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Post by Nigel Crump on Oct 12, 2020 17:46:44 GMT 1
(Continued from the Laundry)
Daniel and Nigel made their way almost effortlessly down the corridors of the Asylum.
They passed by the kitchen once again and Nigel took a quick peek inside. It was exactly as they had left it. No one had noticed that the two security guards were dead yet, so the alarm was still silent. The front desk was unoccupied and the only activity they encountered was when they passed by the entrance to Block C. The double doors were propped open and a pair of orderlies could be seen talking to one of the doctors just outside of the cells. Nigel recognized Ole Jack who had hosed him down and forgotten his dinner on more than one occasion, but thankfully his back was turned as they passed. And even if it hadn't been, Jack might not recognize Nigel now that he was fully visible.
Nigel waved at the other two figures who were looking in their direction then grabbed Daniel by the arm, moving him along at a quicker pace. The staff around here mostly knew one another and the disguises wouldn't work up close. They had to keep walking.
The entrance to Cell Block D was protected by more than just a few doors. Behind the doors were thick iron bars and a very solid looking lock. Nigel had seen Daniel use his vampire strength on his own cell bars and hoped that he might do the same here.
"Little help, buddy?" Nigel asked with a sheepish smile. "They seem to think these guys are dangerous."
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Post by Ole Jack on Oct 12, 2020 22:45:02 GMT 1
[Continued From Cell Block C]
("Ole Jack..." He dropped the sliver of vampire flesh on top of half a pelvis, then brushed the gore from his fingers and sniffed. "Ja, I have seen your work. It is commendable, even for a creature of your..." He sniffed again. "Proclivities. Tell me, Jack. What would you do with the inmates in Block D?")
He watched as Doc Tot lit up his pipe. It smelled like weed, probably laced with something. Ole Jack wasn’t as smart as the doctor but he knew crazy when he saw it. He took a long draw from his silver flask after seeing Captain Brains playin Mr. Potato Head with the vampire flesh. He shivered inwardly. The display of gore and the wee old man's crusty fingernails made him want to puke his guts out.
Jack knew Cell Block D is where the experimented captives went that were one foot being taken out into the woods and never to be heard of again. Before he could reply he saw the doctor place the flesh on his lips and flicked his tongue it looked like a…..he couldn’t think of the word right then. Doc Tot turned his attention to Andy.
("You said you vere a doctor, is this right? Richtig? Ve have need of doctors. Vhy are you taking an orderly's job? Are you a liar, Herr Moore?" Totmacher questioned. His accent made him sound harsh and cold, but maybe that was just his personality.)
("No, Sir..." Andrew swallowed hard. "I'm no liar. I was working as a resident at the Royal London Hospital just last month. My position there didn't exactly end well and jobs are hard to come by, so I'll take what I can get. There's no shame in working as an orderly. We're all part of the same team." Now Andrew was lying.)
Jack offered his flask to Andy out of a kind gesture. They were both on edge right now. And the way Doc Tot kept tappin his tongue on the vampire flesh on his lips…it looked like…
And then he saw Andy’s face change and his eyes look behind him. He turned around and saw two captives.
“Bloody vagina!” Jack blurted out nervously. He shoved his flask into his back pocket and ran after the captives. “Come on Andy! They’re gitten away!” His keys could be heard jingling down the hall.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 15, 2020 10:07:27 GMT 1
Daniel was perfectly happy following Nigel through the dank labyrinth of the Asylum. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Occasionally, he slipped on something soft and wet on the floor. His acute vampire hearing picked up the muttering and moans of the inmates who were invisible in the absolute dark of distant shadows. Most of them smelled delicious.
They came to a halt at an intersection. Nigel was waving at three humans. At least two of them were mortal, the third was shaped like a wizened old man, but he didn’t smell as human as the others.
All three turned and stared.
“Peace!” Daniel lied, calling out to them. He thought for a moment, then spoke again. “Great vibe. Keep it up.”
