Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-25038310-20150717215844

Scav sat on the bed, his face buried in his palms as he slowly cocked his head back and forth for a small amount of time, trying to gather his thoughts and sanity as the figures in the corner of the room resembling Jordan slowly approached him. When he looked up he noticed he was surrounded by the same person.

Except, Jordan had a long cut wound that went from the side of his left hip to his throat, exposing all the internal organs as he started bleeding out. Jordan - or Jordans, simply looked down on the man as they all chuckled, grinning at each other.

It was a hellish torment as the figures did nothing else but chuckle. Chukle. Laugh. Snicker. Cry. Their moods changed constantly, until they all started breathing heavily after a while and their curled lips turned into a gruff appearance and their pupils followed Scav's every movement. Rage.

Scav looked at all of them, before he started fighting for his life as they all grabbed his throat and started violently choking him, forcing him against the wall. While his lips started becoming purple as Jordans' faces grinned at him, he suddenly woke up.

'Woke up' was an overstatement. It wasn't a dream. He had been chocked, but by none other than himself. He looked down as he noticed his own hands wrapped around his throat while he still sat on the bed. He slowly let go of it, which opened his airways and made him draw breath. He fell on his knees right next to his bed.

A soft and familiar laughing could be heard from a shadowy corner of the room, which eventually dissapeared completely. Jordan was gone. For now.