Kent landed hard. He hit the floor with a thump, but he quickly leaned forwards, tucked his shoulder and rolled. Most of the impact had been taken out due to doing that, but his ankles stung slightly. But he didn't stop, he jumped back up and kept running. He heard shouts behind him, then pounding of running feet. Kent knew where he was going to go. He had some unfinished business before he was going to leave. He ran straight for the glass wall, to the laboratory. Then, as he was running, something sharp slammed into his back and he fell forwards. Kent yelled, reached behind him a ripping out a tranquilizer dart. He felt the solution ebb into his veins, and then a burning. But it didn't knock him out. He was still conscious. The only thing the dart achieved was making him angry, and right now, that wasn't the best idea.

   Kent lay a moment, the burning of the chemical in his body hurting. Several of the guards foolishly walked close to him, and that's when Kent sprang up. He leapt at a guard, slamming him to the ground. The guard yelled, surprised, losing grip of his gun. Kent was on top of him, and jerked slightly back when receiving a elbow jab to the chin. The guard was able to reach around Kent and slam him to the ground, so now Kent was at the bottom. Kent acted quickly, slamming his fist into the guards nose. There was a crunch as it began bleeding. The guard, surprised by the speed, lifted his hand to cover his nose. Kent lashed his leg out and pushed the guard, sending him crashing on his side. Then he sprang up, yanking the guard to his feet by his collar. Keeping the guard in front of him, Kent pulled him and began to move back.

"SHOOT HIM," he heard Dr Willims scream. A guard began to protest, but Dr Willims lashed back. The guards nodded grimly, and raised their guns. Kent lowered the man just enough to make the other guard think he had a clear shot, but yanked him back up as the gun was fired. Fortunately for the guards sake, it was just a tranquilizer. It stuck in the guards necks, immediately rendering him unconscious. Kent cursed, but then reached down, and yanked the guards gun, a real one, from his belt. He threw the guard to the side, and leaped behind a pile of crates. Wood splintered as shots from real guns echoed through the building. Kent looked out for a split second, firing at a guard. He heard a scream, then a thud, so he knew he had hit what he had aimed for.

  Kent ducked instinctively when he heard the ping of a bullet hitting behind him. The crates he was taking cover behind were getting pretty splintery, and a bullet had managed to go clear through one. Quickly, Kent reached his hand out, shot once, and threw a crate at the middle of the cluster. Then he lept sideways, into the open, and ducked behind another box of crates. He saw big red letters on the new crates, reading explosive. His eyes widened as he realized what a dangerous place he had put himself in. Then he had an idea. Very carefully, he took the box on the top of the stack, setting it on the floor. Then he pushed it as hard as he could towards the group. He watched through a crack in the crates. He expected it to be kicked, but even better, a man decided to shoot it. A very dumb move on his part. As soon as the bullet hit it, it exploded. A huge explosion that send a shockwave through the air, and sent all the guards flying in all directions. The bang echoed throughout the warehouse, then clatters as wood chips and other things fell onto the concrete floor. Then silence.

   Kent cautiously peeked his head out, and saw all of the guards were laying on the floor barely conscious, or knocked out. Smiling, Kent stepped out from behind the crates, knowing there was no danger for him now. His eyes flicked over to the glass wall, which was amazingly still in tact, seeing a slightly quivering Dr Willims behind. Kent began walking briskly towards him. Dr Willims stared at him, terror slowly creeping into his eyes.

"You did this." Kent yelled. "This was your fault. You made me like this. Did I ask to be like this? Does anyone want to go through years of sheer agony?" He let out a ragged breath, stopping in front of the glass wall.

"Did you ever think this was going to work?! You achieved your goal, but what ever made you think that your... your... creation would obey you?!" Kent angrily stared at Dr Willims.

"The answer is no!!" Kent screamed. He punched the glass wall. It was strong, and when he punched it, cracks raced in all directions from his fist. Then it shattered. Shattered into a million sparkling pieces that fell with a ear bursting clash onto the floor. Then it was silence, except for Kent's heavy breathing. His fist he had punched the glass with was bleeding, but he didn't care. His chest rose and fell, anger towards Dr Willims the only thing on his mind.

