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     The smell. It was the smell that got to Sideos first.
     There was nothing else in the world, no, scratch that, the universe that was like the smell of a fresh kill.
     That intoxicating aroma of copper, water, and, well, blood, it hit him like nothing had hit him in over sixty years.
     He’d been living in this safe, padded world that had been created around him for far too long. He’d almost forgotten what this was like. Maybe that was part of the doctor’s plans, to make him forget why he enjoyed killing in the first place.
     The smell of death was a jolt to the heart like none other. A rush so powerful he felt like he could take on the whole armada and have something left to take on the Resisty.
     Then he noticed the feel. Oh, the glorious warmth of blood, of flesh and gore in his hands, his bare hands. Washing over his light green skin like some holy redemptive ritual, the worship of blood and death, the glorification of ones own basic killing instinct.
     His hands slowly closed, the feel of raw, wet irken flesh being pressed against his own. This was something he could never explain, something the shrink’s could never understand, the feeling of being… complete. Some inner need, some urge, some primal vicious neanderirken beast being quelled, being fed, and being fed well.
     Sideos took in a shuddering breath, tilting his head back. His whole, painfully thin body was shaking, shaking in pure joy. He almost felt like crying. He wanted to laugh and scream and dance and run for miles and miles in pure excitement.
     Oh great Tallest he’d missed this.
     How in Miyuki’s name had he ever, ever lived without this? For sixty years? Sixty years… it seemed like nothing now. Nothing. Just the blink of an eye.
     His unusually dark purple eyes opened and slowly a grin grew on his face.
     “I need more.” He was unsure if it was him who’d spoken or one of his voices, but either way, the statement was true.
     The body of his former psychiatrist was lying on the white soft floor. Her blood was pouring from her neck, the wound were Sideos himself had torn out her windpipe with his bare claws. It was staining her blue turtleneck and her white doctor’s coat, pooling out around her. The light red contrasted almost violently with the surrounding white.
     He’d forgotten how sharp his claws really were. They’d moved through her flesh like butter. He uncurled, letting the clumps of soft tissue fall from his hands.
     He almost felt sorry for her, almost. Dr Feto hadn’t been such a bad person, not when compared with many of the other inhabitants of the hospital-prison. She had a kind of down-to-irk pessimistic attitude that Sideos had found somewhat refreshing in a prison-asylum filled with overly cheery counsellors and big headed psychiatrists.
     She had a healthy green shine to her skin, even in her death, and his comment about her eyes had been true, her pink-red eyes almost the same colour as the blood pouring from her neck. She was quite pretty, for a female.
     He shook his head, clearing her from his thoughts. He was slipping and he needed to stay focused, or as focused as he could get anyway.
     It was escape time, but not just for him, for everyone in this place. They’d never had a major escape before? Well, he’d have to fix that.
     He’d go down on the outside, in normal society, as the psychopath who’d caused the most violent prison riot in irken history, setting lose the very worst of irken society. But in his society, to the people who really mattered to him, the thieves and gangsters, the murderers and those like himself, his fellow psychopaths, he’d go down as the hero who freed thousand of underground legends. The most important gang leaders, the most violent murderers, the most evil assassins, they’d all thank him for opening the doors to freedom from this frozen wasteland of a prison-asylum.
     He stood up, his mission clear in his twisted mind. The guards outside hadn’t even reacted yet, they didn’t know. The cell doors were transparent, but soundproof. The doctors had requested they be made so.
     Patient’s privacy they’d called it.
     The security camera, a black half-orb built into the ceiling, mirrored on irken’s own compound eyes, looked down on him as Sideos looked up. Tak’s promise was true, she had managed to momentarily disable all security on his room, but it was his room only, and it had a time limit before the anti-virus system found it and corrected it.
     Sideos almost laughed as he stood up, giving his arms a good stretch and throwing off his straightjacket, revealing his black and white striped asylum uniform underneath. This was getting almost too easy.
     Immediately, his voice of Logic reminded him to cut off her hand and take out one of her eyes. He’d need them to bypass the security.
