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"BURN!!!DESTROY!!!DEVOUR!!!BLOOD!!!KILL!!!MASSACRE!!!SLAUGHTER!!!FIRE!!!OBLITERATE!!!" The murderous thoughts of the Jabberwocky raged inside of the monster's mind as he writhed against the binds that held him. He had been held captive by the Queen of Hearts and her blasted army for what felt like ages, them denying him his urge to burn the world around him and all those in it. The Jabberwocky let out another deafening roar to express in sheer rage, he had to be released, he had to soar the skies again, he had to burn the land and its people. Just as he was going to let out yet another earth shaking cry the Jabberwocky heard the chamber to his cell open. "FREEDOM!!!" The Jabberwocky thought as he made a dash towards the doors only to be restrained by his bindings, causing him to roar in protest. The one who had opened the door to his chamber was no other than the Knave of Hearts, someone that the Jabberwocky hated with a burning passion as the Knave often took it upon himself to taunt the beast in his captivity. "KILL!!!" The Jabberwocky thought as he looked upon the man, wanting nothing more at that moment than to rip him to shreds, but he refrained as he sensed what the Knave carried. His ancient enemy, his foe that he had done battle with countless times over the centuries, the Vorpal Sword. Letting out a low growl the Jabberwocky merely leered at the Knave as the man entered his chamber. The Knave explained, or rather demanded that the Jabberwocky follow him to the Queen. Though he lusted for his freedom the Jabberwocky knew that with the Vorpal Sword in his possession the Knave could command him to do whatever he pleased.

The most freedom that he had had in years the Jabberwocky had to spend it under the command of some worthless Knave that he could of easily turned to ash. Bidding back his anger for now the Jabberwocky followed the Knave to the Queen and managed to keep himself in control long enough to hear her plan. It seemed her majesty wished to cross into a new land and spread chaos. Chaos. Chaos meant the Jabberwocky would have a chance to be free and to spill the blood of whoever he saw fit. He wanted this, no he needed this. His willingness to go along with the Queen's plan only grew once he learned that this new land was the home of Alice. Alice, the latest true bearer of the Vorpal Sword. "KILL ALICE!!!" This was the last thought that ran through the Jabberwocky's mind as he plunged into the looking glass.

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"Is that all you got?!" The booming voice of the red headed young man mocked as he circled around a burly, bald bearded man who was currently doubled over and clutching his ribs as he spat out blood. A crowd of cheering and booing men and women encircled the two, the whole scene being set inside a rather run down looking abandoned warehouse. The young man forcefully brought his boot into the man's side, causing him to yell out in pain as well as completely fall to the floor. "You're fucking pathetic, you know that?!" The obvious victor of this fight said as he put his boot on the back of the man's head, forcing him back to the ground. "You should know better than to take on Marc Mayhem!" He yelled, pushing the man's face into the floor. He then turned his gaze to the crowd and threw his fist up in the air in victory.

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The Jabberwocky had seen it all, the bloody fight between the large bald man and the one that called himself Marc Mayhem. He had seen how Marc beat the man into a bloody pulp, he had seen the fire in the young man's eyes, the bloodlust in his words, the violence in his soul. The Jabberwocky knew that he was the one, he would be his vessel, his host to spread death and destruction into the world.

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Marc had just finished cleaning himself up after the fight and had collected his money for winning. This was his twelfth win in a row so the pay out was pretty good. "Damn I'm good." He spoke aloud as he counted his winnings. He was half way through his stack when he felt a sudden burning... in his head. "OW!! WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled as he gripped his head. It felt like someone was ripping his brain apart and was that... a voice?

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The Jabberwocky waited, he stalked, he hunted for just the right moment to claim his prize and when that moment appeared he struck. Entering Marc's mind the Jabberwocky was flooded with his memories, his emotions, his anger towards the world... he had chosen the right host. "Hello... My Mayhem."

"Ugh... my bloody head..." The groan escaped the giant Gem that was Amber as he groggily sat up from the massive pile of miscellaneous pillows and blankets that apparently acted as his bed. He let out a deep, practically floor shaking yawn as he stretched his beefy limbs. "Oi, this trainin' is taken a lot out of me..." The living orange mountain grimaced aloud as he felt the soreness that was spread out through his body. The past few weeks had been a blur for Amber, he spent all of his time training. Ever since that day in the kindergarten Amber had been pushing himself more and more, he didn't want to feel like he wasn't trying hardest. He didn't want to be the reason any more of his friends got hurt or worse... Amber shook his head in an attempt to rid it of such thoughts before he hopped out of his mound of cushions. His room wasn't much, in all honestly it was one of the more simple ones in the temple. Besides his mountain of pillows in blankets the only things of note in the room were a various assortment of large and heavy metal objects, Amber had taken it upon himself to start collecting such things after he over heard a group of humans in town talking about how pumping iron made them stronger. With yet another yawn and a scratch of his ample belly Amber began to make his way out of his room. His eyes were still half shut as he entered the main room of the temple. "Mornin' all, what did I miss?" Amber asked to no one in particular, in all honesty no one could of been in the room for all he knew.

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