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Post by Nigel Crump on Aug 30, 2020 16:03:36 GMT 1
(Continued from Block 3B - West Wing)
"Follow me, Daniel," Nigel said gleefully. He passed in front of his new friend and made sure that Daniel followed the sound of his voice. "This way! I know just the place!"
This wasn't so much a matter of finding some place fun. Nigel was hungry and he was looking for dinner. As he rounded the corner to the first floor kitchen, Nigel stopped suddenly at the sound of voices. He removed his glasses and peered around the corner to find two security guards sitting at the table having lunch. This wouldn't do at all.
He backtracked a few steps and put one arm out to stop Daniel in his tracks. Daniel seemed shocked at the feeling of Nigel's hand on his chest.
"Shhh, we can't go in yet. There are two guards in there."
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Post by Daniel on Aug 30, 2020 18:56:10 GMT 1
Daniel followed his Thought who appeared to be hungry. That made two of them! And right ahead, bickering over eggs, were two mortals, brimming with hot blood.
Trust your Thoughts. They know what's best.
The kitchen was dilapidated and adorned with the scent of spoiled meat.
"Shhh, we can't go in yet," said Nigel, the Thought. "There are two guards in there." Something warm touched Daniel's chest, but there was definitely nothing there to do any touching.
That was new. It tickled.
"I said, I like mine without the crispy bits," one guard was saying inside the room. She prodded at the fried egg on her plate with a fork. The egg was black with the dead souls of the countless other eggs that had been fried in the same unwashed pan.
"Either eat it or don't," said her companion, finishing his own egg and rubbing his greasy fingers on his uniform. "We've got to get back anyway. Break's over."
"Don't," said the woman, testily. She pushed the plate away. As she got to her feet, she sniffed the air. "Can you smell that?"
"What?" said the man, disinterested. He slid a handgun into its holster.
"Smells like drains," the woman replied. "Roy, are you even listening to me?"
"Everything smells like drains," Roy replied moving past her to the door. "Lou, move your arse. We're late."
And Daniel was hungry.
Moments later his arms were around Roy's ample body. Hell yeah! With his customary speed, he dragged the struggling man through the door and against the wall, his teeth finding the sweet spot at once. Roy flailed weakly for his gun, but Danny was fast. He'd already gulped a hearty meal before the woman's voice pierced the pleasurable haze.
"Roy?" He heard her come closer. "Great! Just leave me, won't you. Stupid..."
But Daniel had already dropped Roy. As her eyes met his, she had only enough time to utter the word, "Crap," before he was on her too.
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Post by Nigel Crump on Sept 6, 2020 15:25:26 GMT 1
Nigel had never watched a vampire kill before. It was both frightening and exhilarating! Daniel moved with a speed that seemed almost impossible and within moments, Roy had stopped flailing.
As Lou wandered back into the room, Roy's limp body dropped to the ground and Daniel had her in his arms. The hand in her hair pulled her head to one side, while his arm encircled her small body, pinning both arms to her sides and making it impossible to reach for her weapon. Nigel had known that vampires were strong, but this was just incredible.
"Wait!" He shouted out before Daniel could sink his fangs into her throat. "May I?"
He picked up a dirty knife from the counter and waved it in front of Daniel and Lou. He remembered well how many times she had sprayed him with the icy cold water from the fire hose or fed his dinner to the guard dogs right in front of him. Nigel had never killed anyone before, as far as he could remember, but as caught up in the excitement as he was, he suddenly wanted this.
Daniel paused for a moment, his fangs barely visible between his parted lips. He looked slightly confused at the knife that seemed to be floating in mid air.
"Um... sure, I guess." He raised one curious eyebrow and held Lou in place as she spat and struggled.
Nigel moved closer, pressing the knife to the flesh of the woman's throat, watching her pulse beat against the dull blade.
"You won't torment me any longer, you bitch!" Swearing wasn't something Nigel did often, but caught up in the moment, it seemed like the right thing to say.
He dragged the blade across her throat while Daniel's hand now moved to muffle her screams. Blood spilled forth and Daniel's mouth clamped over most of the wound. The cut was wide enough that some of the blood poured from around his pale lips, soaking into her uniform and dripping onto the dirty tile floor. Nigel didn't even realize that he was laughing as he witnessed the gory spectacle before him. Eventually, Lou stopped twitching and Daniel released her lifeless body to the ground. Should he feel guilty? Oddly enough, Nigel didn't feel anything of the sort. He was overcome by a strange sense of relief.
He turned to the counter, grabbed two slices of bread and hurriedly began to smear peanut butter onto one of them with the still bloody knife.
"So, Daniel..." he chuckled. "Want a sandwich?"
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Post by Daniel on Sept 6, 2020 17:12:47 GMT 1
Daniel let the body slump to the floor. He sighed with pleasure. The sticky smell of peanut butter filled the air. His Thought was offering him a sandwich.
That was new.
"I remember when I had peanut butter and shrimp," he said, almost wistfully. He opened his coat. The inside contained a number of bulging deep pockets. In each one was several packs of cigarettes. He selected one and rummaged for his lighter.
"And peanut butter on olives - that wasn't too bad. It was a hell of lot better than peanut butter on pickled eggs. Or microwaved peanut butter on tree bark. Mind you, I'd already eaten some rancid fish so I hardly noticed."
Daniel gave up on the lighter and drew out some matches, striking one on the dead man's ass. He exhaled. The smoke drew an outline in the air in front of him that looked a lot like an arm. He shrugged. "The Eighties were wild."
The knife appeared to be cutting the bread, hovering in mid-air.
