Just a few (very unlucky) guards.

You waited for about twenty minutes, hearing gunfire and yells from the prison, and are just starting to feel antsy when you hear the sounds of hurried footsteps from down the shore. You look in that direction and smile as you lift yourself up onto your feet, dusting your ass off (though it's kind of pointless when you're still covered in blood and debris). You amble casually in that direction as you hear the sound of people, moving towards a rocky section of the shore where, surprisingly enough, a door has started to slide open and a stairway has been revealed.

"I told you there was a secret escape route here! Now, c'mon! Let's go.", one of the guards calls out.

"But what about the scientists?", a female voice says.

"Fuck the scientists!", another guard says.

"Yeah, fuck the scientists, those fuckers.", you say, voicing your agreement and letting your presence be known.

The guards stopped suddenly and looked at you with horror.

"Oh, fuck, it's the freak!"

"Fire, fire!"

The guards open fire, but, of course, it's a useless action as the bullets are smashed flat against your skin as though they'd hit a titanium wall. You just stand and let them unload their weapons on you, taking a moment to inspect the four guards. Three men and a woman, it seems. Two of them are still wearing their helmets along with their combat armor, but the woman and one man who stands near her have abandoned their helmets for some reason or another. Maybe they'd been caught unaware or decided to meet their fate with their eyes unblocked and their faces uncovered? Who knew how they thought, really?

These were the idle thoughts you had as you were showered with lead until, finally, the guards ran out of ammo. They continued to pull the triggers though, the guns clicking dry every time. Still they pulled the triggers as though they would somehow miraculously stop you with some hidden bullet left in the magazine. But, unfortunately for them, there was no such bullet and nothing that could stop you as you moved towards the two guards in the lead of the quartet.

"No, no! Fuck, no!", one of the guards yells and starts to try and turn and run, but you grab him by his helmeted head and pick him up as easily as you would a toy doll. You pick him up and then fling him down hard onto the ground, putting all your strength behind it to see what it would do. Turns out that, if you throw a human body down onto rocky ground with unbelievable ****, it does not go well for the body in question. You hear bones crunch and flesh tear as you slam him hard onto the ground and his insides burst out onto the outsides as he is ruptured like a balloon by the impact.

"Oh, god. Oh, no, no no no. Not like that. I don't want to die like that...", the other guard says and you smile at him almost kindly as you grab him by the head, your palm in his face as your fingers close around his skull.

"All right then. Not like that.", you say as if obliging him...and then you wind up and throw him as hard as you can straight up into the air.

You hear him screaming as he goes shooting up into the sky like a missile, his body becoming smaller and smaller in the distance to your sight until, finally, you can't see him at all. You wait for a little bit, picking your hand up to your brow to shade your eyes from the sun as you try and see if you can spot him up in the air at a distance, but you've lost him. It seems that, if you throw somebody as hard as you can into the air, you might just send them into orbit. At least that's what you have to assume as, after waiting a bit for the guard to come back down to the ground, he never comes back down to the ground. At least not anywhere near you.

"Maybe a plane hit him or somethin'? That'd be somethin' to see.", you chuckle and then turn your attention to the other two guards that are left.

As you look at them, you realize why they weren't wearing their helmets as they are now huddled against the rocky outcropping they'd emerged from, their foreheads together as they murmur sweet, false soothing words to one another. Ah, you see now. They were together. As in fucking, you assume. You would have thought guards weren't allowed to do that or something, but, hey, you could understand the temptation. The female guard was a hot piece of ass, after all, from what you could see. She was pretty, with clear blue eyes and blond hair that was tied back into a tight ponytail. Her skin was smooth and sun-kissed and her lips were full and plush. You could imagine that, if she didn't look absolutely terrified, she'd be gorgeous. Though the armor made it hard to see details beyond her face. And the male guard was handsome by average standards, with boyish features and glittering green eyes complemented by sandy brown hair. He looked a bit soft to be a guard, but you supposed armor and weaponry helped. Though, right now, he just looked like a scared little boy with tears in his eyes and fear etched onto his face.

As you looked the couple over, a wicked idea crossed your mind and you smiled a dark smile as you approached the cuddling pair. You moved to them, looming over them and taking some delight in the way that they shrank back from you as you did. You looked down at them, your steel gray eyes fixed upon them intently. The man tried to look up at you, but he couldn't hold your gaze as he shrank back and looked away.

"You scared, huh? Scared of me?", you ask them and they tremble at the sound of your voice, even as they try and nod to your question, "Good. You should be scared o' me. Ya saw what I could do. If I wanted, you'd already be dead. Really, really dead. Ain't that right?"

The pair both glance at the remains of their friend who had been pulped against the ground and, again, they nod shakily.

"Yeah, that's right...but you don't got to be too afraid. See, I'm gonna give you a chance to live.", you say and they look up at you, surprised and hopeful all of a sudden...until you add, "Well, gonna give _one _of you a chance to live. See, I can see that you two are fuckin' each other. You might even be in love. Maybe livin' together, takin' a job like this to try and afford to get married or somethin' sappy like that, right? Yeah, probably somethin' like that...but love don't mean shit if you're dead, right?"

The two guards, pale and obviously terrified, look at you and then each other and then back to you. "So, here's the deal: the first one of ya to offer up the other to me in exchange for safe passage out o' here, gets to live. Just tell me to take your fuck buddy and I'll take whoever it is as payment for your survival, yeah?", you offer, a sardonic smile on your lips as you fix the pair with your hard gaze, "So...any takers?"