She screamed and took a step back, the other scientist turned to see 935 not on the table but up in the air heading straight for him, he carried a tray and put it up his face as a shield, what surprised him most was when a circle formed on the tray wide enough for 935's hand to pass through and punch the scientist face effectively breaking the scientist's nose.
He groaned in pain and staggered backwards with a hand covering his bleeding nose.
935 opened his mouth to reveal a slightly cut tongue slowly healing. What the scientist didn't know was that the moment they injected him he bit his tongue, so he could bleed out the drug.
"Ahhh" 935 heard the female scientist yell and turned around to see her lunge for him with a scalpel in her hand, he held her hand and her shoulder, the female scientist tried to struggle but she couldn't 935 pulled the hand she held the scalpel with, out their sockets and tossed it on the floor.
The female scientist let out a loud scream, but her scream was short lived. 935 split her apart vertically with brute force, her organs played on the floor as her cleaved body dropped to either sides.
"Holy..." he heard the male doctor mutter, 935 turned and looked at him, his eyes was on the female scientist body before he looked at 935. He quickly dashed to his left, 935 could see his target was a red button on the wall.
The scientist rushed and immediately his palm grazed the button without him even pushing it a scalpel pierced through his hand and nailed it to the button on the wall.
"Garrrhhhhhh" the scientist yelled as blood began to drip from his hand.
Suddenly the alarms went off, loud blaring warnings echoed through the room as the lights turned red.
The scientist held his hand as he slowly tried to remove it from the scalpel, he didn't notice 935 making his way towards him. 935 watched the scientist struggle slowly trying to ease up the pain as he pulled at his hand this made 935 frown cause the scientist even tried to blow on it, no one cared to ease his pain but this one here is afraid of such a small thing? He asked himself.
He remembered when they nailed him, burned him and cut him, all the pain he felt yet here this scientist is, crying over a meager cut. 935 held the scientist hand and pulled it down, making a forced cut up and through the scientists middle finger.
*AAAAARRRHHHH*
The scientist cried out loudly tears and snot poured out of his eyes and nose, he stook a few steps back, blood dripped from his hand as he bled out. His middle finger had been divided into two and were trying to go their separate ways, like two hurt lovers as the blood that rushed out from his wound pushed them apart.
Tears streamed down the scientist faces as he looked at the condition of his hand. He looked up to see 935 walking towards him and he immediately knelt down "Please..." he cried out.
935 scoffed as he looked at him.
"Remember when you begged" Entity's voiced echoed in his head with each step he took.
"Please, please don't" the scientist cried out.
"Remember when you begged them to stop"
"I'm sorry okay?" the scientist pleaded "Please spare me"
"Remember how you cried out in pain for them to put an end to your misery!!" Entity said and flashes of what they put him through replayed in his head.
935 walked up to the scientist and held the scientist's bleeding hand, 935 put the scientist's hand close to his face and said "Eat it"
The scientist looked at him wide eyed "W-what?" the scientist stuttered.
935 looked at him coldly, ignoring the pleas in his eyes and said "Eat it or die" 935's words came out as an order, as he forced the scientists bleeding inside his mouth.
The scientist let out muffled noises as he stared at the door and back at 935, 935 looked over his shoulder at the door and looked back at the scientist. "Who do you think is faster? Them or ME?" 935 said with a smirk on his lip.
The scientist swallowed hard, with great reluctance the scientist bit on his bleeding finger. The sounds of bones getting crushed echoed in the room as 935 watched the scientist.
He could also feel the soldiers closing in on them, the scientist heard it too as his eyes was glued to the door, waiting and hoping for help to come quick as he chewed on his fingers. "Swallow" he heard 935 say and looked at 935 with shock.
935 stared at him dryly and said "Swallow" they could now hear the soldiers footsteps closing in on them, the scientist saw this as an opportunity but this was his mistake.
The scientist opened his mouth to yell for help, blood and parts of his finger that he had been forced to masticate dropped on the floor and on his clothes, the moment he opened his mouth and yelled...
*HEEEEL-...*
He was silenced immediately as 935 shoved a hand into his chest. The scientist let out wheezing sounds as he gasped for air, he leaned forward, his only support preventing him from meeting the cold ground was 935's body.
935 pulled his hand out the scientist chest, in it was the scientist heart. The scientists body fell to the floor with a thud, 935 tossed the heart in his hand out the door and faced the door, a soldier barged in unfortunately for him he was alone.
Before the soldier could even make use of his weapon, a scalpel, the same scalpel that was used to pin the scientist to the wall made home inside the soldiers skull, right between his brows. This soldier was lucky enough to have his lights turned out quick as his body fell to the ground.
935 stepped out of the room and into the hall, his hand dripping with the dead scientists blood. Any living thing that crossed his path ended up dead, either torn apart or with a metal engraved in the head.
All the timed 935 had tried to escape, he avoided killing, he tried to be quiet and quick. Or at least leave little damage but this time he couldn't care less. These people had no remorse and wanted to end him. Quiet time should have ended a long time ago.
The sound of two gunshots pierce the air.
935 stood boldy in the hall he looked almost 4 feet tall, slowly he walked through the flickering hallway.
"Stand down 935!!" A soldier yelled with a gun pointed at him.
He kept on progressing forward, stepping on the blood stained marble floor.