#john ic

"Well hello there, David." -> John smiled, clasping his hands together. One hand was... Disgustingly large, unrealistically large. Blackened and looked like it was made of stone, said "stone" trailed up that arm, ending at his shoulder. -> He sounded so... Polite, pleasant, but the look in his eyes. Or well, eye, said something completely different.

Every twitch even hurt…

-> The king stalked his new prey, watching, waiting. The low hum of the corruption that coursed through his very veins was barely audible against the wind.

-> And quite small the poor survivor was... -> The killer's side of this "paradise" really showed the wear and tear, all of the disgusting things The Spectre was able to cook up. The killers seemed to have their own little sections. -> 1x's own personal battlefield, designed for intense training, a mockery of "THE HEIGHTS" as they called it. -> The c00lcarnival, designed personally for the littlest killer of them all, now left abandoned. -> A darkened, closed off lake looking area. Jason must be in there somewhere. -> And what looked to be a castle... That must've been where John and 666 dwelled...

-> Oh. Great. -> The king inhales softly before turning, his massive form absolutely LOOMING over the other killer. His corrupted eye flickered, the gentle crackling of binary corruption filling the air. "Noli." "What do you need from me?"

-> There he was. John Doe, with his massive guard dog, Guest 666, the beast's form was wrapped around a cage that held the parasite's prize. -> Telamon Shedletsky.

"Well, well, well now..." -> The king rose from his throne, the gentle hum of corruption seemed to consume the very space that the two entities inhabited. John smiled, his mutated claws flexing slightly. "Look who finally showed up..."

-> The hulking figure before the woman looked over his shoulder, corrupted eye glowing slightly. This woman looked... Familiar to him, but he didn't care. "Well, well, well... Such a pretty little thing..."