Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Escape Plan

Eric stepped out of the massive hole in the wall with a cruel ear-to-ear grin on his face. He could hear the stomps of the armed guard and agents running down the hallway to take him down. And never before has he felt so ready. He wanted them to come at him. Oh yes, he was just itching to kill something.

As soon as he walked into the hallway, he saw the men coming at him huddled in a pack. They were hitting the front of their riot shields with their batons.

"Prisoner 01115! On your knees! Now!" One of them screamed through their face shields. He didn't react, he just stood in the some pose, smiling. "You have one last chance, Drakkman! On the ground!" He heard the same man speak. His smile then faded, and raised a brow at him.

"Drakkman?" He questioned to himself. He looked at him strangely, then shook off the remark.

Each of the men felt their hearts stop, as he took a step forward. Then another. Then another. Pretty soon his speed began to increase. They knew he was going to attack.
"Standard formation!" The lead guard yelled. Eric could see all of their expressions. Their eyes were enlarged, not fearful but damn near it. That was, until he started running at them.

The lead guard at the front of the squad led the men to charge back at him.

He swung his baton down at Eric, easily being dodged by the mad man. He jumped up to the riot shield, and used it to jump into the aim. He came back down and slammed his fists directly down on the guard, completely crushing him into the floor. He hit hard. And he wasn't moving.

"Hostile target! Take him down!" Another guard screamed. The next two running up at him, both tried to bash him forward with their shields. Pathetic.

With his raw strength alone, Eric swatted at the man on his left, throwing him and his shield against the concrete wall. The other guard attempted to knock him in the face with the shield, but Eric caught the sides of it, and slammed his foot forward.

The pure brute force of his kick completely shattered the shield in half, stunning the agent. Now exposed, the fearful guard attempted to reach for his sidearm pistol. As he reached for it, Eric quickly grabbed his hand and clenched tight in his rights. He quickly threw his hand forward and broke the guards wrist backwards.

The guard crumpled to the floor on his knees as he screamed in agony. Eric then grabbed him by the top of the vest, and tossed to the top of the hallway, and watch him hit the ceiling strung light. He continued to scream as he was electrocuted for a brief moment, before finally hitting the floor. Dead.

Each agent knew batons weren't going to do a damn thing. But they kept their shields up as a safety precaution. But they knew even the shields weren't going to protect them. But they had a job to do. So if they were going to go down, they were going to do it fighting.

Another agent tried to run up at him, and fire his sidearm into Eric's skull. Eric quickly kicked the man's arm as the gun went off, shooting a bullet right at the sparking light that just killed the last man. The light came swinging down, coming into Eric's reach. He quickly evaded another bullet, and ripped the dangling light clean off its wires.

He spun around and swung it right at the man, hitting him right in the chest. He hit the guard so hard with his super strength, it completely pierced his chest armor. It stabbed through his chest, drenching his torso in crimson blood. The man began gasping for air, grabbing hold of his punctured chest. Eric grabbed the back of his helmet, and smashed his face into his knee.

One of the upcoming agents almost caught him off guard, by swinging a stun-baton at him. Eric not only heard it coming a mile away, he could sense it. SENSE it.