Snippet #1260302

Alexander sat in his bed and watched as a young girl with a tail *Huh, interesting* was beaten down by a cloaked figure. When the figure started acting tougher and yelling at the group, which included Alexander, he got a trifle irritated *If that little file has information about us it should tell you that I respond poorly to braggarts* and slowly inched himself out of bed and slowly shuffled over to the door. Every step he took was accompanied by a pained grimace and a slight whimper of discomfort. Slowly, achingly, Alexander shuffled his way over to the doorway and cleared his throat, "Ahem, pardon me but I believe that technically speaking I would like to try something, I would like to try putting on some pants, these arseless hospital gowns are quite gauche and the bandaged head look went out of style years ago. If you could pop over to the corner store and pick me up a-" Alexander cut off talking as the door guard cracked him in the jaw with the butt of his pistol, throwing him to the ground. Alexander felt his head swim from the blow but he also felt a great deal of exhiliration. The guard had struck him in the jaw yes, but he had struck a full inch lower than would have been most effective but would have been dead on for the image of himself Alexander had been projecting. He knew that whoever had taken him here would probably know what he was capable of so he hadn't tried for an elaborate illusion but he had to test to see if the guard could see in the non-visible spectrum of light or not. Judging by his slightly off target assault, Alexander figured he had a better than zero chance of taking this guy out *I really hate being told where to go, I am NOT going to let someone else dictate my life.*. Alexander quietly mumbled 'nothing ventured nothing gained' before forming a ball of darkness around the guard and making himself invisible while he rolled away from where he had been sitting. *This is great! Plan works perfectly!* Alex thought to himself before the rolling on the floor caught up to him and his head felt like it was free-falling through space. Grunting and holding back his vomit, Alexander stood up slowly, as quietly as he could manage, the grimaces of pain and whimpers of suffering were completely gone and Alexander walked forward confidently. Looking at his work and judging approximately where the guard would be in the miniature globe of darkness stuck to him. Aiming carefully, Alexander lashed his right foot out and shot it strait forward, ball of his foot leading the charge, streaking to where the guards waist would be. Contact with flesh and a sound of pain that almost made Alex wince in sympathy let him know he had hit his mark. Dropping his globe of darkness revealed the guard curled into a ball and breathing heavily. "Sorry about that sir but you were rude to me and I really wanted to get some pants, what was that? Oh you feel sorry and want me to take your gun? Oh how sweet of you." Alexander reached down and grabbed the gun, quickly taking a few steps away after doing so and checking the clip. "One bullet missing, I guess for the dead kid on the floor. Still better than nothing, now to find a way to deal with this farking headache. Oh yeah, hey um... little girl! where you at?" Alexander leaned himself against a wall and listened to the room around him while he tried to deal with his headache.
*Well... This certainly sucks. I wonder what they meant by quarantine, and how many more people will be guarding this place? I'm pretty sure at least somebody will be able to see through my illusions, it would be incredibly silly of them to expect me to stay in one place against my will so they definitely have somebody to keep me inside, maybe one of my new room-mates can help.