Hiro had spent the entire evening curled up in his bed, under the blankets and facing away from his roommate. The one Soubi kept hitting on. And touching. And kissing. And.... Hiro cringed. Soubi was seriously messed up and....this guys feelings were none of Hiro's concerns. Any attempt at communication had been met with 'I'm not Soubi' and 'I'm sleeping'. He'd gotten in trouble with the nurses before arriving to his room. He'd refused to go, determined that they call Ritsuo. he couldn't stay here. He couldn't sleep and wake up believing lies again. Ritsuo was alive and he loved Hiro
( ... )
If he could trust his memory of the conversation from that morning, Hanatarou thought that Demyx had said his room was M76, and that...shouldn't be too far away. Right? Maybe he should've stopped to check his maps before leaving, but he'd been a little distracted by other things.
As they moved down the hall, though, he thought he could hear music coming from up ahead. That seemed to be a good sign, but as Hanatarou found the room he was looking for - which, yes, was the room where music was being played - he found the door already open. And someone standing there, someone who wasn't Demyx.
"Er," the healer observed, blinking up at the unfamiliar blond man before trying to look back into the room to see if he could see Demyx back there. "...hello?"
Everything had been going surprisingly smoothly up until Hanatarou said the name Demyx. At first Matt had tried to just convince himself that he'd somehow heard wrong, but there was really no denying it.
He had to keep up nonetheless, and he remembered now that his roommate was apparently a part of Demyx's band. Except Demyx couldn't be Demyx because Demyx didn't exist, and Matt found the headache from earlier starting to return already.
"Look, I..." But it was too late. They'd reached the door, and he was taken aback by the sound of soft music that had to be the product of the man he'd thought was some sort of Nobody. Someone else entirely was there to greet them, though, and Matt felt his stomach twist in anxiety.
"Sorry to... bother you," he muttered after Hanatarou's greeting. It looked like things weren't going to go very well after all.
At the sound of voices from the door, there was a startled 'ack!' sound from within the room, and the music cut off abruptly. In the space of a few seconds, Demyx had bounded off the bed to grin at Hanatarou from behind Soubi. "Hey, man! Uh, sorry about my roommate, he's being, um, extra weird tonight...and he's pretty weird most of the time..." He nudged Soubi's side. "Um, hey, out or in? 'Cause this is a friend of mine, and he can't come in with you standing there
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The intercom message sent a shiver down his spine, not only for the content, but also what it heralded. The beginning of the night, the doors unlocking, and time to implement his own plans.
The difficult part was going to be getting his weapons and leaving without raising Peter's suspicions about where he was going for the night. Of course, he could always lie again and let Peter leave first, but if the opportunity presented itself for him to slip away unnoticed, he wouldn't turn it down.
While Peter apparently couldn't wait to gather his equipment and leave, Brainiac 5 took a little longer to get up and look under the bed again, where he'd pushed the pipe back out of sight. He supposed he could explain it as a safety precaution...
"Oh my god."Brainiac 5 froze at Peter's shocked yelp, suddenly paranoid that he'd spotted the weapon and there'd be some awkward questions to explain, but when he slowly turned around, he saw the other boy removing a brightly coloured costume from the closet. The design and spider logo made it readily
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When Peter climbed in the closet to change, Brainiac 5 considered quietly picking up his own things and taking the opportunity to slip away. But... as much as he wanted to bring an end to his conflict with Grell, to make sure that no one else was hurt by the psychotic patient ever again, he was also reluctant to leave immediately. Then before he could really decide either way, Peter was coming back out of the closet in his costume.
Formfitting outfits were hardly anything new to him, though the mask was different. The Legion didn't need to hide who they were, and it was a little difficult to remember that not everyone else, especially in the distant past, had the same luxury. But still, it wasn't a bad costume, and Peter could have easily fitted in with the Legion given half the chance.
That made his chest ache a bit, but he swallowed the feeling and smiled. "It looks good," Brainy said. "But you might want to consider a bag as well."
