Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 0:06:34 GMT -5
The asylum was an impossibly top-heavy building, inverted and twisted, in the middle of the street. It looked like it had been dribbled there like an edifice of wet sand: a creation which crunched up its base but left the upper floors strangely elongated. No two of its windows were the same shape or size. One seemed to be drifting across the face of the structure, offering a continuously changing view of different shades of darkness. Some were shuttered. All were barred. Chains walked unconcernedly down the deserted street, his eyes fixed on the asylum ahead. Its once intact perimeter wall had been blasted outwards and chunks of rubble of immense size littered the immediate ground before it. There would be no need to force an entrance of any kind. Whatever security that had once held this place together was long destroyed and now only the presence remained somewhere in the labyrinthine heart. He leapt to the top of a boulder-sized chunk of wall, on the street directly before the building itself, and waited for Monk to catch up.
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 0:28:53 GMT -5
Monk walked quietly, not paying much attention to the area. Other then the odd shaped building ahead of him, he had realized that the streets had become quite clear. he shook his head and looked over at Chains from the ground. He ran up to a wall, jumped up and pushed off against it to land next to him. He gazed at the building and the large whole that would be the entrance. He jumped down through the whole and started to look around. The hole was centered between the hallway and an office. Chunks of gore and stone were strewn across the floor and would squish and crunch under foot. He stopped near the door of the office and looked either way across the hallway before he stepped over to an over turned desk. Perhaps there would be something that held information as to the inhabitants of this lovely home.
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 0:45:15 GMT -5
Chains drifted after him at his own pace. He spent several minutes poking around in the debris that marked the front “lawn,” crouching down on his heels at one point to examine a puddle of gore. But whatever he saw in the clotting crimson must have disinterested him for he stood almost immediately and wandered away, making a quick perimeter of the ruined wall and the ragged edges of the holes. He made careful mental notes of all that he saw but his attention was divided now, torn between focusing on the present and keeping careful mental tabs on whatever it was they had come to find, lest it find them first. After his patrol was complete, Chains entered the asylum and re-joined Monk in the office. It looked to have been an opulent room at one point, before the gore-streaked walls, the debris littered ground, the smashed furniture... He watched as Monk rooted around in the mess and fought back his impatience. The human was right in that they needed information, but Chains had an unshakeable feeling that their time was running short. “If you can find blueprints, floor plans, anything like that,” he said, “It would be of great use to us. Asylums aren’t known for their accommodating guest policies, nor their simple user-friendly structures. And this place looks to be no exception.” A hanging document on the wall caught his attention. Chains strode over and looked at it. He took the thing down from where it hung crookedly on the wall and wiped the worst of the blood from the glass with the palm of his hand. It seemed to be a certificate of sorts. A degree of practice. He scanned the names listed below, just in case.
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 1:29:57 GMT -5
Monk pulled a couple drawers open, seeing nothing in them he left them to hang on the edge or fall out to the floor. He glanced over to Chains as he spoke, knowing that somewhere there had to be the blueprints or notes to the halls and rooms. If this was an important office, which he hoped, there would be something of use. Otherwise, he would have wasted some time. "That is scary, we have somewhat the same thoughts... What is on that paper?" He let the staff lean against the wall and bent over, reaching his hands through the gory rubble and lifted a desk back upright. He pulled a handful of papers out of a drawer and read through them, flipping a few over, tossing some off to the side and laying the rest on the table. he continued this process for the rest of the drawers and started to reorganize them.
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 1:43:33 GMT -5
“Scary?” Chains muttered, “You should be delighted to share my thought process. Or the more harmless aspects of it, anyways.” But there was no real humor in his half-jibe for he spoke while reading and his concentration was on the certificate in its smashed frame. “It looks to be a list of the employed staff and their professional degrees. There’s no order to it, though. Underlings and doctors are all scrambled together. And there’s no mention of a director of any kind.” He let the framed document fall to the ground and came up behind Monk as he organized the papers. “If it eludes you, it’s probably not here. Or if it is here, it’s probably covered in blood. I should warn you,” he mentioned casually, almost as an afterthought, “the something here is quite distracted at the moment, but only a fool would expect its attention to remain diverted for long. The sooner we move, the better.” And the sooner I get to break it into small, bleeding, groveling pieces, the happier I will be.
