[6.2] Instant Crush: Enter Standman

[killeroftheminge]

A few of the creatures could see Kyle's movement, throwing some invisible weight to the other side of the room, which several scurried off to, chittering and growling as they thought they drew near to their quarry. A few others had a different proposal though, as they continued crawling along towards Kyle, threatening to finish what their original body had started. As some drew closer, the hand tangled in Nico's flesh had managed to burrow it's way out, screeching as it made it out. It's probuscis retracted into the hole in its mouth before a glistening eye began to squeeze through, enlarging and seeming about ready to pop before it finally made it through with a wet pop, the blue irises diluted with speckled blood and viscera hanging from the cord that connected it to the palm of the hand creature. It took in the matter at hand, noticing how Nico and Kyle would more than likely survive the ordeal, and knowing when to retreat, it scuttled away, crawling up the stairs towards the hallway where Guy, Bino, and the Pale woman were, it's own survival in mind.

In science, there is a species of flatworm known as the Planarian, of the Turbellaria class, a creature that exhibits the usual traits of its flatworm brethren, eye spots and all. However, the Planarian flatworm is an especially intriguing creature, one that is able to regenerate it's body at a remarkable level. If a sliver as small as 1/279th of the creature were to be seperate from the rest, then over the course of several weeks, a new and independent organism will form, with its own survival instinct and direction. The corpses within Enter Sandman share a similar capability; if any sliver of a creature were to be seperate from the whole, the sliver will act as a completely independent organism, one with its own survival and reproduction in mind, and one with its own terrifying capabilities. It cannot regenerate it's original form, but the creature is able to act freely of its own accord, and in this case, plot it's own machinations, seperate from Solomon whilst it is no longer under his thrall. It is here we see the true terrifying power of Enter Sandman, and why the UN seems more and more desperate to be rid of the rebellion by utilizing such a terrible Stand.

[RockyRaccoon]

Kyle watched as some of the creatures did exactly what he had hoped, they scuttled along to the corner of the room thus making them vulnerable to attacks but there were still some hand creatures coming straight towards him! He needed to act fast, he had to seize his opportunity now while he still could. Flashing a smile, he turned to Nico “Oi, Nico. I’m gonna squash these stupid bug things but I’ll have to make you visible once again. Heh” He summoned Taxman from behind him, Nico, Guy, and Bino’s visibility began to creep back up and he dashed straight towards the hands that were coming at him. ”AIEOOOOOWWW!!” Taxman immediately punched the hand creatures straight into the ground with rapid furious punches. He then eyed the bugs that were in the corner, his eyes flashed as he raised his fists into the air straight towards the creatures and sent an intense, bright light right at them before running up to them and punching them into the ground just like the others. He huffed and puffed, breathing heavily as his body continued to pour with sweat. Kyle collapsed onto the floor, exhausted and almost fatigued. “Ow. My whole body hurts like hell. Someone hold me please.”

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Nico groaned as Kyle went full ham, got tuckered out from too much punching and then collapsed onto the ground, sweating like a pig. At this point she had zero sympathy for him. 

"Really?" she spat. "Really? I go through all those lengths to tell you not to go overboard - a big inspirational speech! - and then you do this?... Ughh..." 

Unfortunately, as much as she wanted to, Nico couldn't just leave him behind. He was a friend etc etc... and besides, he had done a good job with the hand things. "C'mon, lazyhead," she gave a mock kick to his body. "Up ya get. Let's go join the others."  

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Nico slumped Kyle over her shoulder (struggling with the weight) and started to carry him up the stairs again. She caught something scuttling up ahead in the corner of her eye - in the direction of Guy and Bino - and shuddered, halting suddenly on the steps. Might be safer downstairs... Get out while they could. Where was that Bethany girl? Outside, right? Did she still have the car?

She seriously considered it for a while, cogs whirring in her brain, before finally reaching a decision. No. No more fleeing. There was no point in doing something - no point in taking part in anything - if you were just gonna run the instant you got scared.  Gritting her teeth, trembling a little, Nico continued her way up the stairs.

