The only thing that could save me now, is the very thing holding me hostage.

Scorpiorilla. I nearly ran head on into him my eyes were so blurred with fear. He had his back turned to me, screaming into a walkie talkie for the whereabouts of my location. I shoved him, hard, and he grabbed his gun, whirled around, and would have shot me if I hadn't screamed "WAIT!!" He lowered the gun, reached out and snatched me, slinging my light body over his shoulder like a sack of garbage. I was not garbage. I beat at his arm and screamed "IT'S AFTER ME!! ITS LOOSE AND IT'S GONNA KILL ME!!!" He growled "What's loose?" over his shoulder. Not that he really cared. At that moment, precise timing I might add, It rounded the corner and stopped dead when he saw my captor. And my captor stopped dead when he saw my pursuer. Then Scorpiorilla dropped me right onto the floor and reached for his gun. But before he could pull the trigger and blow It's head off, the thing lunged for me and in the process raked his claws across Scorpio's chest, and he collapsed to the ground and howled in pain. The thing held my face in his claws, and dug them in, leaving bleeding holes in my face. As he opened his mouth to do who knows what (and I don't wanna find out), his head was actually blown off. I whipped my head to the side as my already bleeding face was splattered in another beings blood. It's body fell backwards onto its back. It didn't move again.