As Zack felt his fingers regain feeling, he reflexively clenches his hand. Whatever happened left him with a killer headache. As he opens his eyes too quickly, the world seems to spin. With every movement, there are duplicates and swaying motions everywhere. He tries to still his mind by punching his noggin a little, and the jarring effects fade after a few minutes. He hobbles over to the dirty sink and vomits what little he has in his stomach. He doesn't even remember the last time he ate in this hellhole. But he does remember he'd touched something... and that knocked him out.
"Ugh... Ray...? Oi..." He looks around. He hadn't seen the girl when he woke up.
Her gun is lying on the floor by where his scythe is. He picks up the two weapons with a scoff... then punts the gun. His scythe is all he needs. Guns were just not his style. You can't chase manically with them. You shoot once and the fun is already over. Who wants that?
"Oi, where the fuck are yoooooouuu?" He drawls. It seems their positions in the cat-and-mouse game are switched this time. He has to find her this time... Well, actually, it's like when they first met.
"I said..." He draws back his weapon and smashes it into the door with the broken knob, "WHERE THE FUCK IS RAY?!"
He's not a very smart person. Far from it. He doesn't even know his letters. Without much direction, he backtracks out to the rooms of butchery tools and rust. In his enraged wandering, he comes upon some rooms that have grotesquely skinned humanoid bodies hanging by hooks, like butchered animals. It doesn't faze him. With savage abandon, he swings his scythe this way and that, cleaving down some humanoid carcasses and whatever was unfortunate enough to be standing in the way of his weapon.
"Fucking shit..." Zack growls. Who are they dealing with here? Kirsten was a crazy bitch that separated them, too. She caught him... So maybe this guy is after Ray, whoever they are.
Going through some detours of other rooms, he finds it to be quite disorganized, actually, compared to the hallway structure of Danny's floor. While the initial assessment was a similarity, the doctor's floor had less rooms and they were staggered in placement so both sides of the hall were not symmetrical. Additionally, there are more rooms and the rooms themselves also had doors to connect to other ones. These rooms are smaller and have roughly more or less the same content of carcasses and tools, as well as medical charts. Weird.
Zack circles back unintentionally to the locker room in his ambling and smashes every one of them open. They're all largely empty save for one, which contains a jacket, an ID card, an elevator key, and some hiking boots for some reason.
The card is useless to Zack. Can't read it. He barely takes note of the young man's photo on the card before just taking the key and returning to the elevators. He sticks that in a slot and feels the thing weirdly start to move sideways.
"... Fucking Grey and his surprises..." Zack scowls menacingly, "Just you wait, Ray... I won't let anyone else kill ya."
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Rachel blinks and winces at the bright overhead light shining down on her. This is Danny's operating room all over again... She lightly wiggles her arms only to feel that they have been strapped down onto whatever apparatus she is resting on.
"Unh..."
"... Are you awake, witch?" She hears a voice say to her from the darker edges of her vision, "Or should I say... Lucifer?"
The voice isn't Grey's, even though that is exactly something he would say...
"... Where is Zack?" Rachel asks simply. She doesn't even care who he is.
"... the barbarian is running about. I wouldn't worry about his ilk," The voice says calmly, "You can call me Gilbert. I was an assistant of Danny's."
Rachel doesn't really respond, pulling a little at her restraints. Too tight. No way she'd rip them. Damn.
"There's no point in resisting, Lucifer. You are my prisoner," Gil's face comes into view. He has fair skin and blank eyes like Grey. The lower half of his face is covered by a surgeon's mask and bits of his dark hair peek out from under his surgeon's cap. He seems to be wearing scrubs.
"... what do you want," The girl asks emotionlessly. This person is another non-necessity... like Grey.
"Awfully calm, aren't you," Gilbert sighs with something like disappointment, "Your wish is futile. Your escape ends here."
Rachel stares at him with the dullest of stares. It's like she doesn't even recognize his existence. Those eyes infuriate him. It's just like how his father doesn't seem to register him sometimes.
"I'm going to dismember you, do you understand that? I'll show that neanderthal your mangled body and see how he likes it that I stole his kill."
That makes her twitch a bit and pull at the restraints on her arms. Her face is still a bit blasé, but he had definitely struck something. After all... only Zack can kill her.
"Hmf, does that strike you with fear, witch? No matter how hard you repent, you cannot regain your wings to Heaven," Gilbert walks away from her vision and goes to check over his array of wicked surgical tools, "But perhaps your soul can still be saved after I cut away this sinful form of yours."
Rachel glances to her sides now and sees they are indeed in a room outfitted for something like surgery. It's quite dim outside the range of the harsh operating light, but she can make out some machines and canisters nearby... and something like other tables that have a form on top, covered by a medical tarp. Past victims, probably.
Unfortunately, no weapons within reach... and her items were taken away while she was knocked out. But she has to hold on to that faith... that Zack will be the one to kill her.
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Moving sideways means that this facility has spaces that are wider than they are just one-off floors. Instead of just separate floors, there are multiple sections of them. They remain separate from each other, and form individualized rooms. Zack doesn't really care or know where this is taking him, though.
"Fucking finally," He growls as the elevator stops and the door opens. Stepping out, he finds himself in a section of the floor... that looks familiar. It's like Danny's floor. All like a hospital or a doctor's office and shit... And poorly lit, too.
Dragging his scythe, he makes a racket slinking through the halls of this weird medical place. It's a grating sound, gnashing blades. He gnashes his own teeth in frustration. It's a virtual maze. On his own floor, this is no issue. But, without Rachel in these new environments, he's way out of his depth.
Where is she? Where IS SHE?!
As he turns another corner with a fake exit sign, he finds himself back at the elevator area... for the third time.
"Raah!" He gives an angered howl and smashes that sign with his blade. It sparks and flickers off. He rests the stave portion on his shoulder and drags a hand down his bandaged face. His body is trembling in rage. His prey cannot be stolen by someone else!
There is a sudden ding that makes him look up. The elevator doors open. He readies his scythe... and looks straight at the blank eyes of Father Grey, looking as calm and unshaken as ever in his pastoral clothes.
"You?!" Zack hisses.
"Hello, Zack," The preacher smiles with expectance at the sight of the killer angel before him, "Have you lost your way?"