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give me shadow, put on my crown.; Tagging Toxie
Topic Started: Jun 10 2017, 08:31 PM (212 Views)
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(( Jonathan Gulley continued from This Is The End Of His Story ))

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

Jon followed the trail Min Jae had made. It wasn't hard, he'd only gone down a linear hallway with a corner leading to another one. There was only two ways to go from their, upstairs, or downstairs, or stay in the hall.

Jon breathed through the mask as he realized that he chose to do this. This wasn't to make the world a better place, this wasn't for the greater good.

Left foot. Right Foot. Left foot. Right foot.

This was revenge, plain and simple. Jon didn't do this out of some want for justice. Min Jae Parker had killed a friend of Jon. Brendan didn't even want Jon to do it, but here he was. You could call it selfish, maybe. Hell, Jon would've called it selfish if he were still himself.

Left foot. Right Foot. Left foot. Right foot.

Thing was, Jon was not himself. He was simply a shape now, The Shape. Nothing remained of Jon except a few memories. All replaced with primal urges and instincts.

He slowed down as Jae walked into a nearby room. He could hear laughing coming from within it.

Min Jae wouldn't be laughing soon.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

He slowed his walk as he crept closer to the doorway. He turned the corner and stared.

The Shape stood in the doorway, watching Min Jae.

Breath in. Breath out.

His eye stared at the figure sitting on the floor.

He could end this right now, but he heard him laugh. That would have been too quick. He wanted to hear Min Jae scream. He wanted him to beg, to plead, to apologize and say he regretted everything.

He wanted Min Jae to beg him to end it.

The Shape stood there and breathed.
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The Shape slammed the door shut and barred it with his machete.

He could just leave him there. Starve him out, leave him to rot. He knew it wouldn't work like that. Someone would come and help him out, regardless of who he was, or what they knew about him. He'd prey on someone else's innocence, and come back to hurt someone else.

He should go in there and finish it.

A part of him wanted to draw it out however. He couldn't just end him here, a part of him wanted to chase.

The Shape wasn't sure why. Maybe Jon still wanted it to end for him, or maybe needed something to keep him going. He'd spent so long without a purpose that now that he has one, he's not sure if he should throw it away.

The Shape
turned it's head to the room behind him. He had an idea...




From inside the door, there was the sound of something shifting outside, followed by the scrape of the machete leaving the latch.
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The Shape hid behind a corner down the hall. He waited for the door to open, for the message to be sent.

The message was simple. It wouldn't be quick. The mangled and decayed form of Conrad was used, because by the end of this, Jae's remains would look similar. The Shape would strike eventually. Clawing, biting, chopping, and shooting, and nobody would be able to recognize whatever was left of him.

There was the creak of the door being opened, followed by the familiar twang of a crossbow bolt being shot into flesh. He heard Jae mumble from within the room, followed by some dry heaving.

He could turn the corner now and end it. The Shape could just massacre Jae like it meant nothing.

He didn't. Not now, too quick. He wasn't done with him yet. He would spend at least a day of this, slowly whittling him down. A sighting here, another message there.

He would strike fear into him, he would make him regret every choice he has made upon waking up on this island...

The Shape turned it's plasticine grinning face towards the camera. Staring, Smiling.

When it's done, everyone will get the message.

The Shape looked into the camera, and brought it's finger up to it's mouth, almost mocking the watchers at home. Be quiet, or else he'll hear you, the action said.

((Jonathan Gulley continued elsewhere.))
Edited by ToxieTheToxicAvenger, Jun 17 2017, 04:38 PM.
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