Congrat's, you've started reading what I believe will be my best fic to date!

Though I'm afraid I'll have to warn you there will be much violence, gore too.

Prepare yourself!

It was a room... a white room, not a hint of other colors. Even the door on the far wall was completely white. The only thing proving it was a door was the faint outline around it, there was no knob.

But... If you looked to the farthest corner of the room a black blot disturbed the white, looking even closer, streaks of red and grey went through it. The single blot began to move, looking at the single (you guessed it) white clock on the wall, the only thing in the room besides the blot itself, it showed exactly '11:24'.

"It's time." He murmured happily in a somewhat raspy voice.

The blot rose and showed itself to be a weasel of medium height, struggling for a moment, two large 'Pop's emanated from his now dislocated arms. The combined sleeve's of the straight jacket holding this prisoner sagged. Smiling, he let out a scream...

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A human guard leaned back in his chair looking at the ceiling, his name-tag read 'Ben'. He had randomly been selected to watch this prisoner, according to the high-ups in the asylum and several from the government, this one was to be watched 24/7, and all strange movement to reported directly to them.

Ben didn't understand exactly why a specially trained soldier was demoted to guard duty, but he figured since he was getting payed extra it was a lazy free paycheck. The brass plate above the door to the cell read 'Patient-665, Suffers from massive psychosis, schizophrenia and many other illnesses. Not to be listened too for extended periods of time under any circumstances. If contact is to be made, Patient will only be referred to as... Freak'

"Freak, what a fitting name" Ben thought, most of the time the Weasel just sat there, sometimes it would look at the camera and just smile, it was a smile of madness, though occasionally it was just one of what appeared to be a happy person. Most of the time when the patient spoke, the guard turned off the mic, as 'Freak', would often say things that would make even someone as well trained as Ben's skin crawl. Though other times, he would spout of random times and numbers, as if figuring out some massive mathematical problem.

They couldn't keep him with the other inmates, one once tried to ask him what he was trying to figure out, and when Freak refused to tell him, the man called the weasel and idiot. One fork later, that man could never walk again. After a string of similar incidents, Freak was finally locked up in solitary confinement.

A single solitary scream came through the mic, the guard reacted on instinct, rushing to the door to the cell and opening it. This was the last thing the noble Ben ever did. Freak leapt upon him, putting the loosened straight jacket arm around the guards neck, Ben could not do anything to stop his fate, his concern for even an asylum inmate caused his demise.

The weasel looked at the dead body of the guard, closing the door almost completely so to block out sound, he retrieved Ben's pistol he had been allowed due to the nature of the patient, with his feet. walking over and leaning up against a wall, he aimed it at the sleeve, holding it out, and fired two shots. The bullet's pierced the material, weakening the thread's enough for Freak to rip it apart, leaving both of his arms free. He flopped up one of the dislocated joints onto the wall, pressing into it until it popped back into it's socket. He did the same for the other arm.

Walking out the door with the pistol, Patient 665 was free.

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At that exact moment, an explosion went off in the front of the large asylum complex, walking through the fire calmly strode a yellow raccoon with an orange striped tail wearing what looked to be a t-shirt and pants in the style of a kimono. Strapped to her back was a large, dark gold, jagged sword with three blades, each on protruding from a skull hilt. The fire reflected off her grey eyes as she walked.

A doctor crawled out from under a desk, one of his legs was torn off and he was oozing dark red blood profusely from the wound. "P-p-please, H-Help me!"

The raccoon looked down at him. "I would... But I have orders to leave no survivors. Sorry." she kneeled down next to the man, instead of using the sword, she retrieved a dagger of the same color from the waistband of her pants.

"Wait? What?! What are you doing?! AHHHHHH!"

The doctor died quickly after his neck was slit. The raccoon walked on, stopping at a map of the place conveniently tacked to a wall. She found the section labeled 'Solitary Confinement' and headed that way.

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After the bomb went off, guards were immediately dispatched to Freak's cell, the first one rounding the corner that the weasel was in was shot through the head in a split second. After hearing the gunshots, a second thought that it might be safe to go around, this was not the case as Freak sweeped his legs out from under him and shot the man in the neck, blood spurted out in a fountain as the man tried to suck in a breath, spraying over Freak's straight jacket and body.

