PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Gore

Anon fell onto his right side, grunting as he hit the floor. He rolled over onto his back and tried to get up, but couldn't due to his arms being tied with the straight jacket. Alice ran towards him and helped him stand up, a muffled sigh escaped Anon's mouth as he felt the presence of everyone in the room look at him in confusion, fear and joy.

"I guess your wondering about all of this.." Said Anon, his voice still muffled from the face helmet strapped to him.

"Alice told us everything.." Said Christine, wondering wether or not to take the mask from his face. Her hand hesitated in the air as if reaching for something out of reach, shaking slightly.

"We need to get out of here" Said Anon, "Could you take this thing off of me?" He added, shaking his head around.

Christine revived her hesitating hand and reached to the silver metallic helmet and yanked at it, not bothering with the straps. She yanked it again, this time it came off of his head revealing his damaged face. His left eye was bleeding as much as his broken nose and his hair was a tangle of pink intertwining strands. You could tell whatever happened to Anon after he ran away seemed like a real mess, just from looking at him. All of them apart from Alice stared at the two ear shaped objects on the side of Anon's head. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and stepped away from the group. The straight jacket he was imprisoned in fell in pieces to the floor, Anon stretched his now free arms in front of him and glanced at his handiwork on the floor. He untucked his waistcoat from his ripped jeans and stood up straight. He stretched his fingers out into the air and pulled them down towards each other, he cracked his knuckles and a looked at the door in front of him.

Anon walked towards the double doors, pausing before reaching the door, "Stay behind me" He said smirking. He exited the door and looked at the group of armed guards lining up in a trained formation. The soldiers fired their weapons straight towards Anon, aiming for his face and chest. Anon didn't even flinch, the bullets fell in two pieces onto the floor. The poisoned dust inside the bullets circled up from the floor and formed into a large tornado, the tornado was hurled towards the guards and exploded on impact, sending all of them to catch on fire and set off the rest of the tornado, exploding themselves.

Alice walked through the door, grinning at the corpses and limbs that littered the room. Christine, Abbie and Sam followed Alice, covering their mouths and gaging at the same mess Alice was strangely happy with.

Anon walked forward, his head down as low as it could go. He walked slowly as if savouring the moment of destruction. The heavy duty metal doors at the end of the corridor slammed onto the floor in front of him, revealing more armed soldiers. Anon smirked at walked towards them, deflecting every bullet with the eight vectors he had. A guard from the group flew towards Anon, stoping just before him. Anon slowly looked up to see the crowds reaction when the 'volunteer' turned around in a complete circle, leaving his head stay in the same place. The useless corpse fell to the floor as another 'volunteer' flew towards him. Anon ripped the blade from the gun he was brandishing and ran the tip of it from shoulder to shoulder, barely slicing the skin. Anon did it again, this time pressing down more. The blade pieced the skin of the guard and tore across to his shoulder, Anon chuckled a psychopathic-chuckle and stabbed the blade into the victims neck. Anon repeatedly stabbed the guard in the neck thirty-six times and dropped the corpse to the floor, the blade still lodged in his throat. Another guard flew to Anon, the victim spat at him. Anon gabbed the guard by the throat and reached into his mouth, he gripped the guards tongue as hard as he could and ripped it out. He kicked the still alive guard to the floor and stood on his head so he couldn't move. Anon slowly chuckled as the guard started to choke of his own blood. He looked up at the rest of the guards who were still in formation and shooting as the bullets could actually do something. Anon turned to face the guards properly and looked at the floor. All of the guards were simultaneously decapitated.

A bloody head rolled towards Sam, she kicked it away gaging.