Seeking
the Keys
Pt. IX: Voices in My Head
by
Cowboy Ghostie
"Thought I Heard something in here..." The well
armed and armored legionnaire slid through the door into the
room, boots making heavy thuds in the hollow sound of the meteorology
lab.
Why am I doing this again?! Will shrunk himself to the
wall behind him, willing himself to merge with it, but it wasn't
working.. That damned legionnaire was going to see him and then
all hell would break loose.
Need a... need a distraction... get
the second one to call him back.
Casper sounded dazed, but it was the first helpful thing
he'd heard in a long time.
Will inched just a little further from the well armed man and
shot a glance towards his would-be partner in crime. Sam was
huddled under a table, just out of sight of the legionnaire,
and then Will's eye caught something else. The backpack was still
on the table. It was pretty darn certain he'd see it..
Crap... He thought he remembered... yes. Will moved a
little and then shoved himself backwards, feeling the sting of
the nonmutual merge and passing. He found himself on the other
side, in an alcove, but he didn't make a sound.
The second patrolman stood outside, staring uncertainly at the
door the first had just disappeared through. Thinking fast, then
smirking devilishly, Will pulled something from his pocket and
threw it hard against the wall a little ways down. It thwacked
hard against the brick and then bounced off and rolled across
the floor with a ting and a tiny metallic growl.
He heard the legionnaire turn with a creak of leather and metal.
"Eh...? Hey, get back out here, would you..."
This made the doppleganger smirk and try, again, to sink into
the material of the wall. He didn't want to be there when they
got there, after all. It didn't fight him this time and again
he had the unique experience of being himself and the wall at
once. He'd never get used to it, he didn't think.
"Oh, what is it?" The first fellow sounded annoyed,
and a moment later he emerged from the lab.
"I dunno... I don't like it. Heard something down the hall,
c'mon..." Uncertainty.
"...how did i get stuck with you for a partner?" Definite
annoyance.
Will was already back on the other side, not wasting time. He
half-snuck, half-slid over to where Sam was and whispered urgently
to him.:"Get the flipping backpack before they see it, move
it!"
He rolled his eyes. Proctors, get their brains so stuck in
being 'real' mode they forget the side they belong on.
Casper snickered as Sam scrambled. Jealous...
Hardly... Will had an impish grin. He couldn't
lie, this was giving him a thrill.
He hissed another prompting at the Proctor once he'd gotten
the backpack: "Now get out of sight, doofus..."
He proceeded to follow the shaken wraith into the other side
of the Lab, spotting something on the way by, and then blinking...
Barometer. Damn... no time. Will slid to the side and
looked towards the door quietly... he could just barely see it
behind the cabinets and desks.
"Why the hell are you so paranoid, was it the striplings
last week? There's nothing out here, I'm telling you you need
a vacation."
"I do not need a vacation..." Exasperation from the
voice that was starting to get a little distant.
There was a silence, broken after a moment by Sam's uncertain
voice. "...a-are they gone?"
He turned cynical green eyes towards the proctor and studied
him a moment, considering not answering at all, just to make
him more paranoid.
"...Ray?"
Then he sighed, that would serve him no purpose. "For now...
I think. There's a barometer about 2 counters back, grab it and
I'll go back to watching the hall." Then he walked away,
leaving the man to flounder in his own idiocy for awhile.
The hallway was quiet when he got there, but will was annoyed
by the thought that those restless could return. He leaned on
the doorway and chewed his lip, glancing this way and that and
listening for anything at all. He could hear Sam bustling about
behind him, looking in drawers and cabinets, and stuffing his
finds in the backpack.
They weren't looking for much, and Will was certain people would
say he should feel guilty for just taking what they needed. But
he didn't. It wasn't locked up, it wasn't tied down and he didn't
have any way of getting money to buy it anyways. The professors
would survive.
Will glanced at the clock and hissed: "Hurry up, we need
to get out of here."
Sam looked up towards his voice and all but glared: "Stop
giving me orders..."
That elicited a chuckle, nothing more... Of course, later would
come the problem of making sure this junk they'd collected worked.
Will ignored the proctor's glare and glanced at the door again.
You're not playing the part very well...
A quiet worried whisper from Casper. Will ignored that too.
Warnings and more warnings. Feh... Who cares? I sure don't.
Will rolled his eyes and murmured mock complacently for the
benefit of his would-be partner. "...yes, Ma'am."
"I think I've got everything," A whisper from Sam,
who still looked cross: "If you're not in that book in 10
seconds, Ray..."
He snickered inanely and walked back over to the table and the
book. Sam was standing there with the most piqued expression
on his face. He'd get over it though, he just had to peck at
him occasionally - it was too amusing to pass up.
A moment later he was both himself and the book, and found himself
shoved promptly into darkness as Sam shouldered the pack and
wandered to the door looking like your average student with a
ton of books.
Will always felt like time was screwy when he inhabited something,
he didn't know how long it was.
There came a whispered and confused mutter from Casper: Why do they keep asking me to let go of the
key?
Eh..? Have you lost it again? Will was bored with
the darkness, so he answered.
I don't know what they're talking about...
Casper almost pouted.
You've lost your marbles again, i think. There's nobody to
ask you anything. You're in My head remember?
...but I keep hearing things-
Will cut him off: You're crazy, remember? The voices aren't
real... that's why I'm in charge now, remember?
The harsh question simply prompted a whimper and silence from
his other half. Will rolled his eyes again, annoyed. Eventually
the darkness ended and he found himself in open air, and set
down with a thud. He wasted no time in removing himself from
the cramped constraints of the object.
Sam was standing there in the shadowed alley right outside the
professor's hideout. He was squinting trying to ignore the setting
sun that washed the area in reds and shadows, the bag was shoved
in a nook, and they both headed inside to face the professor,
and the problem of how to get this stuff on their side of the
Shroud...
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