The Human

Silhouettes.  Darkened outlines move like their own clouds, even behind the walls. I sniff again and they have moved to entire different locations. By breathing in a steady pattern, the bodies move in a walking manner. They are coming to get me. I grin and lean back as far into the wall as I can. My handcuffs scrape up against my skin, and the pain makes me feel alive. Their hands show no items, but they are gripping small items. Pistols... Juveniles. Don't they realize they aren't allowed to injure their specimen? One of them reaches for a handle and pulls. I pounce and slam into the door opener.  He is wearing a protective suit, damn. I kick off him and throw my back into the other one. He slams into the wall and slides down it, gun clattering to the ground. I turn around and he is running to the door. They are much more fun when they are afraid. I laugh and kick him to the floor. He slides between the metal bar doors and starts whimpering.

"Please don't hurt me."

I laugh again.

"Since you asked politely, I'll make it quick."

I slowly walk over to the other side and look over at the locking button. Tensing my wrists, I start to push up against my metal bonds. They fracture easily, not even piercing my skin. They drop to the ground and the unlucky man looks over at them, amazed. He starts sliding away from me, hoping to escape. I jam down on the button with my fist, and he screams. His leg is jammed between it, and I could hear a crack. The force had broken his leg. If it wasn't for the suit, it would have been torn off him in a spray of blood. I casually stand there, hearing him pray to whoever would listen. The religious are much more fun to kill, waiting for a rescuer who won't appear makes their death all the more gratifying. I push down on the button with a finger, and the doors slide open slowly. His leg is in the shape of an L below the knee, and he is fighting hard to keep from passing out. I walk over to him and hold up his chin. He looks up at me, fear shining out stronger than the pain.

"Are you afraid of me?" I slowly hiss out.

He nods and turns his face away from me. I pull it back to face me, and grin again. He pushes his head back into the ground slightly on sight of my incisors. Even though I am only human, I am, as you might say, enhanced. I pull his head back and place my hand under it to keep it in place. The sound of pounding footsteps interrupts this moment and a spin my head around, hissing. More silhouettes are running around the corner, about 30 seconds away. He starts laughing, if raggedly.

"They are going to catch you, and you will never break free. No one else will have to be killed by your menace."

"While I know the first part is definitely true, the other two I would have to disagree on. Don't you know I let all you catch me on purpose?"

He starts to form a question, but I jerk my arms around. I hear a snap and he goes limp. I drop him and stand up. The scent clouds around him start to grow smaller, and his heat signature flickers. He is dead. I walk over to his knocked out friend and make the same of him. The foot steps have stopped pounding and I step over, hands above my head. The silhouettes have turned into humans, even though their scent drifts around. They mix around, and I chuckle. All of them are fearful except one, who simply emits defiance. The commissioner of the asylum stands in front of me, stun gun in hand. Two small men appear at his side, holding a strait jacket. I hold put my arms out, and they run over, strapping it onto my person as fast as they could without being sloppy. They run back into the crowd of armed men and disappear.  I slowly walk forward to the commissioner, and he looks over at his two fallen.

"Don't waste your time on them sir, they are, as you would call them, K.I.A."

His permanent frown deepens slightly, and he motions for two of his other guards to pull their downed comrades away. The commissioner walks forward, and I keep pace next to him. We reach a gateway, and the same two men pull my face into a bite guard mask, shrinking away as soon as possible. I chuckle and continue walking. The commissioner has already opened a padded cell door for me, and I step in willingly. He slams it shut, and looks at me one last time. He utters just one word.

"Animal."

He walks away, closing the slot behind him. The room is lit by just one solitary light bulb in a cage, and I sink into the corner of the room. I have time to wait...

Any silhouette that walks by always walks faster when passing my new home, uncomfortable to pass by anywhere near the thing with the largest one man massacre in history. I laugh to myself and stretch my legs out. Even padding can eventually become uncomfortable. I let my mind wander back to the memories of my victims, and grin as I recall memories long since locked up. The first crunch I ever heard was of a small girl, lost in the woods. She found me, and I ended her. It was a good combination, at least on my end of the deal.

Continuing to zone out my nose starts twitching slightly and I try to think of what the new scent is. It is burning leather. I sit there, feeling my leather straps start oozing under a heat source that even I can't think of. I wait there until my restraints have burnt free, then I move the long sleeves around to the heat, cutting the cloth at the shoulders. I now have unrestricted movement. I stand up and walk to the other end of my cell. A dot of pure heat, as small as the point of a laser, is burning into the side of the padding. It starts expanding, and instead of the covering burning, the dot turns into a circular doorway. Currently it leads into space, but none of the effects of space are taking place. I cock my head curiously, and stare at it. The portal is now person size, and the location it leads to is changing, and the darkness of space turns into a cliff. I sniff, and unfamiliar scents mix into my field of vision, tinted strangely. The flora of this area looks strange. I step out and look around. The area is nowhere near realistic, it looks like childish paintings. I step out, and sigh. I had always expected there by different worlds like this, but I never expected to enter one. I walk forward with a little stumbling, I had sat in that one place for a while. I step over and look at the surrounding area. When the rift had opened, bringing me here, it had decimated this place.

Two small horses lay on the ground, not evidently breathing. I walk over to the pure black one with a large gash on his forehead. I raise my eyebrow. He is like a horse of legends, wings and a horn. I look over at the other one, and it too has wings. I dig my foot into the black one's back, leaning in to get a better look at it. I sniff in, and also catch the scent of the blue one. I frown to myself. They are dying.

"I smell death on both of them, they are not worth anything to me."

Shame, I was hoping to kill the first people, or horses, that I set my eyes on when I stepped into this world. New terrains, new nations, new victims. I step off the black one and stumble away, heading towards new flesh.