where she felt as though all her life had been sucked out of her. She'd recover.
She always did.
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Strangely enough, the arm where Lust had bitten him was the least affected; a shallow cut there. By some miracle, the syringes banded alongside the glass hadn't popped. But then, they seemed to be constructed of some kind of strong plastic rather than glass. Lyta didn't seem injured externally; that was good. He supported himself shakily against a wall, feeling some responsibility to remain standing, as he fished glass pieces out of his other arm, flinching all the while. At least there was some assurance that these knives would have properly hurt like a bitch had he ever taken the chance to use them properly ( ... )
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