Keith stopped. His heart slowed down to a crawl and his breathing all but vanished. Everything was fading to black and he felt a burning sensation on his scars. A sick feeling crept in onto him, and that feeling brought pain to every part of his body. He was looking down to the floor. Anyone who dared go near him in that moment could cut the sadness with a knife. Failure, that's all he was. He fell to his knees, his mind going black, the image of Zebel smiling at his fading away. Keith simply stayed there, on his knees, arms limb by his sides for almost five minutes, until a voice sounded in his mind.<br/><br/>"What the hell, Keith? Is that all you've got?" His mind sounded into the void of his thoughtless state "You gonna let some punk lock you up? You just gonna give up? That bar is only two inches!" His heart rate picked up a bit "Since when do you let fear dictate you? She Needs You!!" He began to breath more normally "You are a beast!! Embrace the other side!!" Keith's blood began to boil and popping sounds came from his joints "Become The Animal!! Unleash The Monster!!!" Slowly, he began to rise, his hands going to the bars, his heart beat like a war drum "Don't You Dare Let Her Get Hurt!!! FOCUS YOUR FURY!!!!"<br/><br/>A surge of adrenaline flooded his veins as he took a deep breath, his heart's BPM sky rocketing<br/><br/>"10 . . . 9 . . . 8" His grip on the bars tightened "7 . . . 6 . . . 5 . . . 4" His hulking musculature sprung into life, his massive form flexing and bulging with power "3 . . . 2 . . ." His eyes flew open, bloodshot from the focused rage "ONE!!!!" He shouted and with all his might, began to bend the bars, cracks in the floor from where Keith was pushing them out of place. He growled and snarled as the bars slowly gave way, bending and contorting under the massive pressure he was applying.<br/><br/>Within 30 second, Keith had freed himself and began to make his way out of the building at a charge. Barreling through the door into the police station, he didn't stop as he trampled the dirty cops underfoot. He smashed his way through the doors onto the main street and beat on his chest before running through traffic to find Caesar's Palace. Keith was too consumed by rage to notice the guy on the motorcycle following him, frantically trying to make his blue tooth headset work. The biker finally got through to Max's employer<br/><br/>"He's Out!! He's Escaped!! He's Heading TO The Hotel!! I Need Back Up!!!" He shouted as Keith ran at his full speed, his adrenaline levels reaching unstable highs. Nothing short of a nuclear bomb was going to stop him at this point. News helicopters flew overhead as Keith rampaged through Vegas