But Nigel had pulled them away, hurrying them towards the entrance to another wing. “Cell Block D,” it said above the door in forbidding, dingy lettering.
"Little help, buddy?" Nigel asked him. Behind them, Daniel could hear some commotion from one of the orderlies. He grinned. They’d been spotted.
"They seem to think these guys are dangerous,” said Nigel, indicating whatever it was that lay behind the doors.
Daniel took hold of a door and tugged. It squealed in protest, but the metal soon gave way and ground open. The iron bars twisted and the lock popped from the frame to clatter to the floor. Easy! A young vampire might well have had trouble with it, but Daniel’s maker had been ancient and powerful. And nothing was going to stop him from playing this game.
He could hear the sound of running footsteps rounding the corner behind them. And one shuffling and limping gait behind that.
“This is amazing,” he told Nigel as they hurried inside and closed what was left of the gate behind them. He pulled one of the twisted bars from its housing and used it to secure the door. It wasn’t going to keep them out for long - that would be no fun! But it would give his human friend a little head start.
He grabbed Nigel and gave him an icy cold hug. “We’re actually being chased by mortals! God, I love it here.”
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Oct 15, 2020 10:46:50 GMT 1
Doctor Totmacher watched the two white-coated figures wave from the corridor's end.
“Peace!” One was calling, his voice had a familiar timbre. “Great vibe. Keep it up.” That was a vampire. He knew it in his bones.
As the others pounded after them, he shuffled his way two doors up, his pipe unlit in his mouth. Passing through a doorway, he unlocked a second door with a swipe from a keycard. The Asylum was a rabbit warren of corridors and passages. There was more than one way in and out of Cell D, but this was a fact he prefered to keep to himself.
He paused in the narrow space that run alongside the main corridor long enough to pull out a flash light, then he made his way along it and down a few crumbling steps. Emerging from one door, he shut it carefully behind him and made his way towards yet another. He carried a complete map of the secret twists and turns in his head, but it wasn't written down anywhere. A wrong turn could be dangerous. There were miles of tunnels below the Asylum, first excavated by the Romans and later used as first, a Medieval Charnel House, and then a secret bunker during the last war. He passed a space that was still full of filing cabinets and an old desk. A 1940s telephone sat on it, covered in a thick layer of dust. Further on, a pile of rotting coffins still lined the walls.
Eventually, he emerged into a dark, damp corridor inside Cell Block D. The stench was over-powering. Whatever the two intruders were doing here, the doctor intended to find out.
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Post by Andrew Moore on Oct 18, 2020 1:00:33 GMT 1
“Bloody vagina!” Jack shouted suddenly “Come on Andy! They’re gitten away!”
Andrew stood for a moment, mouth hanging open and flask in hand. He'd been deciding whether or not he should take a swig of Jack's whisky in front of Doctor Totmacher when it suddenly didn't matter. Jack was off running! Andrew screwed the top back on the flask, tucked it into his coat pocket for safe keeping and quickly followed, leaving the old doctor to shuffle along behind them. He hadn't got a good look at what he assumed to be a couple of escaped patients, but he took some comfort in the arsenal of serums, instruments and his own head exploding remote control on his belt in case either of them were vampires.
They caught up with the pair just after the taller of the two twisted a bit of metal into place to secure the door and dashed off with a laugh. Andrew gave the handle a tug and it moved slightly, but definitely not enough to squeeze inside.
"Jack, I can't get it open!" He glanced at the size of Jack's upper arms and wondered if he might be able to pry the door open by hand. "We need a crowbar!"
The blond patient grabbed hold of the dark haired one mid-run and pulled him into what looked like a hug. What in the hell was going on here?
Andrew held up his remote, waving it at the pair through the bars.
"Stop now!!"
