ESCAPE FROM AREA 51

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Carter closed the eyes of guards who died before they could close them. He knew a lot of the guards, he had listened to their stories, he had laughed with them, talked about music, and allowed them to escort him (with heavy hearts) to the operation rooms. They were only doing their jobs, really, for money. They were normal men and women doing their jobs, capable of morals, pity and friendship. There were some of them who saw experiments like him as scum, mere animals incapable of true thought or feeling. They believed that inhuman creatures like them that cried in agony was just like an alarm clock going off. There were others that feared them, these people knew how powerful and intelligent these creatures were. They would surpass the reign of man as the dominant species.

"You... humans... capable of thought and decision, despite your frail bodies compared to ours, you are the superior species. Greater than animals, you are tasked with preserving and protecting them. We are superior to you... it is us who must protect and preserve you. I'm sorry guys... Lee, Chuck, Ford, Eric..." The yellow furred cat lowered his head sadly and wept. "We're no different from the scientists who want to use us as weapons... we've become murderers and sadists! I swear guys... I'm NOT gonna let them kill any more of you!" He vowed, and straightened up. With a swish of a yellow tail, he was gone, faster than the eye could see, or ears can hear, the air above the group merely blurred a little as Carter passed them, running on the ceiling. He intercepted any guard he found heading toward them, and with sharp, swift jabs at certain points in their body, knocked them out. He prayed that the experiments didn't finish them off while they were down, there was no way for them to fight back. To cameras, he was a gust of wind. He scouted the area and put guards to sleep, knowing he could blame no one but himself if he missed just one. He left a trail of unconscious guards in his wake, and in the path of the escapees.

He made it clear to himself that if the experiments could do nothing more than kill, he had to stand in their way, he mustn't let them escape. The torment he endured, the voices in his head, he knew it was horrible, but exacting revenge would make them no different from the monsters that tormented them! There WERE innocents! He made his way back, and in blur of yellow, appeared in front of the group. "STOP!!" He cried. "Dev, that's ENOUGH."