[from here"M76, M76, M76." Each step that took Geoffrey further from his room brought beads of sweat to his forehead. He was terrified. The darkness reminded him of the dark nights he and Red had spent together, the light of the torch dimmed to keep their prey from noticing them. Shadows that twitched along the walls brought back images of women screaming, hands covering their faces as she slit their throats or he clamped a gloved hand over their mouths to keep them silent. Bad memories. Memories he no longer wanted. "M76. M...76
( ... )
He'd try and find out if Grell was, well, Grell or not first, he decided. He couldn't just attack someone, even after everything that had happened and even when he had trouble thinking of any other way to stop the threat the man presented. It was too easy to imagine the disappointment in Superman's eyes, the satisfied look (as much as it could be at any rate) on his ancestor's face. Superman had said heroes made choices, and he was starting to realise that sometimes that meant choosing a path that wasn't going to be easy--
There was a shape nearby, another patient indistinct in the dark, and while Brainiac 5 tensed up a little as he got closer, it didn't occur to him that anything might be wrong until deep red hair caught the light.
Grell. Here, in his hallway, waiting for him in the dark.
He didn't get to think about that any further; instinct mixed with fear jerked the hand holding the pipe up in an uncoordinated blow at the man, the red hair a good target even in the limited light.
This hallway was getting creepier the longer he was in it. People were coming and going and whenever someone passed him, Geoffrey jumped and fell against the wall. But each time, it was just someone going off to a different room. And no one seemed to be coming up and out of the hall yet, so maybe! Maybe he was in time and Brainy was still in his room!
With that little bit of hope, Geoffrey pushed away from the wall and then--
CRACK!
Stars and darkness exploded in front of his eyes and he heard a hollow thud echo in his own head, like the sound of book hitting the wall. Stumbling forward, he heard something clatter to the floor and then felt the jarring impact of his hands and knees smacking against the ground. Something had hit him from behind, but not hard enough to knock him out - or enough to kill him. A stunning blow? No, a blow that was meant to kill, wielded by hands unfamiliar with the act.
Someone is trying to kill you. Don't sit there like a daft fool! Run!For once, Geoffrey listened to Grell's voice and he
( ... )
Grell went down, and for a moment Brainiac 5 thought maybe he'd hit the man hard enough to be safe, to have time to think more and figure out a plan of what to do with him. But while the self-proclaimed death god had hit the floor hard, he was only stunned for a moment or two. Then he was moving with quick, desperate actions, trying to scrabble away and to safety in a way that might have seemed ironic if Brainiac 5 had been able to think beyond his own sudden fear
( ... )
Another silent dinner and Wally, quite frankly, was getting more than a little worried about that. Okay sure, last time he'd been the one asleep, but this was the second time Tony'd been out of it and he was understandably worried. He'd even tried waking the man a few times, but nothing normal, like shaking or yelling, had worked and Wally hadn't been game to try anything more extreme. Either the nurse brigade had really been having fun with drugging Tony, or something else was going on here.
Either way, there wasn't much he could do for the moment, other than make sure the other man looked reasonably comfortable before grabbing his own things and heading out. He hadn't seen Bruce or Bart, not to mention a few others he'd met here, in a while and Wally was determined to try and find someone he knew tonight and see if they were okay. Even if he had to search every part of the Institute to do it.
Jean kept to himself throughout dinner, savoring the meal almost delicately. The approach of night time reminded him of embarrassing memories, none of which he really cared to think about. The further out of his mind, the better.
He'd already been ready to head to bed when the Head Doctor began his nighttime announcements. Jean listened out of some misplaced sense of courtesy, but realized soon after it ended that the doors had somehow come unlocked. Weird, but that was precisely what had happened in his dream the night before.
He poked his head out the door knowing it was dangerous to leave if any of the other, more violent inmates had also gotten loose but curiosity was tugging at him. The previous night's delusions had seemed so real at the time and maybe exploring would give him some greater sense of reality, something that would help keep Zoro out of his head just long enough for him to get back home.
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If he could trust his memory of the conversation from that morning, Hanatarou thought that Demyx had said his room was M76, and that...shouldn't be too far away. Right? Maybe he should've stopped to check his maps before leaving, but he'd been a little distracted by other things.
As they moved down the hall, though, he thought he could hear music coming from up ahead. That seemed to be a good sign, but as Hanatarou found the room he was looking for - which, yes, was the room where music was being played - he found the door already open. And someone standing there, someone who wasn't Demyx.