[killeroftheminge]

The hallway had quieted down a good bit, with that former screeching echoing away into nothing, silence blanketing the stillness of the passage as the Pale woman stared down the hall. Soon, she saw Nico, carrying some boy over her shoulders and her face softened from that fearful stare she had earlier.

"Oh lord, you're okay..." it whispered, the woman's eyes watering a bit more as she looked at the rough state Kyle was in.
"I should have warned you before you left, I'm so sorry, for frightening you with my Stand, I just...I'm so, so shaken and....I just can't think straight, not after what I've seen...but thank god you're ok, and that's-"

"GET AWAY FROM HER!!!" 

The group jumped at the booming voice, all of them turning to see the speaker in question as they descended the stairs. Slowly, footsteps punctuated the silence, heavy footfalls as a figure seemed to trudge down darkened hallway towards them, slowly becoming more illuminated by the light pouring in. Soon enough, the group was face to face with...the other hostage, the man on the roof who'd been shot. However, unlike the Pale woman, he was in no good condition, as they could see the huge red stain on his shirt, the blood emanating from a stump near his shoulder where his shirt had been ripped off. The man's arm was missing, as he gripped the wound tight with his arm and cloth from his jeans, attempting to stave off death from bloodloss; but in spite of the fact that he was one foot in the grave, the man's face was as lively as could be, flushed with color as red as his wound, his brow furrowed in anger.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT MONSTER RIGHT NOW, SHE'S TRICKING YOU!!"

The woman's face fell as she looked back and she began to tremble violently as she fell to the ground, pointing and screaming at the armless man. "Ohgodno, NO! That's him, that's who I was talking about, he's one of those things!!!" She cried, scrambling towards the wall as she stared at the man seething with rage. 

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In the corner of the ceiling, the eye of the hand creature watched the scene before it intently, noticing the interaction between the two screaming people. It's eye stared for a moment longer before it turned and squeezed itself into a crack in the ceiling, leading the hand Thing upwards. It would have to return for the bigger prey once it was ready; for now, it was too small. It needed to kill, to grow and consume, to bring more within Enter Sandman. The creature emerged into a room on the next floor, it's eye circling the new enclosure, taking in its new surroundings. It was so small, it wouldn't draw any attention to itself, not like it's parent body or the others that had spawned. This would help it thrive.

Behind it, the hand creature could hear a hiss and snarl, something territorial in the sound. It turned around, facing a very large, very ferocious rat, it's body puffing up to scare the hand creature out of its territory. How dare this outsider come into its own hole, using it as if it belonged to it? The rat reared up on its hindlegs, preparing to leap and attack the intruding creature, when a SNIKT could be heard, a sort of sharp, piercing sound of meat being stabbed by a sword.

The rat fidgeted, it's eye twitching before it dropped to the ground, dead from one of the fingers of the hand creature piercing it's brain. The creature chittered as it dragged the hefty rodent towards it, it's other fingers digging into the flesh of the rat. Slowly, the two started to meld into each other, the rat's face warping and fusing into the hand like clay. Skin began pouring over its body, as the thin, red tentacles tore from the knuckles of the hand creature, burrowing roughly into the body of the rat, embedding themselves within the steaming entrails of the animal and within the musculature of its body, slowly incorporating itself into this newer form...

Outside, after a few seconds, a lone rat scurries away, hungry for more flesh to overtake.

[RockyRaccoon]

Kyle looked up to see that he was now being carried by the tiny girl that is Nico, he laughed at the prospect of this tiny girl carrying him despite all odds against her knowing that he was very well far more heavy than her. “Oi…Nico wh-what are you…What are you doing heh” He softly spoke as he was pulled up to the second floor where he found himself in the presence of the woman who had been shot earlier. He suddenly lit up with a mix of shock, and excitement at the prospect that the victims who’s deaths he had caused may not be dead after all. He took a tight grip of Nico’s shoulders as he brought himself up “WH-WHAT THE HELL!? YOU’RE ALIVE?!” suddenly something even more unexpected happened. Another figure came out of the darkness to reveal the other man who had been shot except he was missing an arm and had gained several other wounds to which he was holding on to.

