[color=90bbbb][center][color=ff8c00][h3][u]   Ｃ Ｅ Ｒ Ｒ Ｉ Ｄ Ｗ Ｅ Ｎ    Ｌ Ａ Ｎ Ｋ Ｅ Ｒ Ｆ Ｉ Ｅ Ｌ Ｄ   [/u]
[sup]✦ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8LgojJaPKo]ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｎｏｃｔｕｒｎｅ ｃｉｔｙ[/url] ✦[/sup][/h3][/color][/center]Riot...

There was no other word that could ever describe the masses of people who had lost all sense of morality, who had lost all sense of logic, who had turned on each other like a pack of wild animals in a pit fight. Sights of lead pipes, chairs, and makeshift halberds could be seen swinging through the air as each weapon made contact with the closest threat, releasing an endless spray of lipstick red that tinted the once barren and stark-grey walls. With every lunge forward the humans screamed at the top of their lungs; bellowing for hope, salvation and endless death. It was however an effort of pure vanity for they would eventually come to realise that there was no escape from this endless nightmare, that they were currently locked within a prison of both metaphoric and literal value.

Riker Island Correctional Facility was New Windsor's answer to crime, a penitentiary on a remote rock with nothing more than a single pathway both in and out. Those who entered against their will, but through their own wrongdoings, were locked away in an array of concrete cells and iron cages. They were stripped of their daily desires only to enjoy the luxury of chains and shackles for the remainder of their allocated sentence. To the sane world this was a system that worked, that protected the public, but for the world of madness this was nothing more than a grind house film in the making.

The midnight horror screening began with the screams; gurgling, harrowing and vomit inducing. Those that were lucky enough to survive the shift into a feral they had to hope to whatever benevolent god they believed in that their own cell-mate carried their shared fate. For many though the chances of Russian roulette with a semi-automatic pistol would have had much better odds of survival as thousands of pure blooded humans were purged and massacred by the monsters once known as human. Those who were fortitude enough to live were left to precariously wander the hallways in the darkened shadows. They passed by each cage judging the animals inside to sort out the wild creatures from the rabid beasts, releasing the ones that would allow them to strengthen their numbers. 

[color=cde0e0]"You'd think solitary confinement would hold better odds than the shit hand we've been dealt with."[/color] The hushed voice of a man talking to his fellow party faintly reverberated through the chamber, a man that was displeased with his lack of findings so far. He turned towards the two that were accompanying him; an elderly inmate dressed in a mushroom coloured jumpsuit much like his own, and a young security officer with what was once a finely pressed uniform now tattered and haggard. With authority and direction the man motioned for pair of them to follow him in his own steps.

Together they ushered forward to the cumbersome, iron door that stood before them; a spyhole positioned at eye level for the once lively officers on hand to use for peering inside. The leader carefully placed his fingertips on the panel latch before a careful change in thought washed over his mind. Drawing his fingers together the man rapped his knuckles against the door and placed his ear closer to hear the response from the inside.

Silence.

[color=cde0e0]"Hey, any fucker home? Answer me."[/color]

More silence.

A sly grin washed over his dry, oriental face as he reseeded away from the door in order to move on. [color=cde0e0]"Heh... Asshole must be dead if he ain't answering to that."[/color]

[color=fe6f5e]"Silence is a choice, and I can choose whether I not I wish to respond to your half assed attempt at authority."[/color] The female voice was direct, cutting deeply into the testosterone filled leader.

A clenched fist slammed at the door as a bellowing reply spurted out in response, [color=cde0e0]"Well fuck you, bitch! Maybe we'll just leave you here inste—"[/color]

[color=fe6f5e]"You want to leave me here? Locked up safely in my cell while you fools fend off the feral animals on your own? I agree, I can see that being a [i]much[/i] better option..."[/color]

The young officer approached the man who at this point was furrowing his eyebrows, [color=cde0e0]"Fáng, she's not worth your eff—"[/color]

Fáng's eyes glared into the boy, burrowing deep down into his innocent soul. [color=cde0e0]"Open the damn door..."[/color] he promptly demanded as he lifted up his baton flash light and aimed the light towards the lock. Hesitantly the officer fumbled the keys into the opening, twisting and turning it until a heavy, audible click was heard. With a forceful push of the metal frame the hulking door rattled along it's guide rails until it landed against the rubber stops. Fáng lifted his torch and illuminated the inside of the room, holding onto it with a grip that would almost crush the frame like a tin can.

Scars and gouges lined the grey walls, the bed had been snapped into two, and strands of torn fabric littered the very floor. Cautiously Fáng took a single step forward, whipping the flash light around the room in order to see where the unknown voice originated from. He felt the pit of his stomach turn as his heart began change pace, but instead of listening to instinct he took another step forward, determined to prove his manliness. This time he listening intently to the sounds around him; the breathing, the movement—a light exhale and gentle thump from beside the entranceway. Mr Quan shifted his sights, leading the way with his source of illumination as the beam eventually found it's way to the source.

