He could vaguely remember a path through the corridors to an exit. Problem was that every time he was wheeled through the halls, they had him drugged out of his mind. He had no idea if what he remembered was real or just a drug induced hallucination. Either way he had no choice but to go with what he did remember. He was definitely not remaining here for any longer than it took to find a way out.<br/><br/><br/>He raced down the corridors which to his luck were mostly empty. Every so often he would run across a patient wandering about aimlessly but he didn’t take the time to stop and offer aid. He didn’t have the time or the desire to babysit some idle minded creature and end up back in a cell. He would blast past them and never look back.<br/><br/><br/>As he rounded a corner at an intersection of corridors, he ran right into a group of guards running straight towards him. He literally skidded to a halt as a barrage of bullets tore into him striking him in nearly every part of his anatomy. Pain flared causing his vision to tunnel and focus on the cause of his pain, the half dozen or so guards that were all pointing assault rifles in his direction. It hurt like hell but did little to stop what came next.<br/><br/><br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F3JMZTs2.jpg%3F1&amp;hash=17310a7fbf99919d80f4296a8ae2d7aa" href="https://i.imgur.com/3JMZTs2.jpg?1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Damian Keel</a>had been born the creature that he is. He had learned to mimic the ways of the humans as a tool for survival but he was no more human than the wolves that roamed the forests. Mercy was a foreign concept to him so it was to no surprise that the guards received absolutely none when he arrived in their midst.<br/><br/><br/>The change was already commencing as he leapt towards the wall of the corridor. He rebounded off the wall leaving deep gashes in the wall from his claws that had extended from the tips of his fingers and toes. The change wasn’t a slow agonizing transformation like often would happen in the movies. It was a quick flare of overwhelming pain that would incite a rage within him.<br/><br/><br/>He landed in a crouch in front of the first row of guards in his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FidqkwtS.jpg%3F2&amp;hash=858b067a4e35b280aacadcaa3750170b" href="https://i.imgur.com/idqkwtS.jpg?2" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Lycan</a>form. He swept upwards with a heavy paw as he stood. The bullet proof vest that the guard wore was laced with a lightweight alloy that was at least twice as resistant as Kevlar. Damian’s claws ripped through is as though it were an article of clothing off the rack. The guard’s organs dropped out of him in a pool of blood when the man dropped to his knees.<br/><br/><br/>At the same time he grabbed the throat of the guard to the left of the first and squeezed. The man opened his mouth to scream. It was not a sound that erupted from him but rather a gush of blood that painted the inside of the protective shield of his helmet. Damian attempted to toss him to the side but his head popped off instead leaving the decapitated body to slump to the floor. The head, still inside the helmet, bounced off a wall and rolled down the corridor.<br/><br/><br/>Ever since the onset of his transformation, the dozens of bullets that had remained inside of him had begun to be ejected from his body. He could hear the ping of each one of them hiring the floor at his feet despite the chaos that ensued. Just as the last one fell from him, they were replaced by another round of gunfire. There was no paused in his movements as he switched to the next target.<br/><br/><br/>Damian dispatched the remaining guards with a similar savagery that left no victim in tact. He fed upon them taking huge bites from their bodies as he ripped them apart. He would swallow greedily with hardly chewing before taking a bite from another. Limbs lay separate from bodies that had been opened like gutted pigs. In the end a lone figure stood with blood matted fur.<br/><br/><br/>He exhaled deeply letting his rage flow from him. The figure began to shrink. The matted fur began to retract back into his skin. In moments only the man remained. It looked like a half dozen bodies had exploded around him. The walls, floor and ceiling were splattered and sometimes painted with the blood of the heap of bodies at his feet.<br/><br/><br/>He stared at the door in front of him for a moment as if the lettering next to it were foreign to him. As it began to make sense to him, he saw that he was standing before a locker room. He looked down at his blood soaked naked body and then at a card clipped to the pocket of one of the bodies. He grabbed the card and swiped it through a slot next to the handle of the door. He heard a click then stepped through the door..