Kyle got up from the ground, he turned his head to the woman then to the man and he kept looking back and forth with a confused look on his face as he tried to put things together. “W-Wait a minute what’s going on?” Suddenly he began to grow a far more terrified look on his face as he fell back to his knees. “I…I don’t think either of them are alive” He didn’t know for sure if he was right but he was slowly beginning to put the pieces together. The enemy has been attacking them with corpses, they were also able to control limbs freely as well as looking through a corpse’s eyes. “Guys…Get away from both of them!” He pointed with an exaggerated motion as he warned his allies of the oncoming threat.

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The crumbling woman was still there. Nico had stood petrified for a moment, shoulders gripped tight by Kyle as he yelled joyously, while the woman talked. Damn. Even if she was a Stand user, the lady still creeped her out. She'd been just about to bolt over to Guy and Bino before a man she'd never seen before in her life came bounding in. Red-faced and blood-stained, this man looked far less like a corpse, but he wasn't any less alarming with his tendency to scream. Wait, so which one's the...? 

Kyle was trusting neither of them, that much was clear. It seemed he had had some kind of revelation, but at the moment he wasn't spilling what that was. Chewing her lip, eyes flicking from the pale woman to the blood-stained man as Kyle's had done, Nico thought hard for the first time in a while. 

One of those things? She could only mean those monsters they'd fought on the first floor. But they weren't any less monstrous than the woman herself. A frown creased her features, which deepened as she looked over the man once again. He was literally just an ordinary guy. Sure, he was missing a limb, one foot in the grave and all that, but at least he wasn't actually in the grave. Unlike the woman. Nico shuddered at recollections of her hand tearing through the woman's face and splattering her mushy, almost decayed skin all over the walls. Were the monsters part of her Stand (but then why would she warn the group about them?), or were she - if she was well and truly dead - and the monsters part of something bigger?

Well. Whatever this woman was, Nico was placing her money on the dude. Maybe he could be an ally. "I'm fairly sure he's alive, though," she mumbled to Kyle, uncertainly. "Let's - let's give this poor man some help, if it ain't already too late." (She was more stalling for time than anything else.) 

The girl turned and approached the man warily, in case he made any sudden moves in his agitated state. "Heya. I think I can help ya. Dunno if it'll work, though, and as it is yer a bit roughed up, so..." She attempted a reassuring smile, not wanting to tell him outright that he was literally fucking dead. "But let's try it!" 

Nico took a breath to steady herself, then held out her wrist. She took a pinch of skin around the wrist area, created a rip, and pulled in a clockwise motion, as if unrolling bandages. As she gradually ran out of skin she moved upwards, continuously tearing off layers of the skin off her arm. Was skin antiseptic? Probably not. But there was nothing else on hand. 

Having procured a satisfactory number of skin-bandages, already regrowing the skin on her arm, Nico stepped forward. She removed the cloth he'd put to cover the bit where his arm was missing and began dressing the man's wound as best as she could. Please don't kill me.  

[killeroftheminge]

Nico, with trembling hands, manages to fix the red man's wound, applying her supply of skin "bandages" to the bloodied stump to replace the filthy rags that had been his pants. The man's face had gone through a myriad of transformations, from surprise, disgust, and then finally reluctant acceptance of his new dressing. It was unorthodox, some might even say downright disgusting, but it was a solution, there was no doubt about that. However, as soon as Nico had applied her bandages, the man turned his gaze to the pale woman, staring her down with steeled eyes as he pulled out a revolver from behind him, pointing it at the frail woman. He spoke with pure conviction, every word seeming to be picked with the utmost deliberation and care; every utterance from his lips held precise impact, and his words seemed to hint at a man that knew what he wanted to say, with nothing ever having an empty purpose to him. 

