He breathed a sigh of relief, when he saw the cable connecting it to the main surveillance room was severed and the thick layer of dust coating it indicated that it had not been in use for a very long time. Bryan found it odd that it had not been repaired; usually anything that impaired Boris' ability to be omnipotent was fixed immediately. He also wondered why this place was not on one of the lower levels, anything so important that it warranted surveillance was on the lower levels. Indeed this place looked forgotten, it was unguarded, there was no working surveillance equipment, and weak doors protecting it from intruders.
"What are you up to Boris?" Bryan muttered, making his way to the next door, which lead him even further into the unknown. He still could not shake this feeling of familiarity but he knew that eventually those idiots, the guards would catch up to him eventually catch up to him, so further probing was not an option. He placed a pale hand upon the metallic doorknob but as he did a strange shuffling noise issued somewhere from behind him, Bryan turned to see what was making it. As he did, he saw something blue and white hurtle towards him, there was a sharp pain that radiated from his right shoulder all the way down his right side, to his toes and he was slammed back against the wall. He looked up at the figure above him, his vision slightly blurred but he could see the figures arm preparing to swing down again, he saw something glint menacingly from the figures hand; he could only guess that it was some ort of knife. Bryan reached up and caught the figures wrist as it came down, pushing it back. It was not that difficult, the thin figure was not that strong. Bryan's vision cleared and he looked at the person above. It was someone Bryan recognized, he looked up at the man, he had shoulder length blue hair, a thin, pale face and a rather pointed nose and he wore a lab coat that was splattered with something that resembled a mixture of blood and faecal matter.
"Kurzawski!" Bryan said, a tone of mock delight gracing his voice "it's so nice to see you again"
Kurzawski merely emitted a sound that resembled a growl and he pushed harder on Bryans arm, Bryan could now see that the scientist's weapon was actually a scalpel. Bryan, at a rather awkward moment, realised why this place was so familiar, he had spent his first few years at the abbey here and Kurzawski had been head scientist, he had assigned other scientists to work on Bryan, he had actually had little to do with him, apart from the odd check up, to see how his training was progressing.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" Kurzawski screamed, he pushed a little harder but he was still unable to overwhelm Bryan "I told Boris if I ever saw you again I'd kill you"
"Oh really?" Bryan asked, a small, deadly smile appearing on his face.
Bryan's calm exterior aggravated Kurzawski even more, he enjoyed teasing Kurzawski, he enjoyed watching his face contort even more in anger, he stared down at Bryan with a tremendous hate, and Bryan merely returned this look but ten fold. Bryan was under no illusions of why Kurzawski hated him so much or why he was trying to stab him with a scalpel. This hate for Bryan went back to when Bryan had disposed of the scientist that had been training him; Kurzawski had not given a fuck for any of them, just one in particular, a certain female scientist, his wife.
"I remember that night well you know, I remember picking them off one by one, I remember how she begged me not to kill her……do you know what I did to her body after wards?" Bryan stopped there, he had not actually done anything to her body but he would say anything to get a reaction out of the elder male. At this Kurzawski flung the scalpel into a far corner and proceeded to try to punch Bryan and Bryan let him, he felt the scientist's weak blow reign down upon his torso and he began to laugh, he knew that this would really piss Kurzawski off. It worked to, he felt Kurzawski's punches weaken and he threw his hands up into Kurzawski's chest and shoved him off, Kurzawski fell beside him, panting.
Bryan got to his feet, brushing himself down. He looked down at the rather pathetic figure on the ground, deciding whether he had time to give the scientist a good kicking. After thinking about it hard he decided that he did.

I am sorry scriberofdoom but I did not take your advice

-Hangs head in shame-

I am sorry that it is so short… :(