Post by rocko52 (Drago) on Feb 4, 2014 10:31:08 GMT -5
The rat scurried through the creaky, ancient walls of the underground compound, heading upwards in an attempt to get to the aboveground portion. He slipped through a crack here, and a crevice there for quite a while. He slipped in and out of holes much smaller than him, shrinking his skulls and body in order to fit through. Such is the talent of a rat. Eventually, he reached a solid foundation, and felt it with his little paws and his head. He quickly surmised that this must be where the dungeon-like lower levels ended. Heading carefully through the wall till he reached a crack in the wall, he poked his fuzzy little head out of and above the hall below. He sniffed with his delicate nose, and used his whiskers to determine some things like temperature.
These halls had a much fresher, well kept smell to them. The aroma of disinfectant, delicious food, and men’s breath filled the area. Although he couldn’t see in color, he could tell that bright light filled the area, through hanging lanterns and lights. The walls were wooden and nailed, and seemed freshly put up, or at least newly cleaned. Using his ears, he could tell that there was a formation of at least 6 soldiers marching down the hall. Obviously his murders had caused them to increase security. Dear lord how much fun this was, he could sense the fear and power he held over them in the air. He had made them step up their watch through sheer terror, he loved it!
In these upper corridors, he’d need to be a bit more sneaky. In the lower levels, a rat wouldn’t be looked at with very much concern, as they were commonplace in such a cavernous area. However, in these far cleaner, newer halls, a rat would stick out like a sore thumb. He’d either be killed or thrown back into the dungeon section simply for being a rat. He’d need to use more stealth.
He waited for a bit, as he could slowly hear the footsteps of the soldiers getting louder, and eventually started to see their shadows, before finally getting full view of the men themselves. They were marching in a tight formation, gripping their rifles tightly, and keeping a stoic look on their stupid faces. The bunch of idiots were too much for Monroe to take on himself, however, as there were 7 of them. He couldn’t just strike them down, and rip out their guts, or maim their arms, or strangle them, or….as much as he’d love to, he just couldn’t knock them off this time.
Sighing internally at this fact, the sociopath despised the fact that he rarely got to kill like this. Out in the public, he needed to keep face as a shy, well mannered, intellectual, someone who would come off as likeable, but could easily fade into the background. How much he wanted to just let loose and kill, and sometimes he did, but always in his hybrid form. He never got enough blood though, never got enough power. It was times like these that he needed to take advantage of his position, but even now he had to be more discreet!
Getting rather irritated now, he waited for the group to pass, before hopping out of the hold in the wall. He scurried along behind them, and jumped into the large boots of the last soldier. The boots were the same design as the man earlier, spacious enough that he could fit in them without being detected, but cramped enough that it was uncomfortable.
Hopefully this man would lead him to the plans, or at least get him close to them. If he didn’t well...he’d just have to find another way.