"I don't particularly care what you think, sir. That woman ain't human. I bet you she fell apart in front of you, to lure you in to trusting her. Am I right? Did she reform, say it was her Stand? I'll bet it did, it's smart like that. It tries to capitalize on your compassion. Well, I plum ran out of that once that thing tore my arm off," he said, that last phrase being forced through grit teeth as he pulled back the hammer on the revolver, his hand shaking as he attempted to keep the cold steel pointed at the pale woman. "So, if none of yall are gonna do it, stand aside, so I can destroy that thing's brain. I'll show you what I already know," 

The pale woman flew into a panic, scrambling on the ground, pulling on Guy's pants as she tried to hide behind him, tears flowing freely from her sunken eyes. 

"Please no, no no, he's tricking you...he did that to himself, he tore his arm off so that noone would believe me-please, you have to believe me, he's the monster, he's one of those horrid things wandering around, don't let him kill me please," she shook violently, burying her face into the fabric of Guy's pants, trying to seem as small as possible to her aggressor. "I'm begging you, please, don't let him kill me, don't let him kill me, I don't want to be like them..."

The group was at an impasse, the tension rising steadily as the armless man kept his revolver level with the woman's head, waiting for the moment where he'd have a clear shot at the pathetic creature trying desperately to hide herself behind a young man, almost like a starved animal faced with execution by a predator of much greater strength and size. 

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While the group was faced with their impending choice, Bethany was still in a predicament. She had been haunted by the policeman's words, but she soon stirred within her that rousing spirit for news, that fiery quest for truth. Why had he threatened her? What was going on inside that hospital? All these questions and more she would answer, but first things first, she needed to get out of the car. Normally, this would be an easy scenario, but Bethany was truly a special case on Mars. Whilst the entire population was registered as being Stand users, it would not be uncommon to think that every once in a while, a few individuals would fall through the cracks and end up in a world where they were an unspoken minority. In other words, a few citizens of the red planet did not possess a Stand; Bethany was one of these individuals. Whether it had been her hard nosed determinism or simply her knack for pissing off the wrong people, Bethany had snooped into one story too many and had been shipped off to Mars for her stories against the practices of certain UN affiliated organizations. A supporter of freedom of the press, Bethany had to be silenced, and the only way to ensure her words would never reach the public was to send her to Mars to be forgotten along with the other "dangerous" members of society. What she lacked in a Stand, however, she more than made up with her mind.

She searched every inch of the car, looking high and low, in between the cushions and the doors, before finding what she was looking for, in the glove box of all places (sure she could have started there, but being a journalist meant looking in the never thought of spots first); a spark plug. She took a glance out the driver side window to see Lars going over the mission briefing with four of his men, and somehow Bethany figured they wouldn't be much help to those kids inside. She looked back to her spark plug, breaking the small object and collecting the bits of porcelain in her hand. Bethany looked back to Lars, keeping track of the police officer (or so he claims) as he goes over the mission briefing. She grinned inwardly as she gazed back at the small porcelain shards.

 Oh buddy, if you thought I was a pain in the ass before, just you wait and see...

[RockyRaccoon]

Kyle looked back and forth between the man and the woman. There was no possible way they could be alive! He saw it! He saw that nasty Cronenberg monster not too earlier and now they’re faced with this. It couldn’t be a coincidence “S-Stop! Put that gun down! I-I-I-I need to think! Shit!” He put his hands over his head with frustration. “I’ve seen all kinds of stands and I suppose it is possible for someone to have a stand like that but…I saw you get shot! You were shot in the head! How could you possibly survive that?!” With an exaggerated motion, he points right at the armless man.