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Post by Nigel Crump on Oct 18, 2020 1:38:11 GMT 1
Nigel was impressed, once again, by Daniel's strength as he pulled on the iron bars until the locking mechanism snapped and dropped to the floor. He knew that vampires were strong, but he didn't often get to see much of it firsthand. He hadn't seen much of anything at all from his dark cell in the Asylum basement. This was all so new and very exciting. He knew that they probably should have made for the front door when they passed it a while back, but he just couldn't bear the thought of leaving the other captives here. It was quite possible that some of them had been in this hell even longer than he had.
Suddenly, a pair of cold arms wrapped themselves around Nigel, stopping him in his tracks.
“We’re actually being chased by mortals!" Daniel spun Nigel around into an incredibly strong hug. "God, I love it here.”
Nigel couldn't help but hug him back. Vampire or not, he was completely clueless about what this place really was and seemed to be having the time of his life. It was all a game to him and Nigel came to the realization that if he was going to keep Daniel on track, he just might have to play along with that.
"Stop now!" An unfamiliar voice shouted out from not far behind them.
Nigel wiggled free from the hug, not realizing that the stress of the situation and the unexpected act of affection had caused him to become invisible from the waist up. He was now just a pair of legs, a floating pink leopard print shirt and glasses. "Come on, let's go!"
Nigel grabbed Daniel's arm and began to run when the the muscles of his thigh suddenly spasmed and locked up, sending him toppling to the floor. Someone had used their remote control to activate his collar, but since it had mistakenly been clamped around his thigh instead of his neck, it caused an entirely different sort of sensation. Nigel curled up on the ground, grasping his leg as the electric shock ran through it.
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Post by Daniel on Oct 23, 2020 9:02:07 GMT 1
Daniel found himself holding a pink shirt. A pair of spectacles bobbed in the air above it, trying to get free.
"Come on, let's go!" said the glasses and Daniel followed again, a leisurely jog keeping pace with Nigel's frantic dash for freedom.
It was a shame because the men at the gate, especially the younger one, were both covered in blood. Surely it was time for a little snack or why else was the place filled with tempting treats?
"Stop now!" A voice sounded behind them. Great! Now they were playing cops and robbers. He made a whooping sound.
"Aw man, can I be a cop too?"
Before he could say anything more, the glasses dropped to the ground beside him. A strange high-pitched buzzing filled the air. The game wasn't cops and robbers after all. Nigel was on the ground and in some distress. He might have been clutching at his leg, but since he had no arms it was hard to say. Either way, his new friend was hurt.
He whirled, angry now. He didn't trust any unidentifiable bits of technology that might suddenly be introduced into a game. Thirty-five years with Armand had taught him that much. Daniel marched back to the gate.
"You!" he called to the man in the white coat. "Drop your space ray!"
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Post by Andrew Moore on Oct 25, 2020 1:09:04 GMT 1
Andrew's hand still clutched the remote control, but his jaw dropped when he saw the upper half of one of the escaped patients disappear entirely. The fabric of his shirt and floating spectacles indicated that he was still there, but he was no longer visible. The creature rolled on the floor in agony as an electric shock passed through his body. Whatever sort of being that was, it made Andrew very uncomfortable. How many more of them might be lurking these hallways and what did they eat?
"You!" The younger, completely visible patient shouted. "Drop your space ray!"
The blond turned and started toward Andrew, who immediately began to tremble just a little. Keep it together, he told himself. You have the power here. Show them what you're made of.
As the patient drew nearer, Andrew pointed the remote control at him and pressed the shock button once again. Nothing happened. The boy was still coming at him. In that moment Andrew noticed that he wasn't even wearing a collar. What kind of place were they running here? Jack had told him that he could protect himself with the simple press of a button, but what good was the device if the patients weren't even properly prepared? He took a few steps back from the metal bars. The boys lips parted slightly and Andrew was certain that he saw the flash of a white fang. This one was a vampire!
The vampire grasped the bars with both hands, pulling hard enough to tear the entire metal door from it's hinges.
Andrew's legs were moving before the rest of him actually realized he was running away. Instinct told him to flee and that is exactly what he was doing. He paused just long enough to hold down the button on an intercom on the wall.