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" Dr Willims taunted, his voice wavering.

"Oh, you know I'm capable of doing that. I could probably snap your neck easily with my bare hands. But no. I think I'll make you suffer first." Kent flexed his hands, blood dripping off from the one that was bleeding.

  Dr Willims raised his eyebrows slightly. "Why the need?" He asked with a desperate and forced chuckle. "Just get it over with if you're going to."

"I'm going to make you feel what I felt. But I bet it'll only be a mere fraction of what I felt. So consider yourself lucky." Kent smiled slightly. Dr Willims took a step back, then began to turn to run. Kent figured he would try to run. Kent sprinted forwards and was in front of him before Dr Willims took two steps. Kent grabbed him by the throat, lifting him and throwing him against an exam table. Dr Willims crashed into it, tipping it over and tumbled back onto the glass on the floor. He groaned, struggling to roll over, but fell on his side clutching his arm. Kent walked over to him, a syringe grasped in one hand. He knelt down, looking Dr Willims in the eyes.

"Hurts, doesn't it? But I wonder what this does." He held the syringe loosely in the palm of his hand, peering at the thick red liquid inside. "Looks.... painful. Just right." He smirked, looking back at Dr Willims, who's eyes flicked conceringly from the syringe, terror glazing his eyes.

"Ooh, something interesting I see," Kent said with amusement in his voice. He twirled it on his fingers playfully. "Lets see just what it does." He quickly dropped it off his fingers into his palm, grasped it like a dagger and stabbed the needle right in Dr Willims arm. He screamed, his other hand scrabbling at the syringe. Kent smirked, yanking it out, and throwing it aside.

"Do you feel that?!" Kent screamed. "Thats what I went through! Several times a week!!"

  If Dr Willims was paying attention, he didn't show it. He started twitching on the ground, face contorted in pain. Blood was visible on the floor, probably seeping from cuts due to the glass.

   Kent grabbed the front of his shirt, and lifted Dr Willims like he was a doll. He grabbed a long piece of glass and slammed him on the wall. He still clutched his shirt, but put his arm against him, keeping him pinned to the wall, then pressed the piece of glass on his throat.

"This is a miniscule amount to the sheer agony I felt." Kent spat, pressing on Dr Willims chest with his arm, causing him to slightly cry out.

"Oh I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Kent said, shoving upwards on his chest. Dr Willims groaned, gasping for a breath.

"This is what I endured every. single. day. for two years," Kent hissed. "And you're the one who put me through it."

"Please..." Dr Willims gasped.

  Kent laughed, an insane laugh. "Pleading for your life. What do you think I did? Did you listen to me? Absolutely not. You had this coming. All you did was laugh and mock and kept on. You didn't care. So why should I care? Huh?!" He shook Dr Willims, teeth gritted. He frowned angrily, pressing harder on his neck with the glass. Dr Willims tried to move, but he quickly stopped when a thin line of red on his neck appeared. Blood traveled down the glass, dripping onto Kent's hand. But then, he froze, hearing something. He slowly lowered the glass, he gaze turning away. Dr Willims managed a raspy laugh. Kent listened more, estimated at least the footsteps of 100 men. Somehow, Dr Willims had called for reinforcements, and here they were, surrounding the building from the sounds of it.

  Kent slowly turned his gaze back to Dr Willims. His gaze seemed calm, while Kent's was furious. His grip tightened to hard on the glass in his hand, he felt it cutting into his skin. The muscles in his arms quivered, then he relaxed his hand, letting the shard fall to the ground. He closed his eyes, calming his mind. Opening his eyes, he stared at Dr Willims.

"It's an army..." Dr Willims squeaked. "You'll never get out. So do it, just kill me." There was a almost mocking smile on his face. Kent looked at him, eyes sparking in anger, but he then just smiled.

"I'm going to let you live. Oh how I would love to crush your miserable, measly, pathetic soul in my hands. But I'd have more pleasure in letting you suffer. I know your arm is probably smashed beyond repair, and whatever was in that serum..." he smiled, yanked Dr Willams away from the wall, and threw him to crash into the floor. He fell limp, unconscious.

  Now Kent took a deep breath, wiping the blood off of his hands onto his pants. Time to get out of here.