"............" It's quiet again, the soft murmur of the machines softens to a low hum with only sudden pops and clanks interrupting the stillness in the air. The hall before him is rather clean and it feels like he's never been here before, perhaps it's the smell of blood removed oh so well from the wall but... He snaps out of it. Of course the place looked different, he hadn't been around to destroy and obliterate anyone who dare cross into his territory. Yet, here he is in the middle of the hallway ,straightjacket and all, with his face and legs stained with his own blood and the blood of others. Pitiful, he thought as he examined a recent wound on his right leg, just pitiful. He picks up the scent of someone behind him and he jumps around like a scared animal.
"......!!!"