"Er," the healer observed, blinking up at the unfamiliar blond man before trying to look back into the room to see if he could see Demyx back there. "...hello?"
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He had to keep up nonetheless, and he remembered now that his roommate was apparently a part of Demyx's band. Except Demyx couldn't be Demyx because Demyx didn't exist, and Matt found the headache from earlier starting to return already.
"Look, I..." But it was too late. They'd reached the door, and he was taken aback by the sound of soft music that had to be the product of the man he'd thought was some sort of Nobody. Someone else entirely was there to greet them, though, and Matt felt his stomach twist in anxiety.
"Sorry to... bother you," he muttered after Hanatarou's greeting. It looked like things weren't going to go very well after all.
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The difficult part was going to be getting his weapons and leaving without raising Peter's suspicions about where he was going for the night. Of course, he could always lie again and let Peter leave first, but if the opportunity presented itself for him to slip away unnoticed, he wouldn't turn it down.
While Peter apparently couldn't wait to gather his equipment and leave, Brainiac 5 took a little longer to get up and look under the bed again, where he'd pushed the pipe back out of sight. He supposed he could explain it as a safety precaution...
"Oh my god."Brainiac 5 froze at Peter's shocked yelp, suddenly paranoid that he'd spotted the weapon and there'd be some awkward questions to explain, but when he slowly turned around, he saw the other boy removing a brightly coloured costume from the closet. The design and spider logo made it readily ( ... )
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Formfitting outfits were hardly anything new to him, though the mask was different. The Legion didn't need to hide who they were, and it was a little difficult to remember that not everyone else, especially in the distant past, had the same luxury. But still, it wasn't a bad costume, and Peter could have easily fitted in with the Legion given half the chance.
That made his chest ache a bit, but he swallowed the feeling and smiled. "It looks good," Brainy said. "But you might want to consider a bag as well."
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He'd try and find out if Grell was, well, Grell or not first, he decided. He couldn't just attack someone, even after everything that had happened and even when he had trouble thinking of any other way to stop the threat the man presented. It was too easy to imagine the disappointment in Superman's eyes, the satisfied look (as much as it could be at any rate) on his ancestor's face. Superman had said heroes made choices, and he was starting to realise that sometimes that meant choosing a path that wasn't going to be easy--
There was a shape nearby, another patient indistinct in the dark, and while Brainiac 5 tensed up a little as he got closer, it didn't occur to him that anything might be wrong until deep red hair caught the light.
Grell. Here, in his hallway, waiting for him in the dark.
He didn't get to think about that any further; instinct mixed with fear jerked the hand holding the pipe up in an uncoordinated blow at the man, the red hair a good target even in the limited light.
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With that little bit of hope, Geoffrey pushed away from the wall and then--
CRACK!
Stars and darkness exploded in front of his eyes and he heard a hollow thud echo in his own head, like the sound of book hitting the wall. Stumbling forward, he heard something clatter to the floor and then felt the jarring impact of his hands and knees smacking against the ground. Something had hit him from behind, but not hard enough to knock him out - or enough to kill him. A stunning blow? No, a blow that was meant to kill, wielded by hands unfamiliar with the act.
Someone is trying to kill you. Don't sit there like a daft fool! Run!For once, Geoffrey listened to Grell's voice and he ( ... )
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Either way, there wasn't much he could do for the moment, other than make sure the other man looked reasonably comfortable before grabbing his own things and heading out. He hadn't seen Bruce or Bart, not to mention a few others he'd met here, in a while and Wally was determined to try and find someone he knew tonight and see if they were okay. Even if he had to search every part of the Institute to do it.
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He'd already been ready to head to bed when the Head Doctor began his nighttime announcements. Jean listened out of some misplaced sense of courtesy, but realized soon after it ended that the doors had somehow come unlocked. Weird, but that was precisely what had happened in his dream the night before.
He poked his head out the door knowing it was dangerous to leave if any of the other, more violent inmates had also gotten loose but curiosity was tugging at him. The previous night's delusions had seemed so real at the time and maybe exploring would give him some greater sense of reality, something that would help keep Zoro out of his head just long enough for him to get back home.
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