     Sideos lost some of his joy, not all, but some of it. He didn’t want to remove one of Feto’s eyes, they were such pretty things.
     However, while he may have admired his former therapist’s looks, he quickly decided he’d admire the light of the sky more and he immediately set to work taking off one of her hands at the wrist with a downward chop of his claws.
     He then carefully moved to remove one of her eyes, slicing his fingers into her eye sockets, careful to avoid any damage to the retinal implant itself.
     He thought on what a wondrous thing it was that all irken’s had implants built into their eyes, enhancing their natural vision to be able to see in any condition, underwater, nightfall, blizzard, you name it the irken eye can probably see through it.
     The best thing about it was, should your eyes get damaged, an irken could simply have them replaced with a direct clones, given a waiting time of a few hours of course.
     Sideos cupped the eye in his hand, feeling slightly weirded out by the way the eye stared at him unblinkingly.
     The maniac quickly looked away, he could almost feel Feto’s disapproving glare, still trying to discipline him like a naughty smeet.
     For today Sideos had already prepared by packing all his Zimadonna albums and other music into his PAK. Tak had given him a strict time limit for how long the temporary virus in the system would last, so he had to move fast before the camera re-activated and alerted the base to Sideos’ actions.
     The insane irken took a deep breath and readied himself, “Ok Sid, it’s time to make history.”
     He took a step towards the door, pressing the hand against the scanner.
First pass.
     The eye scan appeared, and Sideos held Feto’s pink-red eye up to the scan. He waited nervously as it scanned the eye, scrutinizing it for even the slightest hint of foul play.
Second pass.
     The door opened and for a second Sideos stood there amazed that it had actually worked.
He was free.
     The white room, that horrible white room, was behind him and ahead the future, his glorious mission of racial purification, freedom.
     He snapped back to attention as he heard one of the guards yelp in fear and surprise.
     Sideos wasted no time, not even to gloat or brag or make some kind of theatrics. Not even a possible catch-phrase was muttered.
     He dropped the eye and the hand on the floor of the corridor and jumped onto the nearest guard. Literally, he jumped onto him, landing on his chest with his feet and stabbing a hand through a weak point in the guards armour, his face. Sideos’ claws went straight into the brain, killing the irken instantly.
     One down, five to go.
     The maniac the leapt up, kicking off the guard’s chest and back flipping as gunfire and sparks exploded on the spot he’d once been. He landed in front of the guard guarding the door, the one to the right of his.
     Sideos landed in a crouch and elbowed the guard in the groin, making him double over in pain. He spun, and in one movement, grabbed the guard by the neck and the waist, spinning back into a crouch, holding the guard on one knee as the other guards burst their fire at him.
     Of course, the bullets only his the captive guards back, passing through his armour and killing him, but not killing Sideos who was protected from the bullets by the guards own body. Other fire burst from his left, from the guard protecting the far left room, either the guard was a terrible aim or just too scared to shoot properly but all his fire missed the insane irken entirely.
     The moment the gunfire stopped, Sideos threw the guard forward, hitting two of the others, the body of their dead friend collapsing on top of them.
     It only bought the psychopath a few seconds, but that was all he needed to dive to the far end of the corridor, the exit, and punch the guard in the stomach then slicing the top of his head open.
     As the guard fell down Sideos gracefully took the guards handgun from its holder on his hip and spun round like a ballerina, causing the guard guarding the far left room to miss all his shots, again.
     He died as Sideos fired several bullets at his face. Sideos wasn’t a good shot, at all, but even at this range he couldn’t miss.
     The two that had been felled by the shot up corpse of the second guard were now just getting back onto their feet, but it was too late.
     One died from a shot to the head, the other tried to escape, to crawl backwards and get some distance, but Sideos leapt onto him and beat him with the end of the now empty gun until the guards head was splashed across the floor, Sideos’ shirt and the handle of the gun itself.
     Sideos stood up, panting.
     He suddenly noticed the alarms were going off. All around him red flashed, the loud cry and shout of the emergency siren was blaring. The cameras on the ceiling had noticed his slaughter of the guards.
     He grinned, this was getting fun.