"So uh. Nigel? What did you do to get the dungeon treatment? The last time I was locked in a cell like that, it was because I'd thrown his ID in the Hudson." He chuckled. "Of course he can do that mind thing of his, but however swanky his suit, he still looks seventeen. I snuck in the club and for a good five minutes the doorman wouldn't let him in. Ah, that was worth it. I wonder whatever happened to that bouncer's head."
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Post by Nigel Crump on Sept 7, 2020 1:46:25 GMT 1
What in the hell was Daniel talking about? Nigel almost felt as if he should know, but he didn't. Seventeen year olds, bouncers, clubs and peanut butter on pickled eggs? He may have experienced some of those things long ago, but he was fairly certain, at this point, that his new friend was a more than a little insane. Well, what better place for him than the Asylum? Pity they didn't actually treat patients here.
The cigarette smelled good, but Nigel couldn't remember if he actually smoked or not. He'd been locked up in this place so long that life outside of these walls seemed like a fantasy.
He pulled a chair out from the table and sat back comfortably, munching away at his sandwich.
"I can't remember what I did," he mumbled between sticky bites. "I honestly think it was just a matter of locking me in there then forgetting that I existed. So, why are you here anyhow? Do they just let you wander around as if..."
Nigel trailed off as Daniel's eyes met his then dropped to look at something lower. Oh, darn it all! He knew what that meant. With the stress and excitement of the moment behind them, he was able to relax and let his guard down a little. He must have become visible again. He quickly lowered the remaining half of his sandwich to cover his groin and chuckled nervously.
"Sorry about that. This gift isn't always something I can control."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 7, 2020 19:36:09 GMT 1
Daniel opened a kitchen cabinet. It was empty. He flipped open the one beside it. That was also empty - if you didn't count the dead cockroaches.
"So, why are you here anyhow?" asked Nigel, the Thought. "Do they just let you wander around as if..."
"Oh, yes! It's cool here. Reminds me of a video game." Daniel dragged the first guard across the room by his boots. "Walking down dark corridors, solving puzzles along the way and restoring your energy whenever you see food."
He stuffed the body into the small space and closed the doors. The body of the woman was unceremoniously shoved into the fridge.
"This must be the therapy. I mean, no-one's come for me or asked me to do anything, so I guess this is how they do it! This is all the test." He tried to close the fridge door, but the woman's arm flopped out. "So uh, are you part of it too? I guess you must be." He crouched down to shove the arm into the ice box. "You just popped up out of nowhere..."
He turned around. He was talking to a penis. A hand slapped a sandwich to it.
"Sorry about that," the penis said. "This gift isn't always something I can control."
"Wow, you are gifted!" Daniel said, in genuine awe. "When did you learn to talk?!"
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Post by Nigel Crump on Sept 7, 2020 20:21:12 GMT 1
Not only was Daniel staring at Nigel's penis, but now he was talking to it as well. This was awkward.
"Um.. up here." Nigel waved a raised hand at Daniel and pointed to his own face. He was becoming concerned that only half of him was visible until Daniel finally looked up.
"Oh, hi!" Daniel flashed a crooked smile which made him look even younger. "Who are you?"
"Nigel.. remember?"
Daniel seemed very confused, but that wasn't unusual in this place. At least he was speaking and in one piece, which was more than Nigel could say for any of the other friends he had met during his stay at the Asylum. That had to be a good sign.
He removed the sticky sandwich from his genitals and finished eating it, then snatched two dirty hand towels from the counter top. He tied them together and wrapped them around his waist like some sort of loincloth. It wasn't the best option, but at least he wasn't completely naked anymore. He grabbed his glasses and placed them back onto his nose, completing the ensemble.
"I'm not part of any test and this certainly isn't a video game," Nigel attempted to explain. "They don't treat vampires very well here and unless you want to find that out for yourself, we need to find somewhere to hide until we can get out of here."
Nigel glanced at the cupboard then the fridge. There was no way he was dragging those bodies out to strip off their clothing. He only had the stomach for so much blood and death in one night.
"I need to find some clothes," he decided. "Come with me."
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Post by Daniel on Sept 20, 2020 11:38:41 GMT 1
Daniel sat back on his haunches to review the situation. The penis had grown a head, also called Nigel. At least, it made life so much simpler when everyone took the same name.
"Oh, hi!" he said to both ends, just to be sure. "I'm Daniel." He thought about that for a moment. "But I could always change it to Nigel if it helps."
"I'm not part of any test and this certainly isn't a video game," Nigel was saying. Pity. If it had been Daniel was sure he'd have levelled up by now.
He was good with video games. He loved the repetitive and addictive nature of them. If it wasn't for the death sleep, he was confident that he could have cracked the world record for Sonic II and then doubled it. He remembered Donkey Kong fondly from his mortal days. Armand had always come to stand beside him in the Arcade at first, watching the screen with that blank-intense concentration of his. It was always impossible to read him. Had he been marvelling at the new 1980s technology or was he planning to tear off someone's face? Daniel had simply immersed himself in game after game, trying not to think about what might come next. Each moment was intense and sweet, even when he lived daily on a knife-edge of fear. Video games had been a safe place when he'd needed one. For all his insanely fast hand-eye coordination, Armand had sucked at them.
Still, he missed the glittering high of living in terror.
He followed Nigel down the corridor, his hands deep in his coat pockets, cheerfully whistling something that sounded like Hotel California. Armand wouldn't find him here, that was for sure.
"So, ugh. Who's our Doctor Eggman?" he said. He banged his fist on a gurgling pipe that sagged from the ceiling until it stopped. "There has to be someone running this joint?"
They passed several non-descript doors and explored a second corridor, Daniel's footsteps echoing loudly over the soft padding of Nigel's naked feet. Static hissed from the tannoy. The sound of scurrying creatures rustled in the shadows. In the distance, someone screamed.
Finally, Nigel followed a sign declaring the presence of a Laundry.
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