Hell for the cleaners

The men were itching, to tear up whatever was in the bag before it could tear them up. The last time something came out of a body bag it killed and maimed the rest of the crew brutally. It would be foolish to stand and watch the monster get a holdof it's surroundings. P the leader signalled for the others to standby but not do anything reckless, if bullets began flying in this hallway with guys on either sides, they may end up harming themselves more than a monster could.

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My hands slowly tore through the bags that were restraining me. And as I did so a bright light hit my face and blinded me. I guess this is what happens when you have been surrounded by darkness for so long. As my eyes adjusted to the light I saw seven armed men standing around me. I was not sure what exactly was going on but my instincts kicked in and I knew I needed do prepare for a fight.

I couldn't stay still, it wasn't that I wanted to fight but my brain was just shooting signals to all my muscles nonstop and I just couldn't stop twitching. This is a side effect of the overdose on adrenaline I was given by the doctor. Then I heard a bang, I threw myself to the floor and rolled onto my legs, after analyzing my foes I charged the ones by the elevator.

They were less armed, with only knives in their hands and they stood in front of my exit. Mean either way I would have to go through them. I rushed towards them and grabbed the closest enemies, and before he knew what happened he was already unconscious laying on the floor, the impact from being slammed against the hall had left a dent in the metal and without a doubt scarring the gaurd permanently.

I took the knife off him and didn't hesitate to rush the next enemy, the guy took a swipe towards me and I dodged under his knife. I then thrusted my knife towards his chest but he sacrificed his hand , allowing the blade to cut through his palm to stop the knife. He then stabbed my abdomen with the knife he held in his left hand. But without faltering, I took my blade which was still in his palm and pressed with all the strength I could muster stabbing it through his jaw. Pinning his hand to his face.

While I was distracted the leader had made his way over to the other cleaners. I looked and the elevator, I know I could have left, I could, but I didn't want to. I felt a deeper urge inside me to attack these guys instead and show them true terror. And then another shot rang out, this time hitting me in the shoulder. There was no pain but I could feel a numbness in my arm and I knew I couldn't keep getting hit like that. That one shot was followed by a storm of bullets raining down upon me. I grabbed the body lying on the floor to use a shield. The bullets ricocheted off the walls hitting the fuse box and disabling the lights in the hallway.

Though I was submerged in darkness I couldn't tell, through my eyes it was as bright as day. I could even almost heard the heart beats of the men who stood in front of me, and I could smell the beads of sweat rolling off their skin.

I removed the knife from my body and the other from the cleaner. I took the knife in my right hand and threw it with all my mighty, the knife sailed through the darkness and connected with my target, one of the cleaners in the back. The man in the back clutched the trigger and gunned down one of his own men before he was able to hit the floor. The other two were dealt with swiftly in the darkness. A demon flew upon them in the darkness of night and tore them apart, before the leader could die one thought crossed his mind. Who the hell created the monster and why, before he could get his answer his head was already separated from his body.

I was still shaking ready for action, I looked at myself and saw that I had a few wound on me. I had the knife stab to the stomach, and 4 gun shot wounds on my body. I clearly was not in a position to fight anymore, then I heard alarm bells sound. The elevator closed and started to ascend, I didnt take a genius to know that when it came back down it would be full of goons with guns. And waiting for them to reach was akin to suicide.