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 1:55:33 GMT -5
"Perhaps, but the fact that either my thoughts are not my own or you're reading mine is not very settling." He leaned back and stared at the papers, slightly amused at the patterns the texts made. "while there is blood aplenty here, that does not hinder this search." He pointed below a line talking about meals for a certain week, then to several other lines, each as random as the previous. "Your concern is noted, and highly appreciated. However, these papers are the closest to a blueprint as I care to look for with the current situation." He tilted his head to the side and started to trace his hand across the spaces of the sentences. To think that it would be this fucked up here.. at least we weren't the only ones that made maps such as these. "I think this is the main entrance and this is ours. Where do you suggest going?"
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 2:08:19 GMT -5
“Up,” Chains said without hesitation. “We need to go up. Several floors at the least, and possibly to the very top.” He turned away from Monk and backtracked into the wreckage of the entrance hall. The office had been situated to the right, under the massive flight of stairs that vanished into shadow. The entire interior of the asylum seemed to be re-arranged almost like a courtyard, with floor upon floor upon floor stacked up around them. It looked like a straightforward route to the top. One would think that taking the first flight of stairs would lead to the second tier in this strange architectural cake, traveling around the second tier would lead to the stairs to the third and so on so forth, but Chains knew better. Only an idiot would build an asylum so simply. Nonetheless, the beginning at least looked straightforward. Moving quietly and swiftly, he began to climb the stairs to the second level.
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 2:28:21 GMT -5
Monk studied the plans for a moment longer, memorizing them as best he could before he went to catch up to Chains. Whoever had come up with the plans for this building had to have been insane themselves. The thought of those insane killers outside running rampant trying to find their ways through these halls seemed interesting to him. "what have you thought of the most recent events? fine day ending with explosion and slaughter. that feeling you mentioned earlier at the school. is it possible we are finding our way towards that sensation you had, now?"
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 2:41:33 GMT -5
"If you want my honest opinion, human, I would say that all that transpired today was a neat and efficacious little trap. There is something here that had no qualms about distracting the others with waves upon waves of carnage while it sat and watched. That makes it either very clever or very malicious and none of those sound particularly delightful, do they? Did I sense something?” Chains reached the top of the steps and paused. “Yes. I did. Are we heading toward it? Yes, as best as I can tell. I track its essence lightly, understand, because if I press too hard all our efforts at secrecy could go up in flame.” He glanced around him, in the dim light of the landing. They had only gone up a floor and already the daylight streaming in from the splintered entrance doors seemed a weak and pitiful thing. On either side of them were rows upon rows of empty cells. The reinforced steel doors had either been shattered like those below, wrenched off their hinges, melted into slag, twisted apart, or simply vanished. Chains turned to his left and continued onward
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 3:22:46 GMT -5
"You've heard that bullshit about 'honesty is the best policy?' I would have preferred a lie right now." He paused beside Chains and surveyed the floor and looked as far up and down the halls as he could. All the doors appeared to be opened, several of the doctors and other workers lay in bits and pieces, and some simply without their heads. He followed a short ways behind, taking a moment to look inside one of the rooms. Several of the female doctors and workers were piled in the corner with blood running out of the room. He shook his head and picked up his step to catch up. "What or whoever is not right in the head to do this, they better enjoy whats going on with the others right now. Thought: whatever this being that caused this has to be sick minded for sure. If it was willing to send everyone from here after us. How bad could the ones kept here be? Sooner or later somebody would have come here." He stopped at a door and looked around, felt as if there was something following him. He slowed his breathing and half closed his eyes.
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 3:37:33 GMT -5
“Next time I’ll be sure to be dishonest then.” Chains’ strides were all but noiseless and he looked neither right nor left. His destination was up. “Tell me, Monk,” he said as he swept down the bloody floor with its innumerable dead. “Why are you here right now? What do you care about this watcher in the shadows?”
Somewhere in the sprawl of the topmost floor, in the skewered bubble of corridor that they had taken and warped for their own observational purposes, she stirred like a dreamer awaking. From beneath her heavy lids, deep set in a narrow face, her yellow eyes flickered once then shot open. She pulled a great lungful of asylum air into her lungs and looked across the length of the room, to the other ensconced in darkness. “Do you feel that?” she whispered, and her voice echoed softly-feel, that, feel that, feel that? “Someone comes.”
