[ WP ] `` Sir ! We have a breach ... Three hundred of our men are already dead ... It 's him Sir ! He got free ... ''

'YEAH MOTHERFUCKER YEAH!'' The man screamed, his thunderous voice echoing off the baby blue walls. The distinctive sound of a spleen being kicked in by a metal boot rung through the air. 
 
 We were sure this would never happen, we planned and replanned, worked and reworked all of our backups, and backups of backups and yet, just like some sort of cruel fiction, we misstepped and fell down the entire flight. 
 
 We were the best of the best, cream of the crop, always on top... the cream always rises to the top... and yet this psyco, this maniac, this mere fucking human is somehow able to break free of the galaxy's most formidable prison. Fuck that shit, not on my watch. 
 
 My grip tightened on the butt of the pistol connected to my belt as i prepared to turn the corner. `` uhhhh it feel goooodd, WOOH!'' sung the freed man, his blue hair so impossibly ridiculous it seemed to blend in with the wall paint behind him. There was a distinctive joy in his voice as he worked his way through my friends who stood before him, broken leg here, crushed windpipe there; it was almost as though he craved more destruction, savoring each blow, causing just enough damage as to not kill each guard. This was a mad man, he couldnt have possibly been from this world... nothing on this planet could cause this much suffering and...... enjoy it? 
 
 I peered around the corner for what must have been 10 minutes. I should have helped, they needed my help, i needed to help my friends before they were all dead, but my legs, frozen with fear, refused to move. 
 
 The stench of organ meat and blood permeated the lining of my lungs, causing me to wretch and gag; i could feel that second burrito making its way up but i forced myself to regain composure, i could puke later. 
 
 It didnt take long for the man to realize that I was watching him. His orange restrictive jumpsuit, offset by the massive amounts of blood on the ground impaired his ability to walk toward me. `` Y-Y-Y-You.... remind me of... my son in law.... hes a stupid little cunt, im gon na stab you in the front.'' He returned singing, his steps in tune to his words, finally sliding gleefully over to where I stood, now covered in pee. 
 
 He looked..... like me.... but stupider? Honestly it would have been tough to tell us apart if it werent for the fact that he was dressed like a pumpkin. 
 
 It took a moment before I felt the knife. And then... nothing.
