Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[bastard_sadi]

[Coming from here.]

Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was

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[toxicspiderman]

[from here]The floor, walls, and a bit of the ceiling of the hallway looked like the outtakes of a slasher film. S.T. had smelled worse. Most of this was fresh. It only took a few molecules of putrescine to short out the part of the brain that kept the gag reflex under conscious control, even with a normal nose, but all of this was fresh. Correction -- most of it. He swallowed hard, and thanked experience

[meanandgreen]

Crazy? No. So far everything had been pretty par for the course. Weird things happened to him and his brothers so often you could set your watch to it. Call it karma, call it Turtle Luck, but most of Raph's teenage life has only proved that being a mutant freak doesn't make you the weirdest thing out there.

When they entered the hallway, he'd been expecting chaos, but the amount of gore that covered the floor and walls was enough to make him grimace. He's seen death before. He's seen plenty of violence and war, but this? This looked like a freakin' massacre

[toxicspiderman]

Wooden ninjas? Guy might not have as much trouble adjusting as Sangamon had. Then again, smashed rat was freaking him out. Maybe he was a vegetarian. S.T. had seen worse at a BBQ

[meanandgreen]

Sounded like the Outbreak all over again. Though cockroaches the size of his shoe sounded a lot better than one the size of a minivan with half a human's face. That was something he'd rather not experience again.

But the ninja thing caught him off guard. What was this, some kind of Foot run operation? He wouldn't put it past people like Shredder or Stockman, but all of this really wasn't Karai's style. Much as he hated to admit it, she had more class than that.

Still, he couldn't help being paranoid. He definitely wasn't in a hurry to trust the guy, but again, he didn't have much choice. If there was a chance his brothers could be at the end of that hallway, he'd take it. The possibility of monster squirrels didn't bother him in the least because seriously? Who's afraid of a squirrel? Even with his new awkward monkey body he could handle that. The bugs, on the other hand

[toxicspiderman]

Roaches were chump change. Even giant mutant post-apocalyptic roaches. S.T. kicked one that strayed away from the feast to look at them with his good leg. That flipped it up onto its back, legs waving. S.T. crunched it with the pipe. When he lifted up the pipe, the roach came with it, still wiggling

[meanandgreen]

Raph growled in disgust as S.T. smashed the roach into a wriggling mass of legs and goo. Forget the weapon, he thought, time to put these boots to good use.

But the guy was still blathering on about uniforms and mental institutions, making his way toward the main hall like he was just strollin' through the park.

Much as Raph really, really wanted to go crazy playing exterminator, there was a chance his brothers could be waiting for him on the other side of that threshold. If he wanted to find them, he had to keep it together. No more wasting time.

With less than a moment's hesitation, he ducked out into the main hall after his guide's retreating shadow.

[Following S.T. here]