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 4:07:35 GMT -5
The monk couldn't resist laughing a little as he started to reply. "I should have expected that answer." He slowly started to catch up, keeping his breathing slow just the same. "Here right now? With that specific question to be answered, that is simple. Every puppet has its master. If the puppet master is around in here, taking care of them should have an effect on those outside; preferable a good one. If not, at least we will get some of the more interesting ones out of the way." He paused and stared upwards. "there are two other reasons why I'm here as well."
"hush sister, you know your voice carries." He laid back on the stone slabs, staring at the starry night sky painted across the ceiling of the room. His yellow eyes searched the stars and slowly found their way to the doorway. The others must have found their way to the schools and through the towns by now. The sewers would be soaked with the blood of many, and hopefully some of them would have fought back. Oh, the rush! He moved his hands behind him and lifted himself up. He spun his legs out from under him and stood up. His heels clicked on the rubble as he eased his way over to his sister. The sharp click drifted across the room as he took each step, letting the sound die off for a few moments before the next click came. "besides, theres more then one. hehehehe"
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 18:13:11 GMT -5
He reached the stairs to the third floor landing and took those two at a time. The fact that they had not yet been detected was beginning to seem less and less likely and more and more suspicious with each passing second. “And those reasons would be?” he asked as he gained the top and kicked a dead woman out of his way. She rolled listlessly over onto her face, her hands still half-clutching what looked to be some kind of sedative loaded hybrid between a rifle and a crossbow. Another one of her colleagues lay slumped against the wall, his one remaining arm at his side, palm up, pointing left. Chains turned right and began the ensuing circle around to the next set of stairs. It was much darker on this level than the previous one: the entrance hall down below them seemed much farther away than it had any right to be, and oddly distorted by distance as if seen through feet upon feet of water.
“But brother,” she half-hissed, half-sighed, from her perch on top of the stone monolith in the center of the room, “how will we ever decided who gets whom?” The structure upon which she lay languorously, was a byproduct of the twins warping of the room. The excess stone had been scrunched up and deposited in strange slabs and ledges and formations in the center of the chamber they had taken as their own. Bast had climbed easily to the top of the impromptu statue and sprawled her length on a wide ledge, back to the cool whisperings of the stone. Now however, she rolled over onto her stomach and stared down at her brother below. “I am afraid we will have to share,” she teased. She levered herself up and rose fluidly. “Or,” vanished from the top of the monument only to reappear behind him, her hand on the small of his back, “You could be a gentleman and let me have them all.”
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Post by monk on Mar 6, 2009 23:02:18 GMT -5
"Running around a school fighting off crazed idiots in some desperate hope that they will stop coming? Screw that, I'd take my chances with that which is here over that. They were running around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off." He followed Chains without thinking, not paying attention to where they went, but taking in the rest of the carnage. The hybrid gun looked interesting, yet obviously ineffective. "The other reason, fails my mind at present. Something draws me here. Is this hall longer then the building, or is that just my mind fucking with me again?"
"My, my sister. Where would I get to have fun then? I did let you take care of the last two that came up here." He stopped when he felt her hand, stretched his arms upwards and leaned back. "how about this, you can have the first one that comes up and ill take the other. that would be fair, after all sister."
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Mar 6, 2009 23:41:16 GMT -5
“Yes, the pointless nature of the combat was beginning to become apparent. It was amusing for a time but after a certain amount of carnage, it all became redundant. Why waste such energy on the pawns, when the King is staring at you across the game board? Or, as you said, a puppet master. Perhaps that term is more accurate.” He glanced around him, wondering if Monk’s observation was correct and almost positive that it was. “I would not put it past this place-” he began to say, only to stop both in mid-sentence and mid-stride. He flung out a hand to halt Monk’s progress and stood there as if straining after a noise only he could hear.
“Oh brother, ever the diplomat.” Bast took her hand away, her yellow eyes flashing in her predatory face. “But why must we lurk and wait so?” Wait so, wait so, came the echo. “Let us goad them. Let them chase us through the floors, past the dead, up and up. Let us bleed them a little.”
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