Worm 20
Character
[member=Vrag]
It sat there. In the control room. With its tormentors dead at its feet.
This had been the first time it had entered the darkened room with all the monitors - it was never let into this part of the place before. Some of the monitors were now splashed with blood. Not its. None of it was its blood, it just... killed them. It had slaughtered them, and beat them, strangled and slashed. It didn't know how to use a blaster, just that they were dangerous to it, and could cause pain. Then again, none of the guards had even so much as pointed one at it.
It had started in a solitary cell. The guard had come to take it away, to sell it. But the guard had not noticed it, tucked in a corner. The cell had been empty, the door left unlocked in the panic that ensued. So it had walked out. Careful at first, seeing a chance, but not believing. Then, as guards walked right past it, it wished they wouldn't notice it. And they didn't. They just... carried on. Talking excitedly about the "worm" that had somehow broken out of a locked cell. A worm?
It went to the only place it knew, back towards its cell. And then it saw the other prisoners. How it hated them. A burning anger at their weakness, at everything that they represented. So it walked up to them, and hit one. Surprisingly, the slave was just... surprised at the pain. He didn't look at it, or do anything more than rub the place he had been hit. So it hit him again. And again. And again...
At one point, the guards came down to check on the apparent riot happening in the slave pens. But there was no riot, just frightened slaves, and dead slaves. Their faces horribly mangled, caved in. Their necks broken, their throats blue from bruising. Something had been killing them. Something they were equipped to deal with.
It looked on as the guards examined the bodies. It was standing right next to them, yet they had not reacted to it in any way, only showing dismay and worry at the sight of the dead slaves. So, it dared. It dared to take one of the stun batons. It dared to flip the switch. It dared to hit one of the guards. Again. And again. Until he was reduced to a corpse dancing with electricity. It did so with the others, then it left through the door, using one of the cards the guards had.
It could go anywhere. So it went everywhere. The whole place. It cleared room after room, revelling in the pain its tormentors felt, and feeling the satisfying end of their lives draw near. The other slaves were all dead. The guards were all dead.
What would it do now? Where would it go? Could it live here? This was its home, even though there were no more evil guards...
It sat down amidst the corpses, thinking.
It sat there. In the control room. With its tormentors dead at its feet.
This had been the first time it had entered the darkened room with all the monitors - it was never let into this part of the place before. Some of the monitors were now splashed with blood. Not its. None of it was its blood, it just... killed them. It had slaughtered them, and beat them, strangled and slashed. It didn't know how to use a blaster, just that they were dangerous to it, and could cause pain. Then again, none of the guards had even so much as pointed one at it.
It had started in a solitary cell. The guard had come to take it away, to sell it. But the guard had not noticed it, tucked in a corner. The cell had been empty, the door left unlocked in the panic that ensued. So it had walked out. Careful at first, seeing a chance, but not believing. Then, as guards walked right past it, it wished they wouldn't notice it. And they didn't. They just... carried on. Talking excitedly about the "worm" that had somehow broken out of a locked cell. A worm?
It went to the only place it knew, back towards its cell. And then it saw the other prisoners. How it hated them. A burning anger at their weakness, at everything that they represented. So it walked up to them, and hit one. Surprisingly, the slave was just... surprised at the pain. He didn't look at it, or do anything more than rub the place he had been hit. So it hit him again. And again. And again...
At one point, the guards came down to check on the apparent riot happening in the slave pens. But there was no riot, just frightened slaves, and dead slaves. Their faces horribly mangled, caved in. Their necks broken, their throats blue from bruising. Something had been killing them. Something they were equipped to deal with.
It looked on as the guards examined the bodies. It was standing right next to them, yet they had not reacted to it in any way, only showing dismay and worry at the sight of the dead slaves. So, it dared. It dared to take one of the stun batons. It dared to flip the switch. It dared to hit one of the guards. Again. And again. Until he was reduced to a corpse dancing with electricity. It did so with the others, then it left through the door, using one of the cards the guards had.
It could go anywhere. So it went everywhere. The whole place. It cleared room after room, revelling in the pain its tormentors felt, and feeling the satisfying end of their lives draw near. The other slaves were all dead. The guards were all dead.
What would it do now? Where would it go? Could it live here? This was its home, even though there were no more evil guards...
It sat down amidst the corpses, thinking.