Blood Bath (Open)

The fact that Black Jack Spade was the first number in Logan Thornton's cellphone had once been a discussion of hilarity among the two. Now, a rather nervous relief worker who was helping clean up the mess that had occurred hours after the bomb that had gone off was pressing the buttons of the somehow in tract phone and listening into the phone. Black Jack Spade, who had been up north for the events that had transpired in the north and was actually in a hotel in Sonata City, picked up the phone from his bedside and set it to his ear not bothering to look at who it was. " Yahllo?" he asked, yet as the quiet voice of the relief worker began to speak, what had once been a light if tired expression on BJ's face slowly hardened. "Who is this?" he snapped. A name was given followed by words of question. "He's my friend," was an answer. "What do you mean..." was the question, and information was given. Slowly, Black Jack Spade set down the phone.

For all the chaos that was now stirring in Black Jack's mind as voices rambled and talked, the purple haired man simply sat there in his bed with a dead look on his face. He... felt... dead. BJ... Third started but fell silent realizing that any rational condolence wasn't going to work. Casanova was sobbing and screaming out indiscernible words. All but Ripper was silent. In another second, Jack had sat forwards and capped a hand to his mouth as vomit threatened to spew forth. Forcing himself up off the bed, the purple haired man rushed suddenly to the bathroom, and the coughing suffering sounds of regurgitation echoed off the white bathroom tile. Vibrating softly after he had finished, Jack pulled at the leaver that rushed his stomach down the toilet before the purple haired man slid sideways and lay on the wall. L-L-Logan.... Jack's mind whispered causing the other voices to fall silent. Slowly, tears began to spill down BJ's cheeks. "Logan....Logan....Lo-...." Jack couldn't finish before he found himself curling up into a ball. A wailing, sobbing sound echoed and vibrated off the walls.

This was how it was.... for nearly a solid hour.

BJ....we need to check on the lockers... Third's cold, logical voice was enough to cause BJ to physically fidget. Lockers? Oh... the ones in central capital... the ones ... that were in the commercial district.... Jack's throat ached, and his eyes burned, but somehow this excuse was cold enough to make him think again, somehow. "Logan.... I'm coming..." Jack whispered after a moment. That is not what I meant.... Third sighed coldly, but honestly he was glad BJ was moving... If their purple haired host were to give up living, it would be life threatening for them all. Slowly forcing himself up, Jack but using the weight of the wall, Jack slowly started to walk forwards despite the weakness in his body.

He thought to take a shower and clean his face up, but this was thrown out the window. He dressed quickly. He didn't eat. Food was appalling at the moment. He left the hotel, went to a pokemon center, retrieved Alec, his shiny Gardevoir, and then began to long trek of teleporting multiple times all the way down to the capital. Upon coming into the grounds of said capital, Jack returned the now exhausted Gardevoir and began to walk towards it. The damn Eran Emporium which was close to one of the lockers that had been destroyed during the explosion. He walked all the way there without a word, yet just as he came to the rubble, he made a turn and started towards the bunk of sorts. Just as he got there, he saw that the door had been blasted inwards and the entire thing had collapsed. However, right in front... was Logan Thornton's body, carefully placed there after having been moved out from the wreckage.

Blood coated pale skin, but the worst of it seemed to be from a head bash that had long sine stopped bleeding. Someone had already done the honor of closing Logan's eyes, and he actually appeared almost peaceful there....

At first, Jack couldn't move. He simply stood there staring and not believing. Yet in another second, his body lurched forwards, and Jack found himself racing towards Logan before quickly seizing him. "LOGAN! LOGAN!.... LOGAN!" he shouted each time, yet he already knew he wouldn't receive an answer. This logic didn't stop him from trying. "LOGAN... Please... please... wake up... Logan... please...." Jack begged. For all the tears he had already spilled, more were coming form him. Shoulders shook, and Logan's body slid a little in Jack's arms which only caused BJ to freeze and quickly seize him again. "Logan.. you have to wake up... Your sisters need you don't they?" he begged quietly before falling silent upon not receiving any answer.

He didn't speak after that... simply mourned as the chorus of voices in his head gave comments here and there. Somewhere in this, Jack slowly sank into himself. His mind receded away and refused to speak to anyone. I can't believe left us like this.... Ripper spoke with a good deal of confusion for a moment. He didn't mean Logan. He meant their host... who was now far from the forefront of the thoughts. It's like.. .he just abandoned the body....

Can you blame him, really? Third asked. We are him, after all...

I am not him... Ripper hissed viciously. And if he's so weak to leave his body up for grabs, then fuck I'm going for it... In another moment, Ripper was pushing forwards into control.

Ripper! Stop God damn it! Third roared, but before he could do anything, Ripper slowly opened his eyes. A cold smirk placed itself on Ripper's features. It had been forever since he had the body, that one time being long ago and only for a short duration. Having sensation again... was interesting, heh.

"Well damn Logan... He wouldn't have given up without a fight if ya hadn't died... for that... I won't maim your corpse," Ripper smirked slowly picking up Logan and setting the body down on the street again. "But... now it's time to have some fun..." he laughed as a psychotic look flickered in once familiar purple eyes. Slowly pulling a few knives, Ripper went to work.

He walked calmly, as though he were simply surveying the wreckage, yet as he caught sight of the first actually people amongst the rubble, people who were trying to help a beat up looking few, Ripper slowly broke into a huge grin. "Well...hello there..." he smiled before suddenly rushing forwards knives in hands.

The people didn't know what hit them, and Ripper tore them down with fast strokes watching as blood spewed from well placed cuts on the jugular veins. A hysterical screech echoed out into the air, and several weaker cries followed. He mowed them down, and as new corpses now lay in the rubble, Ripper smirked leaning downwards for a brief moment to take a minute and survey the humans he had just chopped like wood. "Mmmm....." he hummed softly before standing straight up again. Holding up one of the knives he had used, Ripper slowly brought his tongue to the metal tasting the metallic mix of blood. This was good... oh soooooooo good.

He wanted more.

"Hey! You! What do you think you're doing?!" a voice shouted, and slowly, a narrowed purple eye slid sideways and stared towards a rather fearful startled man who was running towards him. "Did you just..."

"Oh hi....come to die too?" Ripper cooed softly before suddenly rushing at the man in question. "Here... I'll help..."

Meanwhile, BJ had gone to sleep.... all that he was, was floating in the abyss of nothingness now... It... felt better to sleep.... better... to sleep......