The chill comes from somewhere. The thought takes longer than it should to percolate. He's not used to thinking in terms of complicated solutions. The demon knows right and wrong. Every solution is a hammer.
And its that thought that does it. He knows they're not looking at him, not monitoring him. To do so would risk the penance stare, a silly thing like distance is no salvation from the Rider's eyes.
The Rider doesn't have the solution. Its a fight, a painfully long fight while people suffer horribly, possibly die, while Nicholas battles his very own personal demon. But he knows the way out.
And he finally figures it out - Nicholas can save himself, but more importantly the others, but the Rider must have his say first. A bargain, a horrible, painful bargain between man and demon.
Fire gives way to flesh, and the damned has soulless eyes in place of sockets once more. The demon bike returns to itself, and, with deadly chill setting into his bones, especially with his clothes tattered, Nicholas fumbles for his toolkit - he always has a set on his bike. Its his baby, his pride. And that sin may save him.
He finds what he's looking for, and holding the screwdriver in a near deathgrip, forces himself up the wall towards the vent, leaving flesh and frozen blood on the wall every time he peels his bare hand from it. But if he can get there, get it open, perhaps he can get to the next room over.
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