A sudden feeling to wage war on everything, it all made sense. You couldn't tell how, or explain it, but it made sense. A howling wind whipped passed broken windows, and flooding the inside of the chemical plant's interior. You had a passion of hunger that made you feel like a protected child again. It was like nothing could hurt you anymore. You chuckled to yourself a little, the throbbing in your head becoming unbearable, it made you jump at the sudden sound leaving your lips. It's been so long since something like this happened. 

You hadn't even noticed how effortlessly you pulled the chains and weights behind you. They left indents in the floor, indicating they were extremely difficult to support. Smugly scowling at the weights, you wondered if there was a way to get them off your legs and arms. You took another step forwards, hearing them squeak highly. Making echoing in the hall, also making you cringe at the sound.

You've seen papa do it millions of times, you picked up a thin scrap of a injection needle on the floor. A brisk wind followed through, as you began stabbing the small hole in the chain. Neck hair standing on end, you bent closer to identify the hole.

Hmm, something was fishy about this. You threw the needle behind you, keeping your hand raised and waited before you heard it drop.  Your idea with the needle apparently wasn't working. There wasn't even really a hole. Just bounds and bounds of chains knotted around your upper arm, ankles, and wrists. Although fragile, you stuck a hand under the weak skin being uncirculated to reach the end of the chain. You tugged the chain's end, nothing happened like when papa untied a strange, black thing on his foot.

Filling you with another burst of rage you hissed unsteadily, keeping you focused on getting the end of the chain off.

"I'm.. .starting to get... T-ticked off!" You heard the words, but we're surprised they came from you. You were sure they weren't from you, but it was your lips that had moved. You looked around slowly, just in case, and so it seemed no one was around even now. Tampering further with your chain, you unfortunately failed again.

kusō! Nothing was working! Urrrrgggg! You suddenly whipped your head back in anger, and ripped painfully at the chain. It slowly began to pull off slowly, ripping away skin and flesh while doing so.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...." You muttered over and over in the process, you didn't feel anything, but it was only natural to make sound.  Your quiet whisper of a voice echoed in the empty hallway. One arm done, then the next. Peeling off excessive dried stains of blood. Two arms done.