[center][b][h1][color=crimson]Enemies[/color][/h1][/b][/center]

[color=darkgray] The obese convict jerked his head from her hand. He reacted with a confused expression. There was no telling of the woman's intent, but he seemed to enjoy the cordial affection. The fat convict then dropped his head to the side. He couldn't make out what the woman was implying. What was a name? The man reasonably did not know what was being asked of him
  
 The shrunken head, on the other hand, had a completely different reaction. The interaction between the woman only brought anger to his eyes. He was not liking how confident this woman happened to be. More words poured from his mouth. He spat them out with much maliciousness. 

 The fat convict was pushing the girl's hair out of her face. He chose to mimic the same action. It was then after hearing the incantation,
 his emotions changed. He grabbed the woman by her throat and appeared to be enraged. [color=purple]"You sly bitch. You were trying to seduce my pet. How inconsiderate." [/color]

 The obese convict started putting more pressure on the neck area. [color=purple]"This man does not have a name. He doesn't have anything. His only purpose is to destroy."[/color] The shrunken head kept hissing. He watched as his minion lifted the woman up from the ground. The violence gave him satisfaction. 

 [color=purple]"I will give you a name. That will be your final wish before your demise," [/color] The convict lifted the hand carrying the charm to the woman's ear. His breath could be felt on her ear canal. The experience was spine-chilling. The shrunken head continued hissing as it revealed its identity. [color=purple]"You're in capable hands. Only because [b]I am God.[/b]"[/color] After the reveal, the convict put all his pressure into strangling Ally.  [/color]


[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

[color=cyan] Marcus had made it to the building above the conflict. He couldn't believe his eyes. The teen knew what he saw from the distance, but he was hoping that his eyes deceived him. [i]This can't be true. This can't be true.[/i] Marcus had seen something unnatural. 

 He could clearly make out a black demon appearing out someone's skull. Was the person endangered? Did they know a monster was popping out of his brain? Marcus couldn't and didn't want to understand. This mission was supposed to be normal; he expected a few goons and thugs. Maybe they would have been armed with knives and guns, but he would have been able to handle it.

 Marcus held onto his head and collapsed onto his knees. He studied the situation. One convict was on the ground rolling on the dirt. He seemed fixated on his arm while the demon stayed motionless. There was another convict that was corpulent. That particular convict had one of his hands wrapped around somebody's throat. 

 Marcus did not identify the person. It was too far to see who the person getting strangled was. From on top, he noticed the person wasn't wearing an orange jumpsuit. Marcus knew it wasn't wise to assume, but he had to make a guess and declare the person wasn't a convict. Then again, the person could be another enemy. 

 Marcus gulped and started pacing back and forth. He bit into his thumb and realized his rubber body had vanished. Groaning, he suddenly dug into his pocket and fished out a piece of scrap metal. Placing it into his mouth, he gnashed the metal into tiny pieces to swallow. "Fuck it," he cried and jumped off the roof. He started shouting on his way down as he aimed for the obese convict.[/color]