Ghouls are peculiar creatures. With a little knowledge and observation one can surmise they burrow to avoid the sun, because that is where their prey resides, and because that will decrease the chance that they cross paths with living humans. But this has made them at home within the Earth. Ghouls can maneuver this barrier like a fish can maneuver in water. Sure, dirt provides more resistance than air but Ghouls have developed ways to burrow efficiently through instinct and evolution. 

Evolution gave them the tools they needed to ‘swim’ through the earth, fine muscle manipulation to easily break up loose dirt, claws and the strength to shatter rocks, minerals, ice, and other such things. There are few things that can stop a Ghoul from burrowing to where they want to go, not even dimensional barriers in the case of the Abyssal Paths. 

In addition, their senses are well adapted for digging. Humans might not be able to tell where a corpse was buried, but a Ghoul can sense it from miles away, even when underground. Living things produce a more subtle scent, but they can still smell the worry and urgency of guards running through hallways. Not only that but their sense of touch is perfectly suited for detecting the subtle vibrations in the earth, from one guard lagging behind for example.

The trap has been set. Randolph lies in wait. Listening to the faint echo of boots, feeling the faint rumble of footsteps. Step by step, moment by moment. Getting closer. And closer. Until…

Seven guards were barreling through the hall, worry on their minds, but also a duty. Locked underground with angry superpowered prisoners, the future looked grim but they were also afraid of what would happen if they shirked their duties. Their attention, focused ahead, was disrupted when a scream came from behind.  Pameliya is gone, and in her place is a hole.

Pameliya Erse was running with her comrades in arms when the ground disappeared beneath her. She did not have enough time to recognize her new situation before she felt a sudden stop and something applying pressure around her torso. She did get enough time to let out a piercing scream and to decide if it was better to have just plunged to her death.

The other guards, already on edge, slowly approached the man-sized hole in the ground. The darkness barely illuminated by the lights in the hallway or their own flashlights. They exchanged nervous looks amongst each other for a few moments before they heard a scream and a loud crunch. With a little more urgency, they approached the opening and peered down with their flashlights, trying to find the source. 
“Pam…you….you okay down there?” One guard said nervously, not seeing anything.

“There’s something down there, something reflective” Another said, noticing something glinting.

“What is that?” A third asked to no one in particular. 

Feeling safety in number, and curious of whatever was down there, the guards gathered around the opening, peering down while trying to wrack their minds at what they are seeing.

[color=blueviolet]”Hey guys, need a hand?[/color] Randolph said, brandishing a partially devoured human arm. The guards were to distracted to notice him emerge from the ground behind them. The guards turned to see Randolph climbing out of another path he dug when they were not looking. The sight was horrifying. 

The Ghoul towered over them wearing nothing to protect himself but an aura of intimidation and fear. His teeth were coated a blood red, as well as a large portion of the front of his body. Strings of flesh dangled from his mouth, trapped in between his dagger like teeth. He bore a devilish smile that betrayed his intentions. [color=blueviolet]”Actually, I guess I need a hand. Yours.”[/color] 

The guards had little time to act before Randolph did. The others may have flashier moves with formation of frost or fire. Manipulation of electricity in the air or in electronics. Or something else entirely. But all Randolph had was brute force and a keen intellect. He is willing to suffer the humans while Randolph is still within this prison, even aid them as they have aided him. But the humans in front of him are not part of the plan, and he grew tired of them. He has shown his shrewdness, but now was the time to show his strength. 

Randolph tore through flesh and bone like the paper and cardboard of a pinata, rewarded with blood, then screams, then silence, instead of candy. Randolph has been bottling his emotions within him for decades, while normally hidden underneath a guise of calm, he tapped into fury and hatred that was squirrelled away. He focused his rage onto one guard at a time, beating them well past a pulp, ripping them to shreds, before turning his attention onto the next. The humans tried to fight back, but they lacked the tools and courage, only inflicting pain which roused Randolph’s wrath even further.

It only took a few minutes to cake the hallway in blood and viscera. For flesh to be torn and scattered, their remains would need to be scooped off the walls. Only Randolph was left standing, wearing nothing but a fresh coat of blood paint and a few bits of flesh caked in his fur, teeth, and claws. Surrounded by death, Randolph began to calm down. Slowly, he felt the pain increasing in intensity as instinct compelled him to feast and recover from his injuries.

Like a starving wolf, he ferociously tore into what flesh remained, consuming as much as he could to soothe the hunger and dull the pain. Normally a bit of a gourmand, Randolph savors the flavor and memories of the meat. But not this time, he is famished and agitated. He does not care to maintain his usual sophisticated behavior, right now he only cares to feast. 

The feast, however, would not last, after devouring what he could he still hungered. But that is fine, he still needs to break out, and there are countless more to feast on. Randolph ventured back into the earth, no reason to stalk the halls when he can be in a more comfortable environment. Burrowing once more, he navigated the ‘outside’ of the structure looking for prey. Perhaps he can rescue one of the others from some guards or other inmates, better for them to be indebted to him than the other way around.