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The trio had left the relative safety of the lab and were attempting to make their way deeper into the lab, hopefully without attracting too much attention in the process. The watcher was in the front with her sword out and ready, though all the other two could see right now was a hovering phone headset she was wearing. They had decided against the goggles for now as they narrowed their vision and being caught unawares by a zombie was the last thing on their list of to do’s.

“Seriously how do you NOT have a name?” Atasi was in the middle of the group, with her own headset, and a splintered off chair leg in a hand like a shiv that would almost certainly prove rather useless in a real fight.

“I just… never had a reason for one” The watcher shuffled along ahead of the group peering around corners and playing point to their advance.

“Can you two save it for later?” Sam was in the rear of the group, his gun in his pocket due to ammo problems. In its stead the man had armed himself with two table legs they had removed form a lab bench and now looked like he was doing an impression of a vulpine Bruce Lee with a pair of quarterstaffs in his hands. Overall, the group was spaced out fairly wide giving each of them room to start swinging if need be and give them more awareness of their surroundings that they could communicate in whispers thanks to the headsets.

“Sorry” Atasi said, “It just seems like she should have a name, and I can’t not talk right now because we are presently going DEEPER into the nightmare fuckfest armed with broken furniture!”

“And I have a shape changing golden sword and you two didn’t have to come” The watcher was starting to get tired of the whole ‘talking’ thing. Sure she was getting better at actually saying words properly now, but she wasn’t as in the mood to keep talking, maybe it was just the newness of all this, or maybe she was becoming annoyed, she wasn’t fully sure. “Name me later if you absolutely must, for now I have to get to the scar and close it”

“And how do you do that?”

“Pretty easily assuming no semi-mechanical horrors. There will almost certainly be demons WITHOUT bodies though so stay back if I tell you too”

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Topside Cybele was becoming impatient. She had called for whatever backup was available, for choppers to search the forest, and for the fire department to help with the door situation.

“Jaws of life” could cut away vehicles to get at trapped people inside and could go through reinforced steel doors easily enough, just slowly. Metal screamed and groaned as it was sheered away tearing out the hinges of the high security doors that were keeping them out. In only a few more moments they would be able to get in and rescue anyone still inside. With a satisfying ‘ping’ the last hinge fell to the floor and just before Cybele gestured for her troops to open the door, the door did them the service of opening on its own.
Cybele was almost hit by the heavy metal slab that almost launched itself from its frame and onto the floor, what came out next was, far from what she expected and not something she was prepared to react to. The creature for lack of a better word seemed to be a stitched together mess of limbs. It seemed to have hands for feet, an unusual number of arms, Cybele couldn’t be sure exactly how many and a half metal face.

Cybele might have been in a good deal of trouble as she and the rest of the officers were a tad too slow t draw on the thing that had emerged, whereas the fireman, standing right next to it, perhaps on impulse had managed to move. The ‘jaws’ thudded into the side of the things head sending it to the floor hard.
Then the shooting started.

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Sam’s ears perked up, “I hear gunfire”

“Good” The watcher commented

“How so?”

“They will distract our demons, also it means someone else is aware of this mess”

“I .. Ya I suppose”

The trio was getting close now. Even the mortal pair in the group could feel a certain pressure coming form the old storage rooms in the basement. The acrid presence was imposing and starting to alter the general feel of this place. Almost like the colors weren’t quite right, and the floors not quite flat anymore, but were tilted, just a little, towards the scar.

“It’s through that door” The watcher said, “Not sure what you’ll see in there but its almost certainly not good, and you two should stay back.”

“W-will you need help?” Atasi stammered

“I doubt there’d be much you could do if I did. Just stay close enough to see, If I start to lose, just run.” The watcher ordered, “And you Sam, Stay back enough to hear the gunshots. Tell us if something changes or you hear anything coming”

Same nodded and took his position at the end of the hall away from the basement storage room that was about to be opened. He felt a little guilty with Atasi being a lot closer to it than he was, but then again, they had decided to put the girl in the middle so she could run to which ever one was a safer direction if need be. He hadn’t managed to find any spare ammo along the way, not too surprising as this place may have armed guards, but it wasn’t an armory after all, so he still held tight to his table legs and listened to the continued reports of gunfire evidently coming from far above them.

Atasi stood by the door while the Watcher opened it and stepped inside. She had been correct, the inside was indeed less than good. There were miscellaneous body parts strews about. Mostly smaller parts, the larger ones likely used for the zombie hoard, and the whole place had a sickly green glow. The glow emanated from a mass in the center of the room that looked like random chaotic fractures in the air. What caught Atasi’s eye the most was the fact that she could see, just a little, but she could see the watcher’s outline. The woman looked more like an area of the room with slightly less of the green glow than the rest of it, but it still made it clear where she was. “Is that it? the ‘scar’?”
“You can see it?” The watcher asked a little surprised, but before she could continue a force rushed her. She blocked it easily enough. It was a demon to be sure, one of several in the room, but without monster bodies. These were likely the weaklings or the fresh arrivals, too late to get a body for themselves, or two slow to get one before they were all claimed. She spun and slashed through it, quickly dissipating the force, before moving onto the next. If the scar was powerful enough for mortals to see it then it really needed to be closed, before something big came through, assuming it hadn’t already.

The remaining demons when down fast, almost too fast. The watcher had expected at least some sort of fight, but it seemed the chaff really was all that stayed back. Atasi for her part was transfixed regardless. Even without the goggles she could see the watcher now that she was so close to the glow. And unlike the goggles which could only generate a monochrome sonar display now she could see colors. The gold of the blade, and the sapphire blue of her fur. Atasi assumed it was blue. The green light was probably changing how things looked a bit, not to mention what she was seeing was normally invisible. Atasi found herself oddly struck by how beautiful it all was. This sapphire woman, naked as the day she was born, glorious wings mounted to her back and a golden sword in her hands, slicing through creatures that looked not quite like people as she made her way closer and closer to the scar. Atasi figured that those must be what demon’s looked like when they weren’t possessing mutilated freaks, and was struck by how, underwhelming they looked. Sure they looked angry and filled with hate, but also small and almost frail. Like a lifelong junkie throwing a tantrum more than anything else.

Once the last of the demons had fallen, the watcher’s sword melted and flowed up her arm, reforming over her body in the rather limited clothing the woman wore. Atasi was almost disappointed in that last part, but decided to put off thinking about that till later. She was still transfixed as the watcher placed her hands against the borders of the scar and push herself partially into it, making the shapeless thing recoil and shudder as if it was being burned. This was it, the scar directly attacked and would soon be closed. No more demons would be able to come out through this damned place.
“Hey girls” Sam said over the headsets, “The shooting just stopped”