Thread: F3 Deathclaw RP [Alcadera & Haitious]

Perhaps they should have been a little more careful. Perhaps a single set of restraints was not enough. Perhaps they shouldn't have left one particularly lazy guard on duty that day - whatever the reason, their laziness was about to be their downfall. For he was still growing, every minute of every hour he was still growing. David wasn't the most clever of people, even long ago when he spent his days looking over research notes, typing out the same reports over an over again, never letting the truth of what he was typing get to him. He wasn't ever one to come up with a new alloy, or start up some mutation program to help his fellow researchers. Maybe that was why he was so disposable in their eyes -- a simple man who did simple work, spending the time he could have helped their civilization reading comic books and keeping company with gunmen who probably didn't even know what the boiling point of water was. Honestly, who would miss him? The metal screeching of the bars against his form was loud enough to wake the dead, when they finally gave weigh he was rather sure that security would notice in but a moment. There was no time for fighting with door controls - he doubted he could get his new fingers to push a single button at a time anyway. Now it was just to get the restraints off. A wall would work well enough for that. With all the strength he could muster he was slamming himself against the concrete, trying to loosen the ties that wrapped around his body to two metal electric locks on his shoulders. The first broke well enough, but the second was being a bit stubborn. It didn't help that that blaring noise was beginning to bother him, he could barely think with that stupid thing going off. He hadn't well expected to crack the wall on his third charge, but that would do for now. It was nice to have his hands free to stretch his fingers, to widen use of his arms. It just felt so perfect... so right. Before long the padding of footsteps was filling the upper level - the wide balcony to overlook his containment for observational purposes. Often where those beady-eyed scientists would watch him, pointing fingers and making diagrams. He couldn't... couldn't remember why they were watching him. Only that they had done this before, before he escaped last time. The men upstairs were heavily armored, equipped with their standard-use guns and heavy helms. They took aim over the railing, past the destroyed cage to the fifteen-foot tall deathclaw near the wall. It only took a single gunshot. A single gunshot to drive him mad. To have him slamming with new force against that wall, driven by the pain in his side, driven by the rage that someone would try to raise arm against him. There wasn't a single thought in his head now, nothing but getting away from the stinging sensation was priority. He let out a bellow, shaking the walls around him, sending some of those battle-ready men away just a little -- the thought registering in his mind that they weren't the solid pain-delivering monsters he thought they were from inside the cage. They were boys. Boys wearing armor and carrying toys. Toys that stung him but never seemed to wound him. Even their petty cage couldn't hold him, couldn't hold the power that he possessed down there. They were scared of him. Afraid of getting down there to fight him. He could hear them, hear their ragged breathing, their muttering of curses and trying to scramble with their commander to figure out what to do. They were absolutely terrified. They had every right to be.