"Block D!" He yelled, hearing the echo of his own voice throughout the building. "Help!!"
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Post by Ole Jack on Oct 31, 2020 15:55:07 GMT 1
It made him proud to see Andy taking the necessary steps to help control the situation they were in.
He knew the invisible captive was a long forgotten soul within these walls. His name was Nigel. The other one he had no clue. All he knew was that the unknown captive was indeed a vampire. How did he slip past him without being noticed is what baffled him the most.
"You!" The younger, completely visible patient shouted. "Drop your space ray!"
At this Jack raised a questioning brow. The cheese had slid off his cracker for sure. This vampire actually “belonged” here no doubt about it.
Andrew then hit the intercom on the wall. “Cell Block D!” “Help!”
All the while as Nigel convulsed on the floor with the shock of his collar, leaving him temporarily immobilized, Jack took out his pocket knife and made a cut on his forearm. He watched as the warm blood trailed down his skin.
“Well come on then.” Jack said to the unknown captive. “Isn’t it snack time? Come git some den den.” Jack taunted and took a slow step backwards, holding his bleeding arm up for him to see. He side-eyed Andrew and withdrew the syringe filled with the serum in his other hand, hoping Andy would take the hint to use it on the unknown captive if he gets attacked.
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Post by Daniel on Nov 1, 2020 12:17:44 GMT 1
The gate didn’t put up much of a fight. Daniel simply strode through it. The smaller of the two mortals had run. He’d been the one who had fired the space gun and now he was calling for backup. He was going to need it.
“Stop it!” Daniel yelled. “Stop pressing things!”
The other human was busy cutting his own arm. He was dressed as an orderly, but this was clearly insane behaviour. Perhaps he was a prisoner like Nigel. He certainly looked as if he belonged in a cell. Perhaps he was merely dressed as an orderly. What if Daniel himself wasn’t what he seemed to be either? Anything was possible. He might be tricking himself. It could be a mind trick. He spun in a circle, looking for Armand.
“Nigel?” As he edged past the bleeding orderly, he called behind him. “Are we still real?”
“Well come on then,” interrupted the loony with the knife. “Isn’t it snack time? Come git some den den.”
Den Den? What was Den Den? The scent of blood confused him. Daniel had once known a Japanese fisherman with the nickname Denden. Had this odorous man eaten his friend?
“Stop bleeding Denden!” he snapped. Using his vampiric speed, he swung his stethoscope as a weapon. The heavy metal chest piece arced into a dangerous blur as he lashed out with it.
“Yes I know he stank of mackerel, but he told the best Momotarō stories!”
He dashed after the button-presser, bearing his fangs. He grabbed him by his lapels and pulled him closer. Something knocked against his thigh. It was a hip flask. He pulled it from the mortal's pocket and took a deep breath, inhaling the golden scent. Ah. He turned back to the wriggling man.
“And what have you got against Nigel’s leg?!"
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Nov 1, 2020 13:11:07 GMT 1
Doctor Totmacher watched silently from the shadows. In the pitch-black cell beside him, something shuffled and groaned.
"Quiet, my friend," he hushed. Whatever it was recognized the voice of its old tormentor and immediately fell silent. Tochmacher activated the cell lock and the door slid open.
As soon as the vampire had pounded up the corridor towards the two orderlies, he knew it was time to act.
"Come," he said to the Thing. Obediently, it lumbered out of its cell and followed Totmacher to the prone half-man on the floor. The shape of a tall man took form in the dim light, but it was certainly not human. It had a collar around its neck and, to be extra certain, a square metal plate was attached to its flesh above its heart, the surface covered with a thin layer of skin. Totmacher's hand hovered over the control mechanism in the pocket of his coat, but it proved unnecessary. The thing had been here so long it responded to Totmacher's voice without hestitation.
A shard of light picked out its white, pupil-less eyes and the greenish tinge of its malformed flesh.
