The Hybrids scattered, fleeing from their cell of a room. Some followed the directions given by the human woman, allowing her poisonous words to slip into their minds. Fools. Others elected freedom and sought ways to escape. But Rage.. Rage saw this as an opportunity. They'd gassed him, bound him, and made a fool of him. More than anything.. they'd pissed him off. Alarms were sounding throughout the building, letting the humans know of their escape. The White Tiger grinned and roared in excitement. Alarms meant guards, armed resistance. Prey. He bolted into the hallway in time to see a girl with wings and a tail grab a gun. Rage scoffed at the use of firearms. Heavy footfalls down the corridor reached his ears and he bared his fangs, extending his claws to their fullest. A group of guards rounded the corner and the first found himself pinned to the wall with a cluster of ice spikes protruding from his chest.

Rage sprinted through the hallway towards the guards with unnatural speed, the walls and floor icing over in his wake. The soldiers opened fire. Or they would have if their guns worked. Instead they found their trigger mechanisms frozen stuck. The air in the hallway had reached subzero temperatures and ice started to creep along their limbs. With a primal roar, Rage was upon the three remaining soldiers. The first fell as he punched through the mans rib cage and tore his still beating heart free, bright red blood spurting out and staining the icy floor only to freeze as it left the warm body of its former host. Rage leapt and kicked off of the wall to propel himself at the second soldier who fell with a shredded throat. With both of his jugulars and his windpipe slashed the man bled out quickly. The last of the trio was felled with a flurry of slashes to his chest, neck, and face. 

Blood lust in his eyes, the White Tiger that was Rage stalked through the halls looking for more prey.