The World Of Steam

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Knox looked outside the window of the tank, enjoying the unending carnage that was happening. He smiled happily as he watched the six armies slaughter each other, not seeming to care how many of his soldiers died in a bloody death. Casualties were to be expected in war, and that was fine. His soldiers were expendable after all. The high ground was still in his firm grasp and he was not going to let it go, whatever he had to face. The people fighting in the civil war were too busy killing each other to notice that they could band together and stop the war for good. They were brainwashed by the glory of the fight, only murder being on their minds. Knox seemed relaxed, despite there being a fiery battle all around him, death and destruction vibrating all over. Suddenly, his ears seemed to prick up when he heard the squeak of the dull metal. His smile immediately dropped down as he became dead serious. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned his hostage very clearly without even turning around. Jennix lowered her hand and stepped away from the door, pressing her back to the wall. Maybe a quick escape was not the wisest option in a moment like this. Trying to slip by an unpredictable psychopath would surely spell disaster. Besides, she did not even know where the exit was. Even if she somehow did manage to sneak by him, she would not know where to go. The corridors could have led to dead ends and traps that would quickly end her life. She was stuck inside a giant moving complex of death without a way out. A few seconds went by and there was another squeak. Knox instantly spun around, throwing a knife towards his target. The knife stuck itself into the chest of an invading soldier. Quickly stepping over to his enemy, Knox drew the knife out, plunging it into the soldier's neck. In a second, he pushed the body away, leaving the useless knife, and grabbed hold of the second soldier's rifle. Wrenching it out of his grip, he smashed the butt of it into his head, shattering the gas mask to fragments. The other half that was still left slowly slid off his head and to the floor. The soldier looked at his oncoming doom, undeniable fear in his eyes, but Knox threw the rifle down onto the floor, having another idea. The kidnapper licked his lips, almost as though he was viewing the soldier as a hearty meal. Jennix squealed in horror as she witnessed Knox grab hold of one of the soldier's shoulders. In a blink, he wrenched the soldier's head to one side and dug his teeth into his neck. His sharpened incisors pierced through the skin with ease, squirting dark blood onto the walls. In one movement, he ripped out the flesh like a bear, splashing more blood onto the room. Groaning in ecstasy, he let the corpse fall to the floor and chewed onto the chunk of meat, swallowing it down like it was a juicy piece of steak. He turned to Jennix, a drop of blood falling from his chin, staining his already ruined suit. He grinned his bloody teeth at her, eyes filled with evil. Jennix trembled and stared in abject fear at the psychopathic cannibal as he converged onto her, laughing like the maniac that he was.