To the door.

You look at the door, and focus. You feel the iron, as well as what feels like a barrier of static holding your hand at bay. You push, and your hand goes numb, an electric shock wracks your body, and you’re pushed back. Then an idea strikes you, and you wind up , and punch with all your might. The barrier is broken, and the reinforced iron door is dented in. You hear voices on the other side, and punch again. The door is caved in, and a neat hole is punched through the door. You hear yelps of pain and surprise. “Here’s Johnny!!” You yell, and reach to the side where you know the handle will be, and push the door open. You peek outside, and look directly down the barrel of an unreasonably large handgun. You think quickly, and rip the door off the hinges and slam it in front of you. Several shots ring out, and bounce off your new shield.

“Help? HELP!!!” He screams, as you charge down the hall, and knock him straight into his ass. You throw the door away and kick his gun out of his hand. Your robotic eyes glow bright red as your voice synthesizer kicks in, the powerful speakers in your throat making your voice deep and intimidating “Look,” it rumbles, “look what they’ve done to me.”

“I swear! I didn’t know!” He splutters, “I just do what they tell me. Just please don’t kill me!”

The anger in your voice is paralyzing, “That’s what the Nazis said, you utter knob-jockey.” With a swift kick to the temple, he’s out for the count. You hear the clomping of footsteps, and know your time is limited.