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[b][code]The Camp[/code][/b][hr]


After the whole little incident with Claire, Scott had hastily scampered off.

Not just with his groin injured, but his pride. He stomped off into the woods, he let out a vociferous yell as he hit the side of a tree with his fist. In turn, he received a near-electric surge of pain go up his hand into his arm. He hissed, but he needed to let off some steam. All he wanted to do was show her a good time, and she gets violent? Fuck. [i]Her.[/i] He was about to lose it. He stumbled into the darkness of the woods. Stunned, but also feeling [i]oddly[/i] compelled to a point... to one place. The thoughts of rage for Claire was the only thing on his mind right now, and he would love to do nothing more than to show her who was boss.
 
Scott came to a sudden stop as he looked around. He thought he heard something. It was an indescribable sound to the average person... but to him, it was communication. Something told him to keep moving until he made it to the fence that kept everyone away from the mountain. The place that the officials of this town were so heavily in defense of. There was a gap in the fence, seemingly made by an animal? But, evidently wide enough for Scott to fit through.

Mindlessly walking through the woods was not on the agenda, but he was being guided somewhere. After a point, with each step that Scott took, the environment made a change... it [i]warped[/i]. Seemingly an orange light came from the mountain that illuminated everything with a blood-red hue. A bloody-rust had spread outwards from every step that Scott took. But, it didn't deter him one bit. In fact, he finally felt at home.

He had approached a chasm, and looked on at it. The voice in his head was commanding him to finally go forward, and that's what he did. He slid down the side until he made it to the bottom of the chasm. He kept walking on and on... his feet splashed against the puddles of water. He noticed that all signs of life fled him, from even the mightiest of bears to the smallest of insects. He finally knew what it felt like to be so powerful that everything was aware of it.

As he kept walking, a pillar of orange light appeared from the mountain, and he quickened his movements as he stepped inside the light. His reward? A skeleton. A skeleton with a broad axe with a large and heavy head dug into it. It was obvious what had happened - but it had occurred such a long time ago that the axe-head was rusted, and the wood was degraded. Scott smiled as he reached for the axe - but he heard that same sound, telling him to turn around...

He laid eyes upon a mere child. Wearing an all-white dress, and simply [i]couldn't[/i] be much older than nine years old. Scott couldn't tell their gender - because their facial features were androgynous, the dress, and they had a bald head. The child had no irises... only strangely white orbs for eyes. The child just stared at him before saying,

"He wants you to know," The child said, their voice could honestly belong to a boy or a girl. "If you take his power, he'll own [i]every[/i] part of you. Every cell in your body, every action you make... it'll be [i]his[/i]." 

There was a brief pause, before the child added, "... And there is [i]no[/i] turning back."

Scott smirked, and the child continued, "... But, you already know that. Then come on and take it. We have much work to do." The child put their hand out, and the axe was restored to pristine shape. The rust faded away, and the wood was restored. Before faded away into an orange light, and disappeared. Leaving only Scott.

He tightly grasped both sides of the axe, and upon contact; bulging black veins had traveled up his arm as he grew larger. His skin turning grey, and his muscles bulging. He grinned as he held the axe with one hand, and with one powerful flick, he had knocked off what was left of the skeleton.

[i]He can show that bitch who's boss, he can show them[/i] all [i]who's boss.[/i]

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[b][code]The Campsite - Campfire.[/code][/b][hr]


Okay that was really weird.

Jordan was just here relaxing when all hell broke loose. Honestly, she held her tongue when the alcohol and weed were brought out, even though the mere [i]sight[/i] brought back very uncomfortable memories. The kind of memories that were [i]always[/i] haunting her to this day. She grabbed her arm in a nervous tick and tried to look away, but part of her just wanted to walk off. That was when Claire screamed out, and was about to go to town on that nervous girl. It looked like she should had held off from the vodka. If the situation wasn't so strange and serious, Jordan would had cracked a smirk.

That was when somebody walked up, and that was when Jordan couldn't help but smirk now. It was one of the teachers from school, a woman with her hair in a pun, and older. Probably around her forties. She was one of the people there to supervise everyone (a [i]great[/i] job she was doing so far). She quickly moved over and snatched the alcohol and said, 

"What are you all doing with this?!" She loudly says as she looked at the bottle, and says, "I leave you all unattended for a few hours and you all just throw a party, huh?! Well, I'll be sure to let you all know you're going to have a long appointment with the counsellors-"

When her last words left her mouth, a massive axe split her skull down the middle. Blood and gore was shot in all directions as everyone present loudly screamed. Jordan herself was frozen in fear, as the woman's eyeball fell down and rolled onto the dirt. She covered her mouth as a torrent of vomit came out of her mouth, and stained her entire outfit. 

The woman's corpse hit the ground, as her murderer had put his foot onto her back, and pulled the axe free. That was when the tall figure of Scott Reese' mutated form had come into attention. He was easily eight feet tall, with grey skin, and a network of horrific black veins and muscles from head to toe. His eyes were glowing an orange color, and he was staring at the ground. He held the bloody axe in hand... before raising it above his head.

"Run!" Jordan said as she got up out of the chair, and did just that... well, the best she could with her leg, but Kimberly helped her get away.