Matthias took off down the hall, his trenchcoat flaring back behind him. He smiled to himself, then looked at his metallic hand's cold, unfeeling knuckles - the same knuckles he slammed into The Shrike's gut. He smiled wider, extending his arm to clothesline a guard he passed. No reason to it, the guard hadn't even given him a second glance... but hey, he was high on adrenaline. An interesting THUMP sound cut the air when he hit the ground. Most probably unconscious. Matthias was too lazy to turn around and check.

"My, Larkin's been spending a lot of time with that little hoodlum recently," said a maid. She was clad in typical maid clothing, a bland brown dress with a white apron. Her friend, dressed similarly, nodded. "Yes... I hear he used to be in The Sink!"
"NO!"
"Yes!"
The two were both on their hands and knees, polishing the linoleum floor.
WOOOOSH.
An outlandishly dressed man with huge glasses jumped the first maid like a hurdle and continued running down the hall, odd cape waving behind him.
She blinked several times, looking to her friend bewilderedly.

The cyborg continued down the hall, the loud stomping of his boots echoing. The guards somehow managed to fall behind, and Matthias was too adrenaline-up to get tired. He banked a hard left, fell down a flight of steps, stood up, and continued to run. Left, right, left, left, right, jump a maid, left, right, clothesline a guard, right.
VICTORY.
The gargantuan double-doors stood before him, a shining beacon of hope. Freedom, he thought, eyes sparkling. At last! Freedom from this horrib-
A pang of guilt hit him. What about that poor kid, Tic? Stuck with that pedophilic bastard Larkin? And all the guards in there who were still alive...
Realization hit him like a sack of bricks, rocks, pennies, and other various hard things. THEY TOOK HIS SWORD.
He scowled, rage filling him to the brim. They were ALL gunna pay.
He turned away from the doors, glaring into the twisting halls, and screamed.
"You hear me?! You're ALL going to pay!"
No answer, naturally. He didn't expect one.
"I don't care WHO you are! Guards, maids, visitors, and Larkin himself - I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"
He ran back into the corridors he had tried to desperately to escape, with a mission. Not for personal safety, for liberty or freedom... this was about pride.