     Sideos reached towards the dead guard, his intent was to let his teeth and his lips and his tongue be reminded of what the flesh of the recently living tasted like once again. His mouth slavered as he imagined the taste of raw irken muscle, bloody and fresh.
     Logic however reminded him of what he was meant to be doing.
     Sideos scowled and drew his hand away. He’d have to wait for that particular pleasure.
     His eyes fell on the discarded hand and eye of his former therapist. Again, he got the feeling that Feto was glaring at him, shaking her head at his behaviour. He almost blurted out an apology, but he reminded himself that it was only an eye. She was dead and he didn’t need to care what she would’ve thought anymore.
But still…
     He shook it off as he picked up the dismembered limbs. He supposed sixty years of therapy from the same shrink would do that to you. He’d admit, he liked Dr Feto, and should it have been any other way it was unlikely he would have killed her. But unfortunately this was the way the dice rolled.
     Sideos looked to the doors on the corridor and smiled as he walked down the corridor, finally taking the chance to look inside at the other inhabitants of the corridor.
     He could see the others, Neep, Gar, Sirra, Tika, all sitting, looking up at the flashing alarms. Their straightjackets connecting them tightly to the wall as an automatic security method for usually if they weren’t seeing anyone or doing any therapy than they were free in their rooms to do whatever they wanted, as long as it didn’t involve anything harming to others or themselves.
     He chuckled in amused thought as he wondered who he should free first. He shrugged, it didn’t matter. The guards would be here any minute in far bigger numbers then he could handle alone and he intended to free everyone on this corridor regardless.
     He approached the closest door, using the eye and the hand to unclick the locks, something that surprisingly still worked. Logic had supposed that the locks might have automatically shut to everyone except the Tallest Head Doctor, but that was obviously not the case. Irken security was built expecting to never be used. It was just there to keep enemies out, never expecting attacks from within.
     The door opened and Sideos quickly got into a casual pose with one hand across his thin stomach, supporting his elbow with his chin resting on a fist. He leaned against the doorframe as the door opened in front of him and tried to suppress a huge grin.
     He loved to make an entrance.

Description
     The smell. It was the smell that got to Sideos first.
     There was nothing else in the world, no, scratch that, the universe that was like the smell of a fresh kill.
     That intoxicating aroma of copper, water, and, well, blood, it hit him like nothing had hit him in over sixty years.
     He’d been living in this safe, padded world that had been created around him for far too long. He’d almost forgotten what this was like. Maybe that was part of the doctor’s plans, to make him forget why he enjoyed killing in the first place.
     The smell of death was a jolt to the heart like none other. A rush so powerful he felt like he could take on the whole armada and have something left to take on the Resisty.
     Then he noticed the feel. Oh, the glorious warmth of blood, of flesh and gore in his hands, his bare hands. Washing over his light green skin like some holy redemptive ritual, the worship of blood and death, the glorification of ones own basic killing instinct.
     His hands slowly closed, the feel of raw, wet irken flesh being pressed against his own. This was something he could never explain, something the shrink’s could never understand, the feeling of being… complete. Some inner need, some urge, some primal vicious neanderirken beast being quelled, being fed, and being fed well.
     Sideos took in a shuddering breath, tilting his head back. His whole, painfully thin body was shaking, shaking in pure joy. He almost felt like crying. He wanted to laugh and scream and dance and run for miles and miles in pure excitement.
     Oh great Tallest he’d missed this.
     How in Miyuki’s name had he ever, ever lived without this? For sixty years? Sixty years… it seemed like nothing now. Nothing. Just the blink of an eye.
     His unusually dark purple eyes opened and slowly a grin grew on his face.
     “I need more.” He was unsure if it was him who’d spoken or one of his voices, but either way, the statement was true.
     The body of his former psychiatrist was lying on the white soft floor. Her blood was pouring from her neck, the wound were Sideos himself had torn out her windpipe with his bare claws. It was staining her blue turtleneck and her white doctor’s coat, pooling out around her. The light red contrasted almost violently with the surrounding white.
     He’d forgotten how sharp his claws really were. They’d moved through her flesh like butter. He uncurled, letting the clumps of soft tissue fall from his hands.
