The noise of the emergency alarm going off was lost among the loud screams and yells of a desperate battle happening in the asylum kitchen area where four young women had rushed in there to come to the aid of one of their number, who'd just failed in her surreptitious mission.

Roaring with fury about catching the cunt he'd brought into his workplace for a quickie who'd instead taken this opportunity to try stealing a sharp carving knife from his belt, the fat cook enraged beyond reason had Sweet Pea in a headlock with one beefy arm and was bringing nearer to that girl's face the knife held in the cook's other hand. Only Amber and Blondie frantically attempting to pull back with both arms the cook's wrist were slowing down at all the knife's momentum, but even with their full weight and effort, the needle tip was still approaching Sweet Pea's terrified eyes. Seeing this, Rocket down on her knees on the kitchen floor while clasping one of the cook's legs and trying to tip him over strove even harder in this to save her sister, all to no avail.

The last of their small group, Babydoll was sitting dazed in a kitchen corner, thrown off a moment ago after she'd leapt onto the cook's back and in the course of this getting her head knocked hard against a wall. Holding her aching skull, Babydoll was abruptly jerked out of her stupor at the wooden kitchen door to the outside hallway corridor being entirely demolished by someone smashing through it, with accompanying splinters flying everywhere.

Even the struggling people in the middle of the kitchen began to react to that, but far too slowly. In a blur, the unexpected stranger dove into the fight, sending each of the girls staggering off into all directions when the cook was seized with incredible strength. That included Sweet Pea being suddenly freed of his strangling grip by the cook. Three hundred pounds of flabby flesh were then effortlessly lifted over the stranger's head until the cook was savagely slammed onto his back against the top of the nearest metal kitchen table.

Just barely managing not to collapse under the force of that tremendous blow, the table then shuddered due to yet another wallop. When the cook hit the table, the shock of this naturally made him let go of his knife. Flipped up high towards the kitchen ceiling, the loose knife was immediately seized by its hilt in mid-air by the stranger. In a smooth downwards curve, point first, the knife was thrust entirely through the cook's splayed-out right hand and also the metal tabletop under it.

The resulting shriek of agony emitted by the cook was cut off even as this started, with a casual backhand slap made by the stranger using a bare fraction of the astonishing strength he'd already shown before. That slap still rendered in a spray of blood and spittle the cook unconscious, along with shattering his jaw and close to a half-dozen teeth plus pulping both lips and his nose.

Glaring at the limp form of the cook bleeding from both his mouth and transfixed hand with the knife still sticking out from there, the stranger seemed to be considering inflicting even more punishment against someone who'd just tried to viciously slash a girl-

Um. About that…

The stranger slowly turned around and stared with one eye at the five young women also in the kitchen who were regarding him with terrified incredulity. Well, to be honest, they had very good reasons for this reaction, what with that brutal guy's empty crater where his left eye should've been, the lank, filthy hair and beard which hadn't been cut for months, two sets of ankle shackles with their trailing chains, and a massively-scarred body displaying to the world every square inch of his otherwise bare skin.

Yes, their presumed rescuer was completely naked. Which was not reassuring Babydoll, Blondie, Sweet Pea, Rocket, and Amber at all.

Things got even weirder when the guy snapped his head up to scowl at the alarm bells still continuing to ring at maximum volume, which the girls finally paid attention to in turn. Appalled at how their recent ruckus might've grabbed the authorities' notice, these ladies gazed at each other in mutual confused panic, not sure what to do next. The most sensible part of their bleak prospects would be to sneak back into their rooms and pray not to get caught during this, but that'd only work until the cook woke up and managed to convey how he got beaten up by the asylum's most dangerous lunatic with the girls as witnesses. They'd be blamed too, you could be sure of that.

Just when Babydoll and the others realized the utter hopelessness of their situation, something particularly bizarre occurred. The stranger spoke.

In a rough voice sounding like he hadn't talked for years, he growled, stretching out the words, "Coooommme! Rrrruuuunnnn! Ssssscrrrraaaammm!"

None of them moved, only gawking at the naked man. Despite themselves, a few of the girls' attention drifted to one specific point of his unclad body, which was really, really… Uh, just…really.

Rolling his sole remaining eye in evident exasperation, the guy next bellowed, "FFFFRRRREEEEE!"

