WARNING: Extremely harsh Language, threats of sexual violence. Read at own risk.
Peter "Pan" Banning had escaped, and made a hell of a racket in doing so. Damn the bad fucking luck. Fuck this. As the siren blared, Aldric turned away from the cracking wall that was the entrance to the Mirror Dimension, and stood, his Jade eyes slowly becoming Amber, as if the color were being poured into a basin of water.
As Vitas rounded the corner towards his cell, a resounding howl echoed throughout the corridors, matching if not over-taking the sound of the Klaxon before the clanging of something slamming against metal filled the air. First the boy, now the Wolf. Having grabbed the bedframe, Aldric was spurred on by the sudden noise of the Klaxon, he first had entered a fight-or-flight mode, and then his secondary personality took over, sending him into fight mode. Taking his metal bed-frame, he lifted it with ease and began to slam it against the Silver Bars of his only open Cell wall in an effort to break either the door or the bars themselves. He wouldn't dare touch them.
He snarled and growled with each motion of effort, the sounds of a wolf fighting something echoed from the secured door-windows. Aldric was a large man, and stronger than any man normally, so this was normally no big deal for him. He threw his bed-frame through the Shattered Mirror Portal, his back facing Vitas as she stood before his cell door. he looked over his shoulder, shaggy black hair falling around his face, his rags that they gave him for clothes disheveled and nearly torn from the effort of containing his body while he moved so violently.
He snarled and huffed, baring his razor-sharp teeth, all of them pointed except for his molars at the back as his Amber eyes stared at the woman. "Too fucking late for "sorry" don't you think? You're probably the fucking person who set it off. Fuck you. Fuck this place, fuck your boss, fuck your cat, and fuck that little pompous girl you were talking to not five minutes ago." he yelled. His voice boomed, and was loud and clear. It rumbled one's very marrow and he was restless. His hands twitched and he paced back and forth, never taking his eyes off Vitas.
He noted the flash of Peter running past his door, banging on it, trying to rally him to escape. Stooping down in a flash, Aldric grabbed the discarded tray that once possessed the old food and threw it fast; narrowly missing Vitas as it traveled through the bars of his cell, and the first security door before hitting the bars of the second with a loud CLANG!
"Fuck off pretty boy! You're throat will be on my fucking wall!" he screamed, his voice devolving into a growl as he finished the sentence. He began to pace again, eyes darting around his cell, trying to find something else he could use to try and break down his cell door. Grabbing a chair, he lifted it and began to bang it vigorously against the barred door, the chair's legs snapping immediately with the one swing. Snarling he picked it up and slammed it against the ground, the wooden chair shattering into hundreds of large splinters.
He immediately snarled in Anger, arms and hands flexing hard in wrath before he turned to Vitas and pointed at her, screaming insults in Gaelic "Téigh Dtí Diabhail, a thóin mór! Gabh Transna Ort Fhéin, Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa! Ráicleach! Aiteann!", which translated to: "Fuck off, you Fat Ass! Go Fuck yourself sideways, I don't give a fuck! Slut! Cunt!" in English.
He snarled and then charged Vitas, kicking an old, half-stale piece of Broccoli at her in the process, the thing landing at her feet as he grabbed the silver bars, his hands immediately steaming as he growled at her before immediately letting go of the bars and growling in agony, his steaming hands immediately beginning to blister, and then heal slowly.
Finally he turned to look at her. "Why the fuck are you here, Talak? Here to ask me some fuckin' retarded questions about how I'm feelin'? Eh? Well I think it's PRETTY FUCKIN' OBVIOUS, AIN'T IT?!" he held his arms out, gesturing to his whole cell, now a mess, his hands shaking again from both the pain and the restlessness and agitation he faced at the moment. "Or maybe you're here to finally kill me? Huh? You'd fuckin' like that, wouldn't you? Kill me, that way I can't resist when you move in to try and fuck with me and my mind. Why not just fuck me? Eh? Take off those fucking sacks of shitty rags you call clothes and press your arse against the bars, eh? You'd fuckin like that, wouldn't you? So what the fuck do you want?"