     He almost felt sorry for her, almost. Dr Feto hadn’t been such a bad person, not when compared with many of the other inhabitants of the hospital-prison. She had a kind of down-to-irk pessimistic attitude that Sideos had found somewhat refreshing in a prison-asylum filled with overly cheery counsellors and big headed psychiatrists.
     She had a healthy green shine to her skin, even in her death, and his comment about her eyes had been true, her pink-red eyes almost the same colour as the blood pouring from her neck. She was quite pretty, for a female.
     He shook his head, clearing her from his thoughts. He was slipping and he needed to stay focused, or as focused as he could get anyway.
     It was escape time, but not just for him, for everyone in this place. They’d never had a major escape before? Well, he’d have to fix that.
     He’d go down on the outside, in normal society, as the psychopath who’d caused the most violent prison riot in irken history, setting lose the very worst of irken society. But in his society, to the people who really mattered to him, the thieves and gangsters, the murderers and those like himself, his fellow psychopaths, he’d go down as the hero who freed thousand of underground legends. The most important gang leaders, the most violent murderers, the most evil assassins, they’d all thank him for opening the doors to freedom from this frozen wasteland of a prison-asylum.
     He stood up, his mission clear in his twisted mind. The guards outside hadn’t even reacted yet, they didn’t know. The cell doors were transparent, but soundproof. The doctors had requested they be made so.
     Patient’s privacy they’d called it.
     The security camera, a black half-orb built into the ceiling, mirrored on irken’s own compound eyes, looked down on him as Sideos looked up. Tak’s promise was true, she had managed to momentarily disable all security on his room, but it was his room only, and it had a time limit before the anti-virus system found it and corrected it.
     Sideos almost laughed as he stood up, giving his arms a good stretch and throwing off his straightjacket, revealing his black and white striped asylum uniform underneath. This was getting almost too easy.
     Immediately, his voice of Logic reminded him to cut off her hand and take out one of her eyes. He’d need them to bypass the security.
     Sideos lost some of his joy, not all, but some of it. He didn’t want to remove one of Feto’s eyes, they were such pretty things.
     However, while he may have admired his former therapist’s looks, he quickly decided he’d admire the light of the sky more and he immediately set to work taking off one of her hands at the wrist with a downward chop of his claws.
     He then carefully moved to remove one of her eyes, slicing his fingers into her eye sockets, careful to avoid any damage to the retinal implant itself.
     He thought on what a wondrous thing it was that all irken’s had implants built into their eyes, enhancing their natural vision to be able to see in any condition, underwater, nightfall, blizzard, you name it the irken eye can probably see through it.
     The best thing about it was, should your eyes get damaged, an irken could simply have them replaced with a direct clones, given a waiting time of a few hours of course.
     Sideos cupped the eye in his hand, feeling slightly weirded out by the way the eye stared at him unblinkingly.
     The maniac quickly looked away, he could almost feel Feto’s disapproving glare, still trying to discipline him like a naughty smeet.
     For today Sideos had already prepared by packing all his Zimadonna albums and other music into his PAK. Tak had given him a strict time limit for how long the temporary virus in the system would last, so he had to move fast before the camera re-activated and alerted the base to Sideos’ actions.
     The insane irken took a deep breath and readied himself, “Ok Sid, it’s time to make history.”
     He took a step towards the door, pressing the hand against the scanner.
First pass.
     The eye scan appeared, and Sideos held Feto’s pink-red eye up to the scan. He waited nervously as it scanned the eye, scrutinizing it for even the slightest hint of foul play.
Second pass.
     The door opened and for a second Sideos stood there amazed that it had actually worked.
He was free.
     The white room, that horrible white room, was behind him and ahead the future, his glorious mission of racial purification, freedom.
     He snapped back to attention as he heard one of the guards yelp in fear and surprise.
     Sideos wasted no time, not even to gloat or brag or make some kind of theatrics. Not even a possible catch-phrase was muttered.
     He dropped the eye and the hand on the floor of the corridor and jumped onto the nearest guard. Literally, he jumped onto him, landing on his chest with his feet and stabbing a hand through a weak point in the guards armour, his face. Sideos’ claws went straight into the brain, killing the irken instantly.
