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

The Beast was locked in his cell for thousands of years, brewing in his hatred for the world and everyone on it. He brewed though generations and generations, and in spite of his circumstances, he vowed to fix the world in his image: chaos, and brutality, to create power. 
 
 One day, the Beast was given just that. 
 
 `` Sir! We have a breach in the main hall... my god, most of the guards are dead... he's making his way to the control room...'', the radio crackled, the panicked voice on the other side trying to steady themself. 
 
 `` Send troops to the control room doors, and hold him off there! Do not, I repeat, do not let him get the reins! ``, the Captain said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He was located in the main control room himself. God knows what the Beast would do with him if he reached the room. When the radio began to die down, the Captain began to worry. It was only this morning when the Beast somehow escaped his cell. He suspected a traitor, a spy perhaps. But everyone seemed loyal to the cause, to keep the body stable. The Beast was ferocious, as he looked at the camera footage. The strewn body parts, the mass piles of torsos... how he would even begin to clean it up if the Beast was contained, he did n't know. The Beast had been in a cell since time itself. There used to be a separate tribe of them, back in the Dark Times, when survival mattered more then ever. Now, the Beast had no use in today's society. Locked away, the key long forgotten, he was left to rot while the body continued to strive. That did n't mean they sometimes escaped, of course. The Captain heard the horror stories of the Beast capturing the control rooms, and causing mass chaos within the spectrum. Men going crazy and killing people in brutal ways, without even a hint of it being considered for them. The Beast was n't stupid. It just used it's intelligence for survival of the fittest. Murder was a requirement for them. 
 
 The growling and guttural screams of the Beast grew louder in the hall, where the Captain glanced towards the door. The troops had arrived, as expected, and were ready to beat him off towards the cell. However, in only a few moments was this quickly changed. Tearing of skin and bone cackled in laughter from the Beast, as it clawed the men with heavy talons and meat-grinding teeth. It fell silent, before the Beast began banging on the door. Louder, louder, bang, bang, BANG, BANG, it continued. The captain knew what was to happen next. He prayed the Beast would be gentle with him and the body. 
 
 *** 
 
 Christopher listened to the quiet Christmas music, as he began selecting presents for his nieces. It was only a few more weeks until the time was right, and Santa Claus would begin going down the chimney. Christopher felt around his pockets, and did n't feel the medication in his pocket. He forgot to take it this morning. Eh, what's the big deal, he thought to himself. He could take it when he got home. 
 
 Suddenly, something snapped. His eye twitched, as he dropped the bags of Christmas presents in his hand. He felt down. He had a license to carry a pistol, for self defense. He did n't need to use it now, but for some reason, it felt... *right*, for now. He turned off the safety. A woman was just across from him in the next aisle. 
 
 Christopher was always the sharp shooter.
