Rage

Hearing the crunching of glass as the pieces grinded together under my feet when I stepped out of my cell was almost soothing. It was the sound of my liberation; the sound of my anger and hatred crying out for blood, the blood of the ones responsible for the death of that little girl. Had I not been consumed by rage I might have noticed that my feet were bare and dozens of small sharp slivers of glass dug into my skin and became embedded. I didn't feel them. I didn't feel anything, except the anger.


Leaving a trail of bloody footprints I started towards the end of the hall passed all of the shrieking corpses. All of the screaming people who were being served as dinner to those monsters in the other cells, the screams that had kept me awake in the beginning. The screams that I had gotten used to hearing during my captivity. I didn't care about any of them. I didn't care because I knew it was too late for them. Maybe if I had gotten out sooner I could have helped them. No. If I've learned anything about this place it's that once you're in here it's too late. You're infected even before you reach the cells.


I was almost to the end of the hallway when a group of guards ran in through the door blocking my exit. They were pointing their guns at me shouting orders, threatening to shoot if I took another step. They were scared. They couldn't keep their guns steady and their words were stammered. They weren't prepared for anything like this.


I stood, unmoving, unthreatening, not a sound escaped my lips. A voice came over the radio, the voice that I had heard over the speakers in the interrogations, the voice that hid behind the mirrors during ever procedure I endured. The voice that haunted my dreams.
"Do not fire unless necessary! We need the subject alive!"
"Understood sir." This guard was calmer than the others. "You need to come with us. Do not resist, or we will open fire."


"Hmph, didn't you hear your orders soldier," I mocked. "They need me alive."
My eyes searched the faces staring back at me. Most of them I'd seen before through the glass and during the times I was being moved. Each of one as guilty as the next. Finally I spotted my target. A sudden tremble overtook him as my eyes rested on him. He thought running to his buddies would save him. He couldn't have been more wrong.


He was terrified, but it wasn't actually him that I was interested in. It was the main power box behind him that was linked to all of the cell doors. I grinned before leaping forward, smashing his head into the box caving in the front of his face with my hand.  Sparks flew from the power box and he sputtered a small amount of blood, twitching a final time before I shoved his body into another guard nearly toppling him over.


Alarms were blaring, lights were flashing, the emergency door was closing behind me and this place was about to go into lockdown. I spun around behind the nearest guard using him as a shield while the others opened fire. Poor bastard absorbed the full impact of their frenzied firing. Still holding him up as blood bubbled from his mouth I used his weapon to return fire in a sweeping movement. The majority of them dropped to the floor as the shots burst through the back of their legs producing small mists of blood on impact. They weren't dead, but they were gonna have a hell of a time trying to walk.


Three guards remained standing in a panic, looking around at their companions on the floor then back where I should have been. I wasn't there. The guard I was using as a shield had fallen to the floor in a lifeless heap and I was sliding through the last few inches of space between the emergency door and the wall. The heavy lock slammed behind me and I stopped to look through the window. The cells were opening and the guards were trapped, most of them incapacitated. I smiled in anticipation.