The large cyborg cast a wary eye towards her, he had killed many a kinnikue and a kinnikue had robbed him of his freedom, so the largest member of the gruesome threesome was far from trusting the female who had seated herself beside him, but her show of courage had earned his respect… for the time being.
“Alright… Muscle Leaguer… what brings yer here to this ‘pleasant’ spot?”
Forkolossus, Fork as many of the inmates had started calling him shifted his weight slightly, chains rattling and the wrecking balls they where attached to rolling a little across the floor.
"Muscle Leaguer?" Jac smirked, "Just because my lame brother is the chairman, doesn't made me a Muscle Leaguer... infact, I'm far from it..." she moved slightly, showing Fork the the top of the crowbar. Lowering her voice so the guard wouldn't hear, "I'm here to break you free."
He smirked, the workman’s style helmet he wore casting a shadow over his glowing optics, making him look more dangerous then he already appeared. “Well now…” He lowered his own voice. “Perhaps yer more useful then yer look…” He chuckled. “Brake me out of here and I might help yer with what ever little problems yer have if it’s possible.”
Jacqueline nodded and pulled out the crowbar. The guard noticed them and ran forward going straigh for Jacqueline, who spun around, acting purely in defense, and cracked the crowbar on the guard's head, causing immediate death. The man's limp body fell to the floor, his skull cracked open, blood everywhere.
Jacqueline's eyes widened in horror... she'd killed a man... there was no turning back now. Wiping her hands down of the blood that strayed there, she turned around and used the crowbar to pry apart the shackles around Fork's wrists and ankles.
Fork whistled, rubbing his wrists once he was free. “Well now… that was quite an impressive display, only in one hit to.” He walked over to the guards limp body, picking it up, it had been such a long time since he had the chance to feel the warmth of blood over his hands. He smirked, if Jacqueline was helping him, he would at least make it look like she hadn’t killed the man so if the Cyborg was ever caught again no one would even think of blaming Jacqueline for the death of the guard.
With hardly any effort involved Forkolossus tore the fans body in half, with no support the intestines slipped from the man’s body to the ground, to finish the job Fork crushed the man’s skull in one hand, dropping the guard’s remains to the ground a snorted, giving his hand a careless flick to rid it of the remaining pieced of brain.
“Come on… let’s go.”
Jacqueline paled as the man's insides fell to the floor. She nodded and followed Fork. Her mind was in a state of panic, 'I killed someone... I actually killed someone.' sure, she loved violence as much as the next wrestling fan, maybe even more, and she had seen death before, but it had never been by her hands. Jacqueline should have known... that helping Fork would mean hurting, even killing someone totally innocent... to tell the truth, it hadn't crossed her mind.
What would happen now...?
Without his shackles on he found it quite easy to wonder through the halls of the jail, towards the exit, easily killing anyone who happened to try and stop him, he never settled for a simple kill though, he always had to crush some body part, it almost being always the skull of the victim.
As soon as they were outside he sighed, smiling. “Well now… that wasn’t so hard.” As he had killed every one who came his way, the alarms had yet to be sounded.
"I... guess not." Jacqueline said, almost throwing up as the bodies piled up. She had picked up her bag before they left, and swinged it slighty so it was now on her other shoulder, "So... where now?" She wasn't going to return home... not now...
Forkolossus glanced at her, holding her gaze for a moment, as if appearing worried, but he quickly shook his head, ridding himself of any sincere thoughts, he cleared his throat. “Well… I’m sure my old apartment is still vacant… I doubt anyone would want to stay where a murderer once stayed.”
He walked off towards the city, trying his hardest to look as if he didn’t care if she fallowed or not, but once he was a couple of meters away he slowed down to allow her to catch up.
He adjusted his helmet in an uncharacteristic bout of bashfulness. “Look… if yer need a place to stay… I guess yer can stay with me… it’s the least I could do.”
Jacqueline nodded, smiling slightly, "I'd like that... thank you."
“Well… we better get goin’ then…”