Rine banefully spat blood at the Cipher agent, his crimson eyes blazing with uncontrolled battle-rage. Merely smiling, the Cipher again swung the whip. Turning, Rine caught the weapon in his mouth and attempted to yank it away. Withdrawing the whip, displeasure passed over the Cipher's features. Next time, those others better put a muzzle on this one. The whip snapped again, causing blood to splash into the air. Falling to his knees, the Sneasel morph snarled as he struggled to stand. Scarlet fluid streamed from his wounds, mingling with the pool of red already formed beneath him.
Lightly swinging his spiked whip, the Cipher laughed as he viewed the wounded prisoner. "You know, you've been a bad little morph--especially after that one time you broke into the boss's office." Smirking, the agent leaned close to Rine, placing the whip handle under his chin to raise the wounded male's gaze. "Now what was that the boss said you read? Something about the deaths of that little girl and your family . . . and how it was all your fault," he taunted, slowly emphasizing the last three words. Then, his smile vanished. Raising his whip, he brought it down heavily. "Pathetic weakling. Of all the the things I hate in this world, one of the things I hate most is you narrow-minded slaves."
Rine did not flinch under the fury of blows. Neither did the Cipher's new insults register in his mind. Slowly raising his eyes, the Sneasel morph stared piercingly at the Cipher. "You made a mistake," Rine growled quietly. The Cipher's whip ceased mid-blow.
"What was that?" the Ciper agent challenged.
"Actually, you made a lot of mistakes." Rine's cat-like eyes narrowed. "But, the one you'll regret the most now . . . is that you taught me to show no mercy."
Seconds later, Rine's cell shattered, releasing the furious ice storm that had previously been contained within. Finding himself freed of his confinement, the Sneasel morph allowed the blizzard to fade. Then, breaking the frozen chains attaching the shackles on his wrists and ankles, he turned and started away--leaving what remained of the Cipher agent buried in the snow behind him. The surfaces of Rine's wounds had turned to scarlet frost, temporarily preventing further blood loss. Shifting his gaze, Rine's eyes narrowed. Someone's lit the field on fire, and it seems there's some type of commotion at the main gate.
The Sneasel morph started toward the facility's side gate. While the guards are occupied elsewhere, the side gate will probably be left unattended. His eyes narrowed. And, any guards who are there will regret it.