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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Sep 30, 2004 09:03 p.m.):[/b] He worked the sliver of metal deeper into the lock and silently cursed as he lost pressure on one of the tumbles. It was too close too the front of the lock for him to try to catch it again, and he pulled the sliver out and wiped the knob off with the cuff of his Institute scrubs before trying again. The sliver slipped from his hand almost immediately, and he grimaced and wiped the moisture from his palms and bent to pick it up. The floor and walls here were cold and damp with condensation from the machinery in the next section, but he was sweating with concentration. He'd been working clumsily at the lock for almost fifteen minutes now, and each new failure left his precious metal sliver a little more bent. If he went away now he'd have to go back to his room empty-handed and then sneak past the guards again tomorrow, and there was nothing in his life at the moment that made him feel particularly lucky. The room behind this door was one of many that had been emptied and sealed when Charybdis outgrew its previous level of operations, but that didn't mean it would be [i]empty[/i]. All the major equipment would be gone, of course, but there might be something else he could use, something metal or glass that might serve for what he needed. What he needed was a weapon, any kind of weapon. He doubted there would be anything as refined as a needle or a scalpel, but there might be a pipe, a bottle, a jagged piece of metal or a broken test tube. A pen. A length of wire. The more violence he saw the less particular he became. Whatever he found he would teach himself to use, if he could. Another awkward attempt at the locking mechanism took an agonizing ten minutes, and he let out his breath when the handle turned and the door opened. He slipped inside quickly and shut it behind him. The dust was thick on the floor and damp in dark spots that he avoided. It smelled like a storm drain, metallic and damp, rust and mildew. The light was broken, but there was enough dim light coming in from windowed corridor to tell him that this had been a waste of time. The door that he'd come through had been locked, but the exit into the coridor on the other side was slightly open, and as his eyes adjusted to the dim light he could tell that all the doors that he could see along the hallway were sprung. Someone else had already been here, and there was nothing left for him. He leaned against the slimy wall and tried to get his disappointment under control. There was nothing left for him to do now except go back the way he came. There was no telling where the other hallway led. The last thing he wanted was to get lost and spend the entire night down here. One failure a night was enough. He turned to leave and a faint, distant noise made him stop and move back toward the poorly lighted hallway. It came again, and he looked both ways and then cautiously stepped out of the room, listening. A voice, screaming something, answered by other voices too faint for him to make out. [i]So what's new? I can't even protect myself. They're all crazy. Who cares what they do to each other? I need to go back before I forget the way.[/i] The sounds grew louder as he crept down the hall. The bulbs that lined the hallway were mostly burned out, but the ones nearest where he had entered still shone steadily. The area the noises were coming from was almost entirely dark, flickering bulbs doing little to show the way. He became grateful for the dark as the voices grew clearer, rough laughter laid over the occasional curse playing bass to the high-pitched voice, young or female or both, screaming epithets and insults. He came to the door, hugged the wall and risked a quick look inside. He counted five, not counting the screamer, and they were all absorbed in their catch. He couldn't see it, whatever it was, but he heard cloth rip and an angry yowl that made him flinch in surprise and recognition. [i]Kat?[/i] He closed and opened his hands a few times, trying to think. He couldn't take all of them. He'd just end up beaten into a bloody pulp, possibly to death, and it would go that much harder for her. He could get help. From who? The guards were sections away and weren't likely to follow him back here, and even if they did it would be too late. There was another rip. The crude shouting got louder and more colorful, and he moved into the room, leaving the door open behind him. The first one was easy. He just grabbed the boy by the neck, kicked him in the back of the knee and then slammed his head into the concrete floor. The others didn't even notice at first. They were all drunk and focused on Kat, and after he made sure the first one wasn't getting up again he went for the second. This one was more aware but less coordinated, and he kneed him hard in the stomach and then punched him in the face. He went down, and Nathan kicked him in the stomach again and still had time to brace before the third one hit him full on. The boy was bigger than he was, and stronger, but he wasn't faster and he was a hell of a lot less sober. Nathan took several hits before he landed a punch on the other boy's throat. There was a struggle, and Nathan knew that at any time the others were going to join in. He yanked free of the boy's grip and dodged another blow before he backed up enough to land a solid kick to the side of the other boy's head. His opponent fell back, dazed, and Nathan followed up and sank his fist into his unguarded midsection and then another just under his jaw. Nathan smashed him into the wall as hard as he could, and he went down in a boneless heap. The two left watched the big one go down. One of them was fully occupied holding the hissing, spitting Kat. The other looked at his fallen companions and then staggered forward. Nathan was winded, but this one was too inebriated to fight effectively, and soon he joined the others on the floor. When he looked back, the one holding Kat shoved her into the wall and took off into the dark. He tried to catch her before she hit the floor and almost succeeded, but she was slippery with sweat and he couldn't hold her, and they both fell to the floor.[/quote]
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