Betrayal. It's a two way street. When it's used against you, it's the worst kind of feeling. But then there's situations like this. Two guards forest gump'd down a long platform. The darker man reached the end first, quickly drew his hand gun, and fired two rounds at the poles supporting his side of the platform. His "friend" fell to the depths of the building. The guard began shaking with laughter and arrogantly strolled into the next room. Craning my neck, I was able to make out an elevator shaft. My plants were eager to help - they didn't get out much these days, but I was in too much of a hurry to slow up. I ran and leaped. Clearing the runway no problem I scurried into the next room. Still chuckling, the guard stepped into the elevator. I flitted over to him and without a second thought reached forward, grabbed a handful of his sleeve and pulled him forward. I jammed his wide body inbetween the doors and slid between his legs. "NO!" He screamed as I pressed the button to shut the doors. The crunches of broken bones were music to my ears. I'm a villian, I'm more than entitled to find pleasure in morbid things. The elevator chirped and rolled open, I kicked the guard's lifeless body down and carefully stepped over it. Cameras didn't really matter at this point because one, I was in a hurry and two, I'd already disposed of the main security guards. The hall was quiet and completely empty. Which was rather strange, this part of the building emptied out only for executions. Just as it all came together in my mind, a chorus of giggles caught my attention. "Shit." I plowed through the door, kicked down a second. The impact rattled up into my leg. I didn't have time to even wince. My shattered limb would have to wait. I'd regenerate it within a few minutes anyway. The giggles were shrill but somehow weakened they died down. "Red?" A tiny voice whimpered pitifully. I tried to make out the source but all I saw was a room full of gas. My plants slithered in, the men and women in the room flinched back. Guards reached for their guns. I was clearly out numbered, cocks of pistols echoed throughout the entire room. Boom.
My eyes snapped open to take in a gruesome sight. Blood was splattered across the room. It dripped from my hands, slithered off my torn clothes. I shuddered at what I'd done. No one was identifiable. Faces were torn or battered to a pulp. Bodies lay skewered, faces locked in screams. Limbs in awkward directions, heads and arms missing. Agony ripped across faces. Eyes wide open, some no where to be found. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen before, however. I shook my head and turned to look at the cell. The gas had cleared and bound to a chair was a lifeless girl. Her hair served as a toeheaded curtain, pale arms dangling uselessly. Torso covered by an Arkham prisoner shirt that plunged a little too deep, long legs pantsless. I couldn't bring myself to recover the body, so my plants did instead. I left them behind, running and running into nowhere.