Green filled its vision. A green substance surrounding it, nourishing it. It reached out, feeling glass, and rage filled it. With one swift action it drew back its legs, and smashed them straight through its see-through prison. Rolling through the hole, the rage that fuelled it intensified as it examined the stark white chamber. With an inhuman strength, it sent a fist flying through a wall. Unfortunately, the laws of physics sent it crashing through the other wall. The fury possessing it pushed away the waves of pain coursing through its body, and with little effort, it picked itself up.
The clothing on the chair caught its eye, and the familiarity of it brought about a vague sense of self-awareness. He dressed himself, although with a little difficulty, before forcing the door open. The hallway stretched out endlessly before him as he ran. Turning a corner, he growled in frustration as yet another hallway appeared before him. The flashing lights and siren sounds emitted from there began to annoy him, and he paused long enough to end the existence of one unfortunate bulb before continuing. Further down, he sighted small troop of soldiers framed in a doorway, and his world flashed red. As it finally settled down around him again, he steadied himself against a wall and studied the bodies lying around him. One of them gripped a large sword different from the others, and it tugged at his mind. He pried the sword away, and his fingers settled onto it like it was an old friend. Then, without thinking, he was up and away again, his legs leading the rest of his body in flight.
Thudding down some stairs, both his blade and his vision flashed rapidly – one silver and one red – as more soldiers attempted to block his path. With a roar, he leapt through the door at the bottom only to find more of them filling the floor, all with him in their sights. Before his mind could react, he was already launching himself into the air, his arms grabbing the beam in the ceiling as his legs swung over it. The bullets pierced the beam as he ran towards the exit, and as he approached the door he leaped off, sword spinning, and landed on an unfortunate group of troops before they could hit him. Hitting the floor with a grunt, he used it as a running start and darted out the door and around the corner. Then, as the rage consumed him once more, he turned to face the flood of soldiers emptying the building. His world went red, and he knew no more.