[@Timemaster][and any others] [h2] [color=lavender]Damon/The Host[/color] [/h2] [hr] Damon sat in the center of his cell in an almost meditative state. His upper body bare revealing the tattoos that were a part of him and the sole reason for his abilities. He had no idea how long he had been here....nor did he have any idea what the next line of experimentation would be. It fueled a hatred within him. A ball of hate he hadn't felt in awhile...it was almost invigorating. A cool grey eye opened when he heard the alarm. Then he slowly rose curiosity embracing his facial features. He found himself walking to the bars of his prison and then...that voice. He knew that voice. [i]...not her. Anyone but her[/i] and lo fate would have it that it was her and that fate clearly hated him. He felt his eyes role as his hands went out of the bars. [i]of all the people to save me[/i] Within moments of that thought he was outside the bars. He raised a brow. [color=lavender]"What are you going to throw me in a different non alien jail?"[/color] a huff escaped him. He honestly still didn't get why she insisted on throwing him into prison. It was almost a mute point. He'd kill someone for being terrible, she'd show up...throw him in jail, he would escape and so the cycle went. Damon felt his arms cross before he followed her. If he didn't have this damn collar things would be a lot easier, but no. He had this damn collar that meant no tattoo reality making for him. While still actively complaining in his head he grabbed a pistol from one of the bodies. Then he paused and also grabbed a heavy metal baton. [i]wait is this called a baton...I have no idea.[/i] he made his way out after the others and paused as he caught sight of portal fighting. A small sigh escaped him before he ran for it. Landing on one of those damn aliens he soon was beating its face in with the metal baton. Only moving on when it was dead. Damon managed to look up in time to see the raider. [i]no no that's my nemesis.[/i] his gun went off and he managed to hit it. He stood only to throw himself at another...apparently he was more into blunt force trauma then shooting. Most likely from that ball of anger he had going on this whole time.