Oh Dear mental Dante

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“Careful I reckon he could be a tricky one.”
“No way, look at him.” The first guard poked Dante with his pistol. At the
speed of light Dante had snatched the pistol, risen to his feet and had the
first guard in one arm as a human or Aeron shield. While pointing the pistol
at the second guard. “Freeze.” Shouted the guard. Dante noticed that the key
was still in the lock. He started edging his way towards the door. “I said
Freeze.” Dante switched the pistol from pointing the pistol from one guard
to the other. “Don’t let him kill me, Bill. Please help me, come on mate you
know I would help you.” Sobbed the guard in Dante’s arm. Dante was now in
the doorway. He threw the first guard into Bill and slammed the door locking
it as he did so. Dante fired of two rounds into the lock on the glass door,
breaking the glass and not the lock, then retrieving his arsenal of weapons
and utilities. “Charlie here I come.” Laughed Dante as he strapped on his
belt and placed his pistols back in their holsters.
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Who: Dante, Charlie and anyone in the cells.
Where: Possibly the cells.
When: about 10 o’clock at night.
“Which tool should we use to rip off his shell?”
“I…I…I… wou…ldn’t recommend that.” Squeaked a rather timid looking Charlie.
A rather small scientist in a white coat was closing in on the now shaking
Charlie. Charlie could now see his reflection in the scientist’s large
glasses, which were inching closer towards him. A weird noise almost like a
chainsaw springing to life could be heard in the background. “NO PLEASE NO…”
Cried Charlie with a robotic look of complete fear in his eyes. “No we will
save that till later.” Laughed the scientist, as he turned off the
contraption and placed on a rather oily surgeons table. Charlie struggled
against his restraints, if only he could get free, he only had to take the
scientist out. Then the two guards outside had about as much common sense
between them, as a molecule of Dante’s spit. ‘Speaking of Dante, where is he
when I need him.’ Thought Charlie.
------Meanwhile------
Dante was down the corridor from where Charlie was being held, crouched
behind a crate. He had been watching the two guards out side the
cell/operating lab/torture room. Dante was trying to make a plan, of how to
get past them so he could get further down the corridor and hopefully out of
the cells. He had thought about blowing the two of them away but that was
un-original. Dante pushed the stealth button on his armour and his pistols
and weapons, seemed to disappear. “Good it’s still working then.” He
chuckled. “HEY YOU TWO, I’M OUT, COME AND GET ME.” The two guards slowly
turned round and in unison pulled a face as if to say “UHHH.” The first ran
down the corridor smashing crates out of the way. Dante grinned and assumed
a kind of martial arts sort of pose. The guard was still coming, tearing
down the damp corridor like an enraged bull. When the guard was nothing but
a few feet away from him, Dante rose from his pose, and stepped to one side
while sticking out his arm, as the guard ran straight into a close line. *
Slow Mo kicks in. * The guards neck collides with Dante’s arm, and his legs
keep going, coming out from underneath him. As this happened Dante grabbed
hold of his assailants neck and rammed it into the floor. In doing this,
breaking any bones he may have had in his neck, and either killing him or
seriously disabling him. Dante rose again and let off another grin. Dante’s
grin was short lived. He then proceed to collapse on the floor. “Memories,
such bad memories.” Dante mumbled. Dante again rose, but this was not the
normal Dante. His eyes were as red as fire, his face was as dark as space
itself. And he had a sick look of pleasure on his face. “Muhahahaha, the
sweet smell of death.” Dante’s deep voice now sounded as evil as evil could
get. Dante tipped his head left and right making his neck crack loudly. The
second guard was now running straight at him. Dante began a slow march
towards him and again close lined the guy and grabbed his neck. But this
time once he had him by the neck he span round and launched him at the door
between him and Charlie.
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“WTF was that?” The scientist was now looking at the dent, which had been
made by the guard’s head hitting the door at 90mph+. The scientist opened
the door and began to say: Would you guys pack it in I am trying to torture
this thing. But was interrupted by the fact that Dante had again picked up
the mangled body of the guards and thrown them both through the door into
the scientist, who then stumbled backwards and managed to impale himself on
the weird chainsaw sounding torture device. The table then fell over onto
the guards. “Dante, You don’t know how pleased I am to see you buddy.” Said
a rather relieved Charlie. Dante stretched of his arms and then with out
word released Charlie from his restraints. Charlie picked up his lid and
placed back on top of his exposed head. Dante marched back out of the cell
and spun back round. There sticking in one of the guards was a 3ft long
sword. Dante bent down put a large foot on the corpse and heaved out the
rather large heavy looking beast of a sword.
<To be continued… Time for a mental, crazy assed massacre.>
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