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(Page 2 of 2) Insanity by Ross Camsell"Mr Brown, you are not supposed to be outside your cell. I understand that it's not really possible to keep you inside, so if you'd kindly let me escort you it would be easier for both of us, wouldn't you say?" The fire alarm sounded, triggered by the fallen door. The nozzles propelled the water down. I hadn't felt the touch of rain in two years. It felt good.
Larry smiled his sickly sweet smile again and hesitantly approached me. I simply smirked and held my hands out behind me, waiting for the cold embrace of steel.
As his hands made contact with mine, the man burst into flames. Larry screamed as he died.
He's called for backup. [i]Perfect[/i]. My smirk climbed further.
The doors at Larry's end of the corridor burst open, allowing a flood of heavily armoured men to enter, each equipped with a riot shield and nightstick. I walked slowly towards them and they advanced, in formation. At this moment, Terence, Larry's counterpart at the opposite end of the hall, came running from the opposite direction, having heard the man's screams. He took one look at my contorted expression and retreated into the safety of more heavily armoured men.
The multitude of guards – I counted fifteen each side – approached as slowly as they dared. I sighed and ran toward the original group. They raised their nightsticks and hid behind their shields. One by one, they burst into flame as they made contact with my outstretched hands. When thirty-one corpses and a defunct door lay charred and smoking despite the water, I entered the next corridor.
I was greeted by more men - this time, with guns. I merely smiled as the non-lethal bullets melted and became gaseous within a foot of my presense.
They said I was insane.
They said I had no superpowers.
They were wrong.
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