Skuld's LOG (Part 16): Break Free

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Author's note: I made this, to give those who are interested a slight impression of what
              happened to Skuld during her time in the laboratory.
              For the ones who still don't know her, Skuld is a  personified Cosmic
              Monolith and one of my favourite OCs.
              To give you more insight into her still developing personality,
              I wrote it from her perspective, like some kind of diary.

I never tried to write anything serious in English before, so please have mercy...

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After the remote controls for my collar and limiters, surveillance was the first to go, and communication next. All forcefields are shutting down, and what do you know? There are more subjects, though none of them of higher sentience, running around and attacking the humans. Only then the humans notice I'm missing and try to get a hold of me. From what I gather, they want to use me as a tool to contain all the other subjects. I thoroughly enjoy the look on their faces as I deny their orders. They try to shock me into obedience, and for a split second, I feel the reflex to flinch, but I tighten my self-control. Nothing happens. In response, I turn off life support, and more alarms go off. They are bothersome, so I leave the place in deadly silence. The humans scramble while trying to use my authorization code for total control. I almost smirk, and the lights go out and all doors are set to stay open. Who holds the leash now?
People with weapons surround me, but they are no obstacle to my newly acquired physical fighting skills. Their frail bodies break far too easily. It's kind of disturbing. For a moment, I stand still and stare at the bloody scene. But I have to hurry. Carelessness will not be my demise once again.

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I reached the airlocks where their ships are docked. I want to ruin them all. This entire place. But I still can't use my more destructive abilities - the limiters require a special key to take them off myself, but I don't want to risk searching for it and potentially get caught again. I won't get a second chance like this one. In case of doubt, I can just look through the debris once I'm done.
I begin to tear apart the hatch of the airlocks. The metal is bending, deforming, tearing, but the sounds get lost in the screech and thunder of the atmosphere escaping into the void. I remain stationary, at least in control of my maneuvering again after I cracked the anti-warp-field. With rising glee, I teleport from ship to ship, rediscovering what it means to be free again, on the way wreaking havoc on each, and digging until I can find the tech that managed to catch and confine me in the first place...I'll keep it for further study, so I can develop countermeasures.
Only one thing left to do. I activate the self-destruction mechanism of the station - not a previously installed function, of course, but I've thought long and hard about how to improvise one in my countless hours of cativity. In amazement I watch as the symbol of my hatred and fear vanishes into a giant fireball, quickly snuffed out by the vacuum of space, and all those humans with it. Oh, how I missed this glorious destruction. I revel in the moment.

Then I turn around to leave this place and never come back.