Taylor chose right. She started walking quickly and at hearing foot steps rushed to them thinking that it was the clawed man. Once she rounded the corner she came face to face with one of the guards. Acting on instinct Taylor hooked him in the jaw with her left fist. "Wow! That felt awesome," she exclaimed. From the age eleven, when They first brought her here, she was forced to learn martial arts, and many other different combat skills. She is skilled with a gun but even more skilled with a sword or throwing knives. losing focus in her excitement Taylor's face gets shoved into the wall. She had never used her skills on another person, but at that moment her skull was smashed into the wall she was definitely considering it. Trying to free herself she pulled her head back. The guard then smashed it back again with more brute force. A crack crept all the way up to the ceiling. Taylor's eye sight was a bit blurry and black spots danced across her vision.<br/><br/>"I need back up, Miss Night is acting up," The guard radioed in. "Miss Night you know I don't want to hurt you. You seem so fragile. You have been such a good test subject. Soon we'll have you back to normal." He said in a frightened tone trying to be disguised as caring and concerned.<br/><br/>She Sensed his fear and, tasted it. Wait tasted it. It was an iron taste, she wallowed in it. She enjoyed it. Wanted more of it. She was thirsty. and this hunger drove her. She didn't care about hurting the man, she wanted it. She wanted the blood to spill all over her hands, but first to taste more of his fear and That required torture. pain. suffering. All words she would never think of doing but now, Now she wanted to be the cause of them all.