“And what happened with your arm?! Nico! Bino! Everyone! Get away from both of them! I don’t— I don’t trust either of them! We all saw them die!” tears began to produce from his eyes “God dammit! I saw them die! Taxman…It gives me really good vision and I saw it! I saw the bullet exit both their brains! I saw the blood spray onto the floor! and most of all, I saw their helpless and terrified faces as their lifeless bodies fell to the floor. Each one crying as they touched the ground I don’t know what the hell made that Cronenberg Monster but I sure as hell know that this has to be connected!” Tears fell from his eyes as he spoke, emotion was flowing through him as he remembered watching helplessly as the innocent woman and man were shot dead.

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Luckily, the red man had not killed her, but he certainly wanted to kill that lady. Nico trusted the man more than anyone else, outside the group she'd arrived in the hospital with, and yet his iron determination - not to mention the lady's pitifulness, like a weak cornered animal - gave her pause. 

"Oh, Kyle," she mumbled, continuing to chew her lip indecisively. At an attempt at comfort she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Listen. Whatever you saw happen to that guy... he's okay now, yeah? Coulda shot me when I dressed his wounds, but he didn't now, did he? There's... probably a reason for him having survived that headshot. Definitely. Um. Maybe some kind of... miracle... and I mean, he looks almost dead as it is. Didn't exactly escape unscathed."

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, agitated by the sudden rise in tension in the room. "I'm just banking on the fact that he looks like, you know, not a dead body, unlike that lady there." Nico attempted to steer Kyle away, "Come on. Look away if ya have to. Let him shoot." It was for the greater good. 

[MrDandy]

Guy had been helping the woman down the hall when they ran into the other group. The young man didn't even have time to open his mouth as screaming shocked him into silence. A man with a gun, coated in scarlet. Guy's stomach heaved and he almost doubled over for just an instant. "Ugh why does there have to be blood everywhere..." He muttered, trying to collect himself. It wasn't until the woman grabbed his leg that he was able to speak again.

"Woah woah hey easy there," He tried to comfort, almost falling over from the sudden weight. He didn't even know what they were talking about that made her sob like that. Nico finally finished speaking, and Guy's eyes fell upon the gun in hand. "Woah woah woah! No one is shooting anyone thank you!" For just a moment panic flared in him and his ports lit up violet. But it quickly faded. Guy even smiled just a little. After getting trapped in a giant robot, fighting the most terrifying stand he had ever heard of, and learning how to fly, the normalcy of a Mexican standoff was something of a relief.

Gently and slowly he extended his hands towards the man, palms up in a placating gesture. "Hey, it's okay, listen. From the outside we saw another stand, a third party. There's a really really good chance that it's neither you, nor this woman that's messing with each other. I think someone's playing us for the fools. She has a stand power that lets her heal, but you're hurt really badly." Steadily, Guy positioned himself between the woman and the gun. It was funny, he thought, his heart wasn't beating nearly as fast as he expected. "Damn, you're almost cool." He thought to himself.

Turning to the woman, he softly stroked her hair. "It's okay ma'am, no one's going to hurt you..." Better safe than sorry though. "But I'm gonna have to ask you to let go of me. Just take a few steps back, I'll stay between the two of you okay?" His ports glowed faintly, and the little astronaut floated up beside him. "This is my stand, it lets me control gravity. Though I doubt it's the case, if one of you isn't who you say you are, I'm strong enough to keep y'all separated. So it's okay, everyone's safe alright? The exit's close by, we're gonna stand up and walk calmly to it. Y'all will be home soon, I promise."

[killeroftheminge]

That was it. The man's arm kept trembling, any second now his rage would no longer sustain him and he'd be far too weak to even hold up a cold steel shooter. The time was now. He took a deep breath and, without warning, fired a round at the girl. She thought she could hide behind that young boy, get away from his fury? She had another thing coming.

