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Nightshift 60: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
ninelivesonce wrote in damned
[from here]

Taura pondered the announcement she'd just heard as she jogged down another empty hallway. Who was she? Jill? Who he'd tortured himself, though that could have been an act on her part as well? Whose side had she been on? And what could have happened to her that would be permanent?

Death was usually pretty permanent, but even that had its exceptions around here. Taura didn't have to like it to know it was true; what had General Aguilar done that could change that? And why was Doctor Landel so angry?

It was an uneasy thought to stomach; revenge drove people like nothing else did, and being one of the people in between was a hell of a way to go.

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[From here.]

"This place can be confusing at night," the Scarecrow said as he rounded the corner, heading for the main hall. "Not only are there monsters around, but Landel sometimes bewitches other patients, setting them up to guard certain areas. And some of them are more dangerous than the others."

His hand trailed to his arm idly, remembering the burns, the way his flesh had been ruined before he'd even known what was happening, and all the sensations that came with it. He never had found out more about the Burning Man, or if he was a patient at all.

Perhaps Carter had been right, and he had been killed. That did seem just awful, even if it was in self-defense. It was one thing to kill a witch with a pail of water while trying to save someone, for she had been wicked all along. Another patient, however... chances were he hadn't known he was hurting someone who wasn't looking to hurt him, much like Mele.


Lust hadn't heard anything about that yet. Mind control? Certainly it was possible, and Lust had seen things even she would have claimed impossible, but...

She didn't like this place, the more she learned of it. At first it had been simply a confusing inconvenience. And a seemingly safe place to get her head on straight and take in all that had happened. It grew more and more nightmarish the more she was told.

She looked up at Frank, her lips set in a worried line. The idea of some stranger, some adversary, exerting power over her... Her abdomen clenched in a cold sort of knot and she felt her heart speed its beats.

"Do you mean that he - this Landel man, our enemy - can...control the minds of his prisoners?"

Not much had frightened the homunculus since waking up in the institute, but this did. She didn't even consciously notice that Frank had glided neatly over her question regarding what he was.

"I know it sounds just awful," the Scarecrow said, putting it a bit lightly, "but it's true. I've seen it with my own eyes: one of my friends was set in a room right at the front of the building, and kept people from leaving. She had her magic back and everything, and acted as if she didn't know me."

He glanced over his shoulder, and upon seeing the worried look Lust wore, turned to face her. "Oh, she was fine by the next day. But believe me, it was frightening at the time! I can't imagine what it's like to be in that position, knowing you're hurting someone you care about, but not being able to do a thing about it."

He turned back toward the hall, waving his arm for her to follow.

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