"Pick it up," Totmacher directed.
It towered over Nigel, its arms outstreched, one hand clamping on Nigel's shoulder.
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Post by Andrew Moore on Nov 7, 2020 23:57:39 GMT 1
"Stop pressing buttons!" The blood-sucker yelled.
Andrew's hand slipped from the intercom and moved to cover his own neck in hopes that this might provide some small level of protection against the attack that was about to come.
At that moment, Jack did something positively insane. He pulled a knife from his pocket and dragged the blade over his own flesh while yelling to capture the vampire's attention. He waved his bloody arm in the air in invitation and the creature temporarily changed course, heading toward his new colleague. Jack's eyes met his then glanced down to a hand that held a syringe filled with serum. Andrew thought back to the conversation they'd had at the start of his shift. They are harmless if they take their meds, Jack had told him before handing him the utility belt which he now wore, still armed with half a dozen full syringes. Collar or not, he still had some means of controlling this situation.
The blond-haired vampire swung a stethoscope at Jack with an incredible speed. It struck Jack's already bleeding arm and he doubled over, clutching it to his chest.
In mere seconds, the vampire spun around and was advancing on Andrew once again. Andrew's free hand pulled a syringe from his belt.
The vampire grasped the lapels of his lab coat and nearly pulled him off of his feet. He was taller than he seemed moments ago and perhaps not quite as young as Andrew had first thought. Anger flashed in his violet eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he inhaled the scent of whisky from the pocket flask. It was as if, for just a second, his thoughts had drifted to another time and place.
“And what have you got against Nigel’s leg?!" He growled, eyes focusing on Andrew again. His face was close enough that a tiny smear of blood could be seen on his chin.
"Please... please don't kill me. I'm new here!" He managed to croak before thrusting the syringe upward with all of his might and pushing the plunger, pumping the unknown fluid into the creature's neck.
Without any knowledge of what exactly the serum was or how quickly it might take effect, he could do nothing but tremble as the vampire still held him in place. The empty syringe dropped to the floor.
"Jack!!"
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Post by Nigel Crump on Nov 8, 2020 0:38:49 GMT 1
The electric shock finally let up and Nigel lay moaning on the ground, still clutching the leg which wore the collar and trying to catch his breath. It had been so long since anyone had a need to use the collar on him that he'd forgotten just how horribly painful it was. He supposed he should be thankful that it was just a shock as he'd seen what the other buttons on that remote control could do and he didn't want to lose his leg entirely!
He sat up and a hand closed on his shoulder. At first, he thought it was Daniel, but that couldn't be right. Daniel's voice was now coming from the other side of the empty metal door frame where he seemed to be clutching one of the doctors by the coat. Yeah, that's it. Kill the bastard. Kill them all. Nigel thought as he continued to rub at his injured leg with invisible hands.
Then who was touching his shoulder...?
Nigel turned his head and the massive, greenish colored hand that was clamped to his shoulder was enough to make him gasp. The sudden jolt of fear caused his legs to become invisible inside of the pink pants. His eyes followed the thick, muscular arm all the way to the face of the creature that held him. White eyes gazed down at him and foul smelling saliva dripped from thick, parted lips. Jagged yellow teeth lined gums that were almost black with rot and decay. He'd seen this creature before! He didn't know what it was and had never made any attempt to communicate with it, but Nigel has spent his own time in Cell Block D and this thing wasn't completely unfamiliar to him. He remembered the orderlies feeding it bits and pieces of mangled flesh and limbs after a failed escape attempt or a medical experiment gone wrong. There was nothing good about the creature attached to this hand.
"Pick it up," A voice came from nearby, but its owner was blocked from sight by the massive bulk of the creature leaning over Nigel.
"No thank you!" Nigel gulped and dropped to the floor immediately, tearing off his shirt and wiggling out of his pants until he was, once again, nothing more than a pair of glasses floating in mid air. He shuffled backward, out of the creatures reach until he sat with his back pressed against the wall, staring up into the face of Doctor Totmacher.