A thick, black tendril swayed it's way across the floor, lifting itself after every few movements before landing heavily back onto the cold surface. Sleek, smooth and glistening, it held a surface texture that could only be described as salamander like. Fáng's eyes followed the spines, tracing them towards the body and the one who was mutated beyond human. He saw the woman who he was originally speaking to; a blackened, calloused body shrouded in a prison suit that was hacked to pieces, exposing her body to those who dared to pry.

[color=cde0e0]"You ugly piece of shit!"[/color] Not the best choice of words to come out of the Asian's mouth but his actions happened to speak louder as his hands raised above his head in order to issue a severe beat down. His efforts unfortunately were much too slow.

The woman had bounded from her position of recluse, shoulder barging the leader against the wall and forcing the wind to rapidly vacate his chest. The man desperately gasped for air as the grip he once held on the torch released, allowing the impromptu weapon to begin fall to the ground below. Fáng gazed into her golden left eye, seeing his own horrified expression reflecting back at him, a fear that escalated the longer he stared, a sight that would burn into his very memory. This was nothing like the ferals he had seen earlier, this person was something completely different.

A thunderous crack exploded into the room, catching the monster off guard as a splatter of blood erupted from her unprotected shoulder, covering Mr Quan's face in a red, viscous stain. It wasn't the first as two more booming gunshots punctured their way through the air and into the woman's torso, evermore adding to the crimson mural painted on Fáng's once clean body. As if on reply the creature grappled the scruff of the Asian's shirt and lifted him into the air, hurling him around and into the security officer outside—a man who was way to focused aiming down the pistol sights to notice what was truly going on between the two brawlers. The two human figures tumbled over each other, disorientated and disarmed. The third, who was engulfed in fear, was already in full sprint, abandoning his temporary comrades in exchange at a few extra hours of living.

She lurched over and wandered in a non-rhythmically toward the two knock outs. The pain that weaved it's way through her nerves was excruciating and unbearable and but compared to what she had suffered during her transformation, this was nothing but a scratch. Casually she leaned down and scooped up the discarded firearm with her open right hand, holding it within a series of growing talons like nails. With little effort she dropped the magazine out of the grip, and into her left, as she pressed the handgun to the back of the skull of the Asian. Her foot planted itself upon his back, allowing her to lower herself so that she could whisper into his ear.

[color=fe6f5e]"Did I not say that it would be safer to leave me locked away than allow me to venture out here with you?"[/color]

She pressed harder, waving her finger over the trigger, tempted to put the last bullet that sat in the chamber into the very head of the one that attacked her. It had been months since she felt the thrill of killing someone, seeing their fears come to life, seeing the lights leave their eyes.

[color=cde0e0]"CERRIDWEN WAIT!!!"[/color]

The woman froze, casting her hungry sights over to the young officer. She watched as he twisted his body around, motioning with a downward wave for her cease her actions.

[color=fe6f5e]"Who the hell are you?"[/color] Cerridwen lifted the gun away from Fáng's skull, leaving the once cocky man to begin whimpering at how lucky he was to keep his worthless life. She began stalking over towards the boy, furious and eager for answers, [color=fe6f5e]"Tell me!?!"[/color]

Cerridwen's knee landed heavily on his chest, her raspy pants were an indicator that one of her lungs had been punctured by a round. She pulled the pistol towards his forehead and pressed it deep between the eyebrows. She watched happily as he gave a gulp and nervously opened his mouth to speak.

[color=cde0e0]"K-Kacey... Kacey Wall. I was there during your screening into Riker Island."[/color] Kacey could see her stretching her neck, moving it in a way that rocked her head from side to side before looking back at the young cadet.

[color=fe6f5e]"What of it?"[/color] Cold and direct.

[color=cde0e0]"I still don't believe that you're 'The Victimiser',"[/color] his words were fast, attempting to catch her off guard and sympathise with her, [color=cde0e0]"You can't be, you were once an amazing detec—"[/color]

[color=fe6f5e]"Resorting to flattery, are we?"[/color] Cerridwen leaned closer, placing her left hand on the top of the gun, whispering yearningly into his virgin ears, [color=fe6f5e]"Keep that up and you just may turn... mee... ooon!"[/color]

With swiftness and precision the woman grabbed the slide, ejecting the bullet out of chamber just as she clicked the trigger. The hollow, empty firing sound resonated through the room leaving Kacey with a look on his face of pure, utter, fear. She had a smirk, accompanied by a silent laugh of gratification.

[color=fe6f5e]"Ohhh... Fuck! You should the look on your face! You thought I was gonna do it! You thought that I was gonna blow you away!"[/color] She chuckled lightly, making hand motions of something invisible exploding within her palms, just before she eventually calmed down to speak directly at Kacey in her original, cold tone. [color=fe6f5e]"Well I'm sorry, but you're just not my type."[/color][/color]