Locked. Damnit. I heaved a sigh of angry frustration. No big deal. I cracked off a bone from my shoulder that was beginning to dig into the skin of my neck. I jammed it into the small lock and twisted it around. Ok, the easy part was taken care of, but the alarms, the old man's mansion would have 'em, no doubt. I bent down on my knees, and pulled out some pocket-sized pieces of plastic. These should do the trick. Carefully I placed one after another in front of the small red laser beams, making a laser-free path for me to walk.

"Is someone there?" A bulky figure walked around the corner. I had to get rid of him, but I didn't want to make a big scene, the faster I could do my business the better. I crouched down, hiding myself in the shadows. I listened carefully to his footsteps; he was slowly walking toward me; almost there, almost, now. I smirked, knowing I would soon have the satisfaction of doing what I did best. As I jumped out of the dark, my hand forcefully covered his mouth. This man must've been double my size; and it was taking all the strength I had to hold him. I let up my grasp for a second, but it was one second too many. A sharp elbow plunged deep into my left ribcage. I stumbled back, as a sharp pain shot up my body. That was it, no body, but NO BODY, messed with Marrow that way.

I gazed at him, with anger-flaming eyes. And almost as a predator hunting her prey, I pounced on top of him, the force knocking him down, "You're so dead." As he opened his mouth to yell, I drove a sharp, rough blade of bone through his neck, and into his throat, "This'll keep ya quiet." I took a moment to admire, to savor his suffering. His eyes were staring off into space, his mouth quivering from the shock; he looked as if he was going through hell, and it gave me such a feeling of satisfaction. A muffled laughed escaped my mouth just before I thrust another bone deep into his chest, surely stabbing his heart, and killing him on the spot.

I stood up, leaving the cold, pale corpse lying on the ground. I need to get the papers and get out of here. Dark Beast was busy with some new evil scheme, building some machine that would kill all of mortal humans, and of course I was the one stuck doing all the dirty work. But, as sick as it was, I enjoyed it. It was my way to get vengeance on the savages that killed my family, and I took pleasure in every minute of it. I pulled out the map that Darky had given me earlier; I wasn't too far from my destination. Down this hall, and boom, I was there. I made my way down the poorly lit corridor, the darker the better though. I came across a dark wooden door that was slightly opened.

I pushed the door open gradually, but when I got a clear look inside the room, it was empty. I guess I was fairly disappointed that I would get the papers so easily, but I was running late as it was. I ran through some files in a metal cabinet drawer, nothing there. I skimmed the room for any piles of paper, there, on the desk. Figures, right in front of my face.

"He was found downstairs, with…. bones, shoved through his neck and heart." Another deep voice spoke, almost in a worried tone, "Probably one of those damn mutants."

The voice of an older man replied, "I don't care who did it, whoever it was, they cannot get a hold my blueprints for the T1200."

So that's what this thing was called. I grabbed the heap of papers, leapt out of a window, and started back to the hideout. But some kind of strange feeling began to emerge from my mind, it was like remorse, feeling guilty about what I had just done…no! I ignored it, and shoved it toward the back of my mind, hopefully to be forgotten.