Escape

Escape, part 1

The fools hadn't even taken Sasha. She still lay against his hip, her slender curve and delicate point secured safely in her sheath, the comforting weight reminding him that he was not quite alone in this hell, that the bastards who threw the one and only Darkin Vorsych in Purg were going to pay.

In his lighter moments, he amused himself with the thoughts of what he would do to the the poor saps once he escaped. In his darker moments he wondered just how he would end up failing the Test. Hell, he wasn't even sure what it was, but he knew it was the only way out. It was given to every Limbo, as the public derisively called them, a single chance to escape back into society and normality. He'd seen Limbos who passed even become successful on the outside, he knew he could still have a good shot at making it out there in Heav, the land of the free. He'd never seen a failed Limbo, in fact he wasn't sure if anyone had. No one knew what happened to them, and he was damned if he was gonna find out. Whatever test they gave him, he would pass it and throw the results in their face-and stab them in the back on his way out, for good measure. Serves them right.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of 2 sets of footsteps outside his door.

"This one? I get that they convict innocents sometimes, but I'm not so sure about this one. He looks scary," a childlike female voice questioned.

"I mean we don't have too much time, we can't exactly pick and choose. Now quickly, before anyone notices!" An only slightly older but definitely masculine and excited voice intoned.

A chance? Being set free? This would make his quest far easier. Adjusting Sasha so she wouldn't make too much noise, he called out;

"Hey, you there! You two! Let me out, please! I'm not even dangerous, I'm just a basically normal soldier!"

"He sounds scary too," the girl pouted.

The boy, totally ignoring his partner, responded; "We're getting you out mister, we might need your help if we're noticed though, this place could be seriously dangerous for kids like us. What's your name sir?"

"I'm Darkin, and I'm in here wrongfully. You won't regret this, I promise you!"

"Lets both hope not!" The boy replied, sounding like he was struggling with something. The heavy latch, perhaps. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to help besides anxiously anticipate his freedom.

Suddenly, a loud piercing shriek filled the hall, repeating every 2 seconds at regular intervals. Shit shit shit the kids had been found or the door had an alarm on it, he was in danger.

*Whump whump whump*
The familiar sound of the short ranged teleporters the Purg officials used surrounded him, he was assuredly no longer alone.

"Hey kids, hurry up please!" Darkin called out as he drew Sasha, prepared to survive for however long it took. He soooo wasn't falling in this empty hellhole to these poorly trained pawns.

"The door is locked, we're trying!"

It would have to do. He hoped they got it open soon, the room was nigh crowded at this point, visored guards advancing on him with murderous intent.

"Time to dance, Sasha," Darkin whispered as he sprang into action, without warning or prelude. She became more than metal in his able hands-or maybe less than metal, less than anything even of substance. Nothing more than the idea of a weapon, a whisper in the wind that convinced flesh to part and blood to spill, for heads to fall and hearts to stop.

What horrorific scene this must be, Darkin thought absently as he cut through men like a farmer through grain. This rather poor display was going to shock the poor kids when they opened that door, that's for sure. But who cared? He grinned savagely. They'll see what they'll see, he wasn't going to hold back to spare some horror from them. He was having far too much /fun/ to do that.

As more and more fell, all other sounds were drowned out by a constant rumble. It took Darkin a moment to realize it was his own laughter. Finally he was having a bit of fun in this hellhole, it was about damn time.

"Harder, try harder you scum!" He raged, "If you can't even touch me then you don't deserve even the slightest bit of mercy!"

"I knew he was scary, I knew it!" The girl complained from behind the still-closed door.

"It's almost there, mister Darkin! We almost have it!" The boy called out

Totally heedless of the children's babble, Darkin continued cutting swathes through the poor soldiers who could barely even defend themselves from Sasha's strikes. Blow after blow he rained down upon the guardsmen, Sasha sneaking under visors and through guards like a living thing, as intangible as thought yet sharper than any blade. With every enemy he killed, his resolve grew-and with it, his enjoyment. Laughing maniacally he sliced through 2 men in as any seconds, just him and Sasha against the world. But there in the background, wasn't there a voice?

"Sir, sir! The door is open! We can escape!"

Escape? /Escape?/ Why would he want to do that? He was having a /great/ time right here. He wasn't going to just turn and leave when there were still so many left to play.

"Mr. Darkin, please, we can go, let's gooo!"

A hand on his arm. As soon as he felt it he let Sasha strike. With a cry the young girl fell back, with her mouth in the same 'o' as her chest had just recently acquired. She gasped as she fell to the ground, blood leaking from the wound like sap from a tree, the life seeping slowly from her bark. Suddenly sober, Darkin rushed to her her side, but by the time he was there she was gone. He looked to the door, locked. To the soldiers, gone.

A robotic voice intoned emotionlessly;
"Prisoner #32906AE has been deemed...unfit, for rehabilitation. Test concluded."

Those devious bastards had tricked him, the whole thing was just one big test? So if he failed, and can't go back to Heaven, then he was headed for...

Hell.

Gas started seeping in from several until-now unseen vents in the walls. As he got more and more drowsy and his eyes became heavier and heavier, he was sure he could hear something from deep below, something deep and rumbling, building louder and louder.

Laughter.