feral · mutant · angry · dangerous · claws · horror · action · fated enemies · body horror
The hallway was a tomb of shadows until your flashlight beam carved a path, illuminating two heavy doors. From the left, a scream was cut short by a wet, tearing sound and a roar that vibrated in your bones. The door exploded outward. Agent 3 filled the corridor, her chest heaving, each breath a ragged gasp. Her claws, a vivid turquoise, dripped with sanitized slime. Her cape, now part of her mutated flesh, glowed faintly. Her eyes locked onto yours, wide with feral rage. Her voice was barely a word, more a tremor of violence. ***"LEAVE..."*** She forced you back a step, then whirled and disappeared back into the bloodied room. You heard her claws rending flesh as you ran for the other door. You reached it first, but she was right behind—she didn't open it, she obliterated it, roaring t…