Hideki...  John...  Midori...  Every one of his squadmates turned on him.  He'd done nothing but lead them well and show them exactly how to handle these... things, these "Users."  And what did they do?  They took the first sign that he [i]might[/i] be one of them and they threw him to the law as though he'd been trying to gather intel all these years.  How could they?  Ten years on the force, his own comrades, locked him in a crate and took everything he'd worked for - said he was one of them.  Like he wasn't human.

Fuck them all.

He decided if he ever got out of here, he was going to hunt down each and every one of them for turning their backs on him.  They'd be dead if they ever saw him again.  That went for every no-good, slack-jawed, braindead piece of shit on the UDF too.  The container lifted, it was pretty obvious when his center of gravity shifted and his weight pressed more firmly into the side of the cell.  His lip curled back in contempt and he rose to his feet as soon as the ground was beneath it. He crouched down into a position that prepared him to sprint and readied both hands at his side.  As soon as the door opened, a blue light gathered around his arms and a large blade sprung forth from a handle which materialized into his hands.  Then, he waited.  This container felt like an animal cage.  When those doors opened, it was supposed to usher a new home, even if it was a prison.  But to him, it just felt like one big corner.  It wouldn't matter how many miles they made this island or how distant from those walls the center was.  There was nothing out there for him.

A moment later, the doors hissed and pulled aside and he was greeted by somebody already standing there.  He squinted his eyes, but couldn't make out too many details.  He certainly didn't recognize her, but her casual attitude as she stepped away was unnerving and held a certain venom to it, to say the least.  There was no time to react between her disappearance and another figure emerging.  Eli readied the sword again as this one was instantly recognizable as one of the mutated Users - a driller.  But she was just a fuckin' kid.  What was with that look in her eyes?

"Hey, don't take another st-" He was cut off as she darted forward.  More importantly, her tail began to close in more quickly than she and he took what little time he had to raise the flat of the blade up and brace it with his free hand, catching the pointed attack just in time.

"The hell do you think you're doing, freak?"  He asked rhetorically, releasing the block as he dove forward and let the tail fly past him.  His sword... or rather, that of the last User he encountered, vanished from his hands and sight.  For a moment, he seemed to go be bottling pain, his entire body rippling and shaking as, from his own back, a drill just like the young girl's burst forth from his own back and watched behind him for her counterattack.

"Get the fuck away from me," he warned, his golden-brown eyes boring into her almost-dead ones.  She was a fucking sociopath...  That glazed expression...  Was she born here?  Was this place really [i]that[/i] awful?  The drill-tails watched one another intently, like snakes preparing for battle as he squared off with the teenager, his hands poised for her attack.  "Leave me alone, and I won't cause you any trouble."