After saying that, the guy dashed to the new opening where the kitchen door to the corridor had been until he'd run through it a couple minutes ago without bothering to open this first. Pausing there, the guy glanced around at them all and irritably beckoned the girls to follow after him.

Without thinking about it, Rocket, Amber, Sweet Pea, and Blondie all looked at Babydoll. Unable to come up with anything better, she shrugged and shouted over the alarm bells still ringing, "Let's go! This might be our only chance! At least, it's got to be better than letting them round us up without even trying to make a break for it!"

Whirling around, the guy darted out into the corridor, followed at once by the girls in a line directly after him. On second thought, they were staying a few steps behind, simply because he stank.

The disgusting odor of dried sweat, piss, and shit coming from him became all too evident when a few seconds later the guy skidded to a stop just before a cross corridor, throwing out both arms horizontally to make the girls also halt. Almost bumping with him in a group collision, Babydoll, Blondie, Sweet Pea, Rocket, and Amber winced at the smells wafting their way, but they managed to not actually touch him.

Opening their mouths to yell questions at him over why he'd stopped, the girls simultaneously changed their minds at seeing the very evil grin the guy was now doing. Showing every stained tooth in an definitely maniacal expression that made the girls all take a cautious step back, the guy cocked his head as if listening to something.

At that point, the pair of four orderlies lying in wait on either side of the cross corridor where they'd been out of sight now sprang their ambush. Nearly a ton of burly muscle in the form of eight men wielding nightsticks, axe handles, and other clubs thundered forward and around the cross corridor corners, catching in between them just one victim…who strangely looked happy to see them.

Springing forwards in turn at the advancing mob with his arms wide open and ready fingers curled to pummel, Xander mentally reminded both himself and his possessions to tone down some of what he was gonna do to all those bastards who'd abused him for the last six months. No killing, actual mutilations, or permanent crippling injuries.

That said, it left things free for Xander to then introduce to his newest opponents an entire universe of pain.

Cringing in their hallway while putting their hands over their ears, five young women watched with wide eyes how a naked man punched away with casual swings of his fists that still lifted off their feet the whole group of much-bigger orderlies and sent them crashing into the corridor walls, the floor, and in one impressive case, the ceiling. It took far less time to accomplish than to put it down in words.

Not even breathing hard, Xander stood at the intersection of the corridors surrounded by the bodies of his defeated foes and savoring the moans and whimpers of those who weren't already out cold. Mind you, those who'd escaped into dreamland weren't going to have all their broken bones and missing teeth be automatically healed when they woke up. Glancing down the hallway at where the girls he'd rescued were staring in awe at him, Xander waved at them in another 'come on' gesture. They weren't safe yet.

Watching the obedient girls gingerly pick their way among the bodies (the still-conscious ones finally got a rush of sense to their battered heads and pretended to be napping), Xander turned and began thinking how to get out of here-

"YOU!" was abruptly shrieked in a female voice.

Spinning back around, Xander and the other girls gawked at where Blondie had just viciously kicked one of the unconscious orderlies in the face. Too enraged to make sure of her first kick which had only brushed against the cheek of the supine man's countenance and made a limp head flop over, Blondie drew her foot back for another, more vigorous try. In the middle of this, Blondie was unexpectedly grabbed off her feet and moved in a half-circle while being held up to then be gently deposited there on the hallway floor further away from the attacked orderly.

Still too mad to care exactly why the naked smelly guy had just done that, sprinting to where she was and preventing her from taking a deserved revenge, Blondie was prevented from screaming at him by a calm growl, "Headddd haaarrrrddd. Brrrreeaaakk tooooeeessss."

Even more astonishing, Blondie's hands were next taken in a firm grip so that one of her hands was put palm-down upon the naked guy's left palm for him to give several soft, reassuring pats with the fingers of his other hand onto the top of her gripped hand. Smiling at a dumbfounded Blondie, Xander let go.

Stepping over to the orderly who clearly in the past had done something unforgivable to one of his girls, Xander shoved apart with one foot this man's legs so that they were fully outstretched. Looking over his shoulder at Blondie, Xander lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

Blondie nodded.

Xander's superhuman kick done right into the orderly's crotch completely boosted the man's body several feet off the floor and sent him well away down the cross corridor in a mid-air arc, accompanied by a whistling squeal from the insensible guy now owning a pair of ruptured testicles. Apparently, that amount of tremendous pain was reacted to even by the comatose.