The shot went off, sounding like a miniature explosion within the stone hallway, and tore through Guy's leg before fully impacting with the Pale Woman's face. Her neck jerks backwards from the impact, a thin crack, somewhat like a candy bar being torn in half. The woman's eyes instantly lost any light that they previously had, that flicker and fear ebbing away as blood began to pour down her face. Not as much as one might expect, but bright red streams ran down her porcelain face, piling up in the cleft of her lip before pouring steadily into her vacant mouth, a waterfall of blood cascading between her two thin, dark lips. She slumped over, life seeming to drain away as her body went limp, and her vacant stare fell onto Nico, eyes interlocking and a certain understanding passing between the eyes of a dead woman and a frightened young girl. This was no game. The fun of haunted pizzas and rock paper scissor kids was over; this was reality. Harsh, cold, empty reality.

Blood spurted from Guy's wound as the young man fell to the ground. The bullet hadn't pierced any bone, thankfully; it was a clean shot through and through. However, that did little consolation to the rebel crying out in pain on the floor. The armless man lowered his gun, smoke pouring from the barrel and curling into the air, spreading and billowing before reaching the ceiling where it bunched and curled along with the stone surface.

"There, now you don't have to choose. You punks don't have to come with me, but there's still a little girl to save," and with that, he turned, limping towards the stairs as he made his way to the 11th floor.

[RockyRaccoon]

Everything went silent. The one armed man shot his bullet right through Guy's body and into the woman's neck causing her to fall onto the floor completely devoid of life. The tears in Kyle's eyes were far more vibrant before and he looked at the one armed man with pure rage. His eyes turned red as his passion quickly turned into rage. "Y-YOU BASTARD! I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING YOU IDIOT!!!" Taxman bursted from behind his shoulders and it stretched its arms and grabbed the man by his shoulders.

Kyle shuttered as he held onto the man's one good arm, he was so furious he could barely speak "Y-You monster...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!" He then swiftly made his way to the man and punched him straight across the face. His tears fell to the floor, he wiped his eyes before speaking "I-I don't know who the hell you are or what the hell you are. All I know is you just shot one of us just to kill that woman. I dont trust you" he intensely stares at him with a stern looking face all the while shaking profusely from what had just happened.

He then quietly began to walk up the stairs to the eleventh floor "If you really are a regular human then just stay here. If not then follow us if you want but just know that if you do...I'm going to personally kill you." He looks back at the one armed man threatingly almost as if he wanted to kill him right now. "Nico, go fix guy up. We need to save a little girl"

[killeroftheminge]

"Kid, you don't scare me. I did you all a favor, that Thing wa-" he started, before a hard punch cracked across his face, throwing him to the floor and having him stumble down the stairs, falling onto his behind. His face stares up at the man standing on the steps, before his eyes widen. That kid, he...wait, was he...

"Wait a minute...Taxman...are you the...are you the kid that almost got me killed?!" He roared, getting to his feet as his body shook, not with exhaustion but with pure unbridled rage. His eyes began to glow yellow as a black Stand appeared behind him, one with eyes that mirrored the armless man. The Stand was sickening to look at, it's chest opened wide to reveal a deep gash with ribs pointed like teeth within. As a matter of fact, the Stand...it was the same Stand that had saved the little girl! 

"I'd be dead if it wasn't for this Stand of mine, same for that little girl! Now she's stuck somewhere in this hospital, with some maniac and his monsters running around, and it's all your fault!" He shouted, spit flying from his mouth as his face turned a deep crimson. He pushed his finger into Kyle's chest, before grabbing his shirt and bringing him to eye level with him. 

"WHY DID YOU FIRE THAT LIGHT?? IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU THIS NIGHTMARE WOULD BE OVER!! YOU'LL KILL ME?! YOU ALMOST DID, YOU SHIT!!" The man foamed and raved before he threw Kyle back to the others, his Stand sent into spasms as he gazed down at Kyle, the shadows of the hall leaving his face obscured, save for his two piercing yellow eyes. 