"My my, you stained my jacket! Tsk tsk..."

He whipped around just in time to strike the guard sneaking behind him in the gut with his weapon, firing upon impact and releasing some of the mans internal organs out of his back, the entrails writhed for a split second, as if trying to do their respective job's one last time before they lay still. Freak turned the corner.

The rest of the guard's stood there, one was holding a shotgun in his hands. The visage of Freak in his bloodstained clothing seemed to startle them for a brief moment... That was all that was needed, The madman rushed up to the shotgun wielder, kneeing him in the stomach and bringing the gun up to pistolwhip him in the face, he grabbed the shotgun as it flew out of the man's hand and grinned at the rest, blowing a hole through the original bearer of the shotgun as he smiled.

"What are you smiling about? Your a dead man!" one yelled.

"Oh, I wouldn't think s-"

the guard fired, the bullet hit Freak's side, but didn't seem to penetrate! A small amount of blood leaked out, staining the jacket even more.

"Ahh the power of science, care to try that again?"

"I'm going to kill you, you freak!" the brave one announced, but before he could pull the trigger, the gun disappeared from his hands!

"Firearm's are bad..." a calm voice spoke from behind them. There stood the raccoon, twirling the gun around her finger.

"Ahhh Shroud, right on time as normal. Do you have my weapons?"

"Of course sir." 'Shroud' tossed the sword over the head's of the stunned guards, Freak dropped the shotgun and grabbed the sword from mid-air, instantly running the 'brave' guard through his stomach, as he pulled the sword out, the man's large intestine was stuck onto it.

"Oh dear, that's messy" the weasel wiped it off with distaste. As the men broke out of their reverie, the found their trigger fingers were pulling on air. Shroud stood atop a small pile of the guns.

"Please! I never wanted this job! Let me go! I won't tell a soul, I swear!" on man finally broke down, begging on his knee's.

"I do not appreciate cowardice." Freak spat, raising the sword up and cleaving it through the mans skull, as the blood blasted out onto his fellow's, they took the hint and started to run for their very lives!

Shroud let them pass her, she walked up to Freak and reached inside her outfit once again, this time pulling out a large coil of tightly wound rope, the end of which had a black with a white edge attached. She also pulled out a small syringe filled with yellow liquid, handing both to the weasel. He lifted up part of his jacket, revealing a small area where fur would not grow, and a smaller hole in his side, which blood continually trickled through. He unwound the end of the rope, threading it through the hole for a second, he ended the procedure by spraying some of the liquid onto it. The bleeding stopped, the weapon was attached to its master in a matter of seconds.

The duo finally gave chase to the fleeing guards, Fear may have lent wings to some of their feet, but fear also made them clumsy and forgetful of how to escape. One man was brought down, the sickle embedded into his back. He couldn't even utter a scream, the blade hat severed his spine. The sickle whipped out of him, slashing sideways to cut the head off a guard that had stood to watch in horrified fascination. His head slowly slid off his body, landing perfectly right side up as his body crumpled behind it. His eyes permanently locked in the stare of horror seconds before.

"Should I do it now?" Shroud asked, pulling a small cylinder with a red button on it's top from her pocket.

"Wait... now." Freak instructed, small 'boom's were heard, as the cell's of every criminal or psychopath's cell Shroud had passed on her way to Freak blew open, releasing the convicts.

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One guard was immediately slammed into a wall by a man whose file stated that somehow, his brain had gone 'feral' and turned him into nothing more than a semi intelligent animal, his long and unkempt nails scratched at the mans stomach, eventually tearing through. This convict was also a cannibal...

The staff we're being attacked everywhere by the people they had kept locked up, the madmen and killers taking anything they could fine, peaces of splintered wood from desks, it didn't matter, to take their revenge.

Freak and Shroud walked through the madness with ease, and person trying to get close was instantly cut down by the weasel or the raccoon.

"Set off the second explosives now, if you would."

"Yes sir." she clicked the button again, and louder explosions rocked the place, one a few meters in front of the open area they emerged into obliterated a group of staff and guards who were holding a position of tipped over desks.

Freak smiling, with the emotionless Shroud walked through the flames into the night.

Told ya it would be good, I also told you that I would be doing both Bolt and the villains in one chapter, however I have changed my mind, sorry.

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