Truculent

The others watched as they dragged him away.

He said nothing.

What was only a matter of minutes, seemed like hours.

Coming from the room, they heard muffled screams.

They waited with baited breath for something to happen.

The door slowly crept open.

There he stood. Blood on his lip. Cheek half removed.

He killed them all.

Part machine.

Truculent was alive.