"Your actions left a little girl on her own, and nearly got me killed by that madman. If anyone's a monster here, it's you! Maybe I should be terrified of you, you're just a selfish punk trying to be something you'll never be: a hero. Throwing people's lives at risk just so that you can feel good about yourself, so that you can sleep happy at night knowing people saw you be a hero. Would you have shot that beam if your little friends here weren't watching? Would you have almost gotten me killed if you didn't have an audience outside?!" He screamed, turning his back on the group as he walked up the stairs, stopping for a moment for one last thought.

"You're the worst kind of person; you don't care what happens to others, you only care about how a good deed will make you look, how it'll make you feel. You're pathetic." The man stomped up the stairs, heading for the 11th floor to save a precious life.

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Solomon's eyes brighten as he watches the display on the second floor, reaching out to caress the monitor as it closes in on Kyle's tear stained face. 

"Always wanting to be the hero, to make a difference. It's a noble cause, but are you in it for the right reasons, I wonder? I don't think you are, but that's okay. Mistakes are made in this world, where we're all divided and wandering aimlessly through our lives, seeking some sort of goal or purpose. It's pointless now, I know, but trust me, you'll find that when we are bound together in the dirt, within Enter Sandman, we truly have a goal worthy of our stature as human beings. At the end of our mortality, our true journey begins, because we all are in it together, and we all must come together to achieve it. Noone reaches the goal before anyone else, and noone can reach the goal without anyone else. That's the beauty of my gift, to unite us all in the one thing that we all share, in the one cord that connects us all: death. You can be a hero, my friend; you'll be able to achieve that ultimate goal once you Enter Sandman..." 

Solomon has tears of his own fall down his pale face, quiet chuckles accompanying them as he thinks on about the true majesty of Enter Sandman. Our journeys are pointless now, but in Death, we gain a new purpose far beyond anything we could comprehend. A small tendril wipes away the tears from Solomon's face, the man closing his eyes as he caresses it with his face. Slowly, more tendrils wrap around his face, fingers growing out of them as they brush his hair and glide over his features. His smile widens as he feels fingers form out of fingers, flesh giving way to more flesh that bubbles and surges forward, a low rumbling heard in response to the new form growing around him. 

"Soon, Mother, you will be able to do your part...you must have patience..."
    

[RockyRaccoon]

Kyle was now bewildered. He didn’t understand what this man was, and if he was right or wrong any longer. One thing was for sure though, he was angered and he was angered badly. He ran right back up the stairs up to the man with one arm then pulled him from his shoulder once again. He gave the man an intense and almost menacing stare “If you really think I’m the monster you say I am then doesn’t that mean you should be afraid of me? I’ve been seeing some real interesting stuff today, but frankly right now you’re the most disgusting thing here. If I’m wrong then I apologize, but if for even a second I feel as though you’re lying then I will kill you” He kept a tight hold of the man’s shoulders, tightening his grip more and more as each second passed. He was clearly not afraid at all of this man nor of his stand, it was almost as if he didn’t even care what would happen. “You shot my friend right there. That means that slugger punch across your face was well deserved and there’s many, many, many more where that came from. He pressed onto the man’s wounds with his hand as he grew more and more angry “Now lead the way, you dirty piece of shit” he said before pushing him up the stairs and staying merely a few cm away.

[killeroftheminge]

"Deflection? Typical in a piece of shit that doesn't want to admit his own shortcomings," the man shot back, this time his Stand picking Kyle up by his shirt. Kyle was face to face with the creature's maw, taking in the horrible smell as entrails writhed within, and a steady heartbeat was heard, most likely hidden behind the garden of pulsating organs, slowly bobbing within the chest cavity of the armless man's Stand. 

"You ain't coming with me, not after what you did to me. Now, do me a favor, and get the hell out of here. Wouldn't want you killing your friends playing 'hero'," and with that, the armless man throws Kyle down the stairs and into the wall of the hallway, knocking the wind out of him and preventing him from moving for a bit. The armless man takes one last look at the man, sneering before he rushes up the stairs and onwards, disappearing from sight.