Snippet #1542352

Four seconds had Matt throwing a guard (a move he didn't like in this state) right into Kerrik. Wether he dodged or not wasn't his concern.

"This is my fight!" He yelled, bashing in the kneecap of one of the guards and elbowing him away. "Stay out of this!" Bloodlust was almost dripping from his mouth as he said the words. This was so much fun! He hadn't gotten to cut lose and break some shit for a while. And each gaurd he defeated was soon replaced by another.

Tazers flew everywhere, all of them trying to subdue the demon that was trying to kill as much people as he could. Friend, foe, it didn't matter at this point. All that mattered was the blood... the red blood that spilled onto the white floors.

Matt threw a punch to another guard, causing him to stummble back, holding his now broken nose. He pulled out his tazer and rushed Matt, who ducked and swiped his foot under the guard. But the guard jumped over his foot and elbowed Matt in the head, the experiment flying down and hitting his head on the floor. The guard was quick, and landed his tazer right on Matt's spine. Two seconds, then he backed up, still on his guard. Bloodied and broken guards were all around him, waiting, waiting to see if Matt got back up.

Which he did. Fast. And he landed both his knees in two guards stunned faces. He grabbed a nightstick off of one of them and swung, bashing the skull of one of them almost in. Then he ducked, doing the splits and tripping two gaurds that were running for him. Matt rolled backwards and stuck his feet upwards, catching both guards with the momentum. He jumped back up from his backwards somersault and his new nightstick found a guards stomach, then anothers face and legs.


More and more guards rushed the kid, and more and more fell. Matt was unstoppable in this form. A killer. A beast. A-

His head jerkd to the right. He was a kid with a tranq in his arm. He shook his head, trying to shake of the effects before jumping in the fray again. Kicking, slashing, fighting tooth and nail. One tranquilizer wasn't enough to take him down.
It was enough to slow him though. The guards started finding opening in Matt's once flawles style. Soon he would have bruises on his ribs and back.

"C'mon. Thinks thats all you got! FIGHT ME!" He yelled as the last two fell. He stomped on ones head, the helmet cracking.
"This is all you have to offer... dissapointing..." Matt almost looked sad. Almost. He raised his foot again. "Do you know fear?" The guard didn't answer. He couldn't.

"Good." Matt had his slasher smile again. ... Just before he felt a huge shocking pain shoot up his leg. One as the guards was still consious. And had his tazer. Matt screamed. A pure, rage filled scream. That hurt. A lot. And as all the pain from the fight slowly found it's way towards his brain, the brain simply couldn't handle it. He fell unconsious, head first into the ground.

***

Matt was in a stray jacket down, being carried down the hall by new guards, being taken back to the room with the others.

"I won't have it." A short man next to the guard said. "There are four dead. All injured in some way. I want more guards at every door. NEVER let this happen again. Do you understand!?"

"Yes sir." The guard simply said. They reached the room, and literally tossed Matt back in, still unconsious.
"And get these bastards some fucking food!" The short man in the suit said. "I hear that's what caused this whole damn thing."
"Yes sir." The guard said, before him and the man walked out and shut the door. A few minutes passed before they retuned with some food, and put in on the table, then left again.

Then Matt woke up. His eyes shot open wide, red still mixed in with them. he looked around for guards, but when he found none, his eyes calmed down. The red faded easily. The normal Matt was back. He struggled for a second silently, eyes dull, before he whispered. "Can somone help me get this off... I can't breathe..." He looked tired. Broken. Beaten. "Please..."

But inside, he had had enough. This was too much. Even more security!? Bull... this was not going well. And it ws time to do something. His eyes went red again, for only a split second, but then they were back to brown. He was getting out of here. One way or another. ... but first...

"Help... please..." His breath was hard.