| Jan 4, 2014 21:14:43 GMT -5 |
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 21:14:43 GMT -5
Bustling corridors, cluttered rooms, noisy chatter, and bright displays surrounded her. Anticipation filled the air, mixing perfectly with the hope the doctors displays, everyone counting down the hours before the day shift ended. Allowing momentary freedom from an otherwise inescapable den. Filled with the comfort they wouldn't be present should anything go wrong with one of the patients housed here, praying each one would make it through the next few hours. Perhaps the night. What a foolish, inhuman thought. Death was always present, bringing promises of despair and pained cries of a dear loved one left behind. That's how it worked in such places, and that's how it would always be. There was no salvation, and no place to go once it ended. A hospital was either your final resting place or one last miracle.
Natalya had chosen a wonderful time to 'enlist' her services, and by wonderful she meant terrible. Also, she hadn't offered to come down here, especially not on her day off. But orders were orders and she'd be a fool to ignore them.
Her nights were often filled with nothing but paperwork, shifting through files, documents, and books to gain any sort of information she could. These nights often dragged into morning, leaving her mentally drained and exhausted before her day could even begin. It was nothing short of a miracle she hadn't yet passed out on the job.
Today was no exception. Add the fact she'd had no sleep, being called in on a day off, and being deprived of even one cup of coffee to help keep her energy levels high, one was left dealing with a highly irate woman.
Striding along the corridors, disregarding whomever she passed until it would be beneficial to approach someone. Her mission was simple, get in, glance around, and evacuate before anyone noticed. Such things made her sound like a criminal, and that wasn't a term she particularly wanted to use for herself; it's one reason she'd taken on this job in the first place. Yet, deep down, perhaps she would always be labeled as such. Even if no one here knew why that label was needed, Natalya would always remember.
Always.
Aoki Takamura, the murder victim from a few weeks ago had finally been given an autopsy, and she was one of the few allowed to hear the results. Partially because some people doubted a mutant was responsible, yet would it really be so far-fetched? They were foul, a stain on humanity, and walking mistakes that shouldn't be allowed to live. Though she knew the human race could be just as despicable, and ready to eliminate one of their own for petty reasoning, Natalya simply couldn't fathom the thought of a mere human committing such an act and getting away unseen.
Such coincidences didn't happen.
Still, she was early. An hour too early.
Why?
Before her ears were tainted with whatever bullshit story the government wanted people to hear, the female wanted to see with her own eyes the wounds that had taken the life from this woman. From there, she'd come to her own conclusions about what happened that fateful December night.
Natalya had chosen a wonderful time to 'enlist' her services, and by wonderful she meant terrible. Also, she hadn't offered to come down here, especially not on her day off. But orders were orders and she'd be a fool to ignore them.
Her nights were often filled with nothing but paperwork, shifting through files, documents, and books to gain any sort of information she could. These nights often dragged into morning, leaving her mentally drained and exhausted before her day could even begin. It was nothing short of a miracle she hadn't yet passed out on the job.
Today was no exception. Add the fact she'd had no sleep, being called in on a day off, and being deprived of even one cup of coffee to help keep her energy levels high, one was left dealing with a highly irate woman.
Striding along the corridors, disregarding whomever she passed until it would be beneficial to approach someone. Her mission was simple, get in, glance around, and evacuate before anyone noticed. Such things made her sound like a criminal, and that wasn't a term she particularly wanted to use for herself; it's one reason she'd taken on this job in the first place. Yet, deep down, perhaps she would always be labeled as such. Even if no one here knew why that label was needed, Natalya would always remember.
Always.
Aoki Takamura, the murder victim from a few weeks ago had finally been given an autopsy, and she was one of the few allowed to hear the results. Partially because some people doubted a mutant was responsible, yet would it really be so far-fetched? They were foul, a stain on humanity, and walking mistakes that shouldn't be allowed to live. Though she knew the human race could be just as despicable, and ready to eliminate one of their own for petty reasoning, Natalya simply couldn't fathom the thought of a mere human committing such an act and getting away unseen.
Such coincidences didn't happen.
Still, she was early. An hour too early.
Why?
Before her ears were tainted with whatever bullshit story the government wanted people to hear, the female wanted to see with her own eyes the wounds that had taken the life from this woman. From there, she'd come to her own conclusions about what happened that fateful December night.
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