A charnel house. Like the setting in a horror video game but it was real. It was real. These had really been people and -
- and he just stepped on a hand.
Jaime had to clamp a hand over his mouth to contain the high-pitched squeal of horror and distress he wanted to make over the disgusting sights in the kitchen. Then he had to hold it there to keep in the screaming that threatened to come after. Then he had to remove it as he staggered two steps and retched on the floor.
"Oh God oh God oh God -"
In the room behind him, he could hear the sound of the chainsaw revving. It kept him moving forward, limping step after step, but very few people could have looked on this and been unaffected and Jaime Reyes was not one of them.
J/-\|ME, Y[]U /-\RE G[]|NG |NT[] PSYCH[]L[]G}C/-\L SH[]CK. | W|LL T/-\KE []VER. | W|LL F[]LL[]W Y[]UR D|RECT|[]NS and G|VE B/-\CK C[]NTR[]L |F WE MUST F|GHT.
"Okay," Jaime gasped out faintly. "Okay."
The suit locked up and then he felt it moving again but now he was just a passenger in it. It hurt to be moved that way, with the state of his leg, but the scarab didn't overexert it any more than Jaime would have.
Khaji Da trilled at him to focus on the exits, not on everything else, focus on a possible way out.
"The loading bay doors," he croaked out and the scarab started to motor them there.
The fire exit seemed too...too easy. She seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't have minded if her prey occasionally made a run for it and someone as crazy as her had possibly rigged up the very obvious exit with something bad. He couldn't risk it. So he went for the bay doors first and if he couldn't get through those, he planned to try the half doors next.
Khaji Da kept them both moving, and that meant that Jaime didn't have to devote himself so feverishly to it, it meant his mind had time to think of other things and the only thing it seemed able to think of was a psalm he'd heard in church. Just one psalm. Just one part of one psalm.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me... Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me... Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me...
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- and he just stepped on a hand.
Jaime had to clamp a hand over his mouth to contain the high-pitched squeal of horror and distress he wanted to make over the disgusting sights in the kitchen. Then he had to hold it there to keep in the screaming that threatened to come after. Then he had to remove it as he staggered two steps and retched on the floor.
"Oh God oh God oh God -"
In the room behind him, he could hear the sound of the chainsaw revving. It kept him moving forward, limping step after step, but very few people could have looked on this and been unaffected and Jaime Reyes was not one of them.
J/-\|ME, Y[]U /-\RE G[]|NG |NT[] PSYCH[]L[]G}C/-\L SH[]CK. | W|LL T/-\KE []VER. | W|LL F[]LL[]W Y[]UR D|RECT|[]NS and G|VE B/-\CK C[]NTR[]L |F WE MUST F|GHT.
"Okay," Jaime gasped out faintly. "Okay."
The suit locked up and then he felt it moving again but now he was just a passenger in it. It hurt to be moved that way, with the state of his leg, but the scarab didn't overexert it any more than Jaime would have.
Khaji Da trilled at him to focus on the exits, not on everything else, focus on a possible way out.
"The loading bay doors," he croaked out and the scarab started to motor them there.
The fire exit seemed too...too easy. She seemed like the kind of person that wouldn't have minded if her prey occasionally made a run for it and someone as crazy as her had possibly rigged up the very obvious exit with something bad. He couldn't risk it. So he went for the bay doors first and if he couldn't get through those, he planned to try the half doors next.
Khaji Da kept them both moving, and that meant that Jaime didn't have to devote himself so feverishly to it, it meant his mind had time to think of other things and the only thing it seemed able to think of was a psalm he'd heard in church. Just one psalm. Just one part of one psalm.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me... Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me... Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me...
Over and over and over and over.