     One down, five to go.
     The maniac the leapt up, kicking off the guard’s chest and back flipping as gunfire and sparks exploded on the spot he’d once been. He landed in front of the guard guarding the door, the one to the right of his.
     Sideos landed in a crouch and elbowed the guard in the groin, making him double over in pain. He spun, and in one movement, grabbed the guard by the neck and the waist, spinning back into a crouch, holding the guard on one knee as the other guards burst their fire at him.
     Of course, the bullets only his the captive guards back, passing through his armour and killing him, but not killing Sideos who was protected from the bullets by the guards own body. Other fire burst from his left, from the guard protecting the far left room, either the guard was a terrible aim or just too scared to shoot properly but all his fire missed the insane irken entirely.
     The moment the gunfire stopped, Sideos threw the guard forward, hitting two of the others, the body of their dead friend collapsing on top of them.
     It only bought the psychopath a few seconds, but that was all he needed to dive to the far end of the corridor, the exit, and punch the guard in the stomach then slicing the top of his head open.
     As the guard fell down Sideos gracefully took the guards handgun from its holder on his hip and spun round like a ballerina, causing the guard guarding the far left room to miss all his shots, again.
     He died as Sideos fired several bullets at his face. Sideos wasn’t a good shot, at all, but even at this range he couldn’t miss.
     The two that had been felled by the shot up corpse of the second guard were now just getting back onto their feet, but it was too late.
     One died from a shot to the head, the other tried to escape, to crawl backwards and get some distance, but Sideos leapt onto him and beat him with the end of the now empty gun until the guards head was splashed across the floor, Sideos’ shirt and the handle of the gun itself.
     Sideos stood up, panting.
     He suddenly noticed the alarms were going off. All around him red flashed, the loud cry and shout of the emergency siren was blaring. The cameras on the ceiling had noticed his slaughter of the guards.
     He grinned, this was getting fun.
     Sideos reached towards the dead guard, his intent was to let his teeth and his lips and his tongue be reminded of what the flesh of the recently living tasted like once again. His mouth slavered as he imagined the taste of raw irken muscle, bloody and fresh.
     Logic however reminded him of what he was meant to be doing.
     Sideos scowled and drew his hand away. He’d have to wait for that particular pleasure.
     His eyes fell on the discarded hand and eye of his former therapist. Again, he got the feeling that Feto was glaring at him, shaking her head at his behaviour. He almost blurted out an apology, but he reminded himself that it was only an eye. She was dead and he didn’t need to care what she would’ve thought anymore.
But still…
     He shook it off as he picked up the dismembered limbs. He supposed sixty years of therapy from the same shrink would do that to you. He’d admit, he liked Dr Feto, and should it have been any other way it was unlikely he would have killed her. But unfortunately this was the way the dice rolled.
     Sideos looked to the doors on the corridor and smiled as he walked down the corridor, finally taking the chance to look inside at the other inhabitants of the corridor.
     He could see the others, Neep, Gar, Sirra, Tika, all sitting, looking up at the flashing alarms. Their straightjackets connecting them tightly to the wall as an automatic security method for usually if they weren’t seeing anyone or doing any therapy than they were free in their rooms to do whatever they wanted, as long as it didn’t involve anything harming to others or themselves.
     He chuckled in amused thought as he wondered who he should free first. He shrugged, it didn’t matter. The guards would be here any minute in far bigger numbers then he could handle alone and he intended to free everyone on this corridor regardless.
     He approached the closest door, using the eye and the hand to unclick the locks, something that surprisingly still worked. Logic had supposed that the locks might have automatically shut to everyone except the Tallest Head Doctor, but that was obviously not the case. Irken security was built expecting to never be used. It was just there to keep enemies out, never expecting attacks from within.
     The door opened and Sideos quickly got into a casual pose with one hand across his thin stomach, supporting his elbow with his chin resting on a fist. He leaned against the doorframe as the door opened in front of him and tried to suppress a huge grin.
     He loved to make an entrance.