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Post by Ole Jack on Nov 11, 2020 2:57:50 GMT 1
“Shite!” Jack shouted in pain as he clutched his bleeding arm. The vampire packed a power punch when he struck him with the stethoscope.
“Please...Please don’t kill me! I’m new here!” He heard Andrew shout. It was then that the young doctor stuck the vampire with the syringe. He sighed with relief knowing the vampire would soon be easy enough to control.
“Jack!” Andrew shouted again. Ole Jack went into action and tackled the vampire to the floor. He happened to glance up and see a huge green looking frankenstein monster reaching down to grab Nigel. “What tha fook is that?” He said as he wrestled the vampire.
It was then that a small green glowing ball came flying down the hall and slammed into Ole Jack. His body rolled and hit the wall. When he opened his eyes they were two solid black orbs. He was demon possessed now.
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Post by Daniel on Nov 25, 2020 13:23:39 GMT 1
Daniel felt a sudden sharp prick in his throat. Nothing new there.
"It is you, Armand!" he gasped, clutching the flask of whisky tight to his chest. He sank down, his other hand clutching at Andrew, finding the waistband of his pants.
Someone grasped him firmly from behind and pressed him to the floor.
"Armand!" he cried again, but Armand never coated his skin with the smell of fish. What's more, the anticipated mix of pain and ecstasy didn't come. He kept his grip on Andrew's pants and the whisky, forgetting for a moment which hand was which.
Oddly enough, the smell of the whisky had become far more appealing, but the light in the corridor had dimmed. He blinked. His limbs felt increasingly heavy. Sounds became muffled and the floor suddenly seemed cold.
There was a remedy for all things.
He might have expected the whisky to trigger nausea, but the liquid burned his throat in the same old delicious way it always had, years before. He dropped the empty flask with a clatter.
"Nigel, the pilchards are wrong," he murmured, then he passed out.
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Post by Karl Rudolph Totmacher on Dec 27, 2020 15:20:33 GMT 1
"No thank you!" The prisoner gasped as his legs vanished. Interesting. The man scuttled towards the doctor, trying desperately to avoid the meaty grasp of the lumbering creature.
Doctor Totmacher gazed expressionlessly at the pair of glasses shivering against the wall. The movement betrayed their invisible owner to him, even if the creature had become disoriented. No matter.
"You vill teach me this trick," he said. "You vill show me how I too can vanish at vill."
He beckoned to the creature who lumbered closer, its hands outstretched. "Or perhaps my friend here."
"He's still there," he told the creature. "You can feed on him later, but for now he belongs to me."
Further down the hallway, he could see how things were descending into chaos. The odiferous porter, Jack, was still, staring ahead of him with glowing eyes. He'd unaccountably lost interest in the bizarre spectacle of the doctor-turned-porter, Andrew, and the renegade vampire who'd slid to the ground with a syringe in his neck and Andrew's pants in his fist.
This did not look like they had control of the situation.
He could hear the stomping of boots as the guards finally answered Andrew's call for help.
He made his way to the sliding panel that accessed the private way in.
"Come," he said, without looking behind him. Dutifully, the creature shuffled after him, Nigel's glasses hovering against its massive chest, and the door closed silently behind them.
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Post by Ole Jack on Feb 26, 2021 18:00:13 GMT 1
Slowly, Ole Jack got to his feet. A tiny snarl escaped his lips. He blinked, raised his hands and looked at them curiously. The demon inside wanted to know more about this human meat sack it was temporarily living in. He looked down at his feet to see he was wearing boots. He touched the keys that hung from his belt loop.
His hand touched his chest to feel his beating heart. His mouth moved as he tested his vocal cords. “What is this place?” His voice was deep. His head canted downward looking at the others around him with red piercing eyes. His hands closed into fist. “I am Abdiel….Lord of slaves.”
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