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A bright, alarming blue portal appeared against the fartherest wall. This portal caused Jake to jump into a battle stance. His eyes stayed ontop the portal to see what kind of person it'll reveal. He wasn't nessessarily ready for this showdown. Jake muttered a few words of assurance to himself, attempting to increase his morale. "It's okay, Jake. You can do this."

Jake didn't really expect someone as... menacing! The convict's body was covered in a typical orange jumpsuit. Everything else was a different story. The jumpsuit seemed to be the only thing calm about this guy. His body was completely bulky and enormous. His appearance made a impression that he was probably stronger than Mr.Russo! Jake examined his height and weight. He compared it to War's, and the huge difference caused Jake to shiver. The convict obviously towered over War and possibly his weight.

The convict stood, greasy dreadlocks covering his face, grizzly hair scrambled on his gigantic fists. He wasn't provoked by any of the immediate stares. Jake elevated his foot to begin the rush. He stopped once he heard a ghostly shout.

"Hold it!" The convict's voice sounded like a dying old man. His voice can be described mostly being chilling and uncomfortable. "I can smell all you! Your blood gives me childish shrieks. Oh, how I CRAVE for your the juicy liquid swirling around your bodies. I'll have the pleasure to slurp it all... once I snap all your fragile necks! I can't wait for that beautiful sound to awaken my ears! The sweet crack and the pleasant shutting of the eyes!" The convict breathed most of these words. He constantly huffed for oxygen as if he just announced an hour speech.

Jake concentrated his eyes onto the man. He kept his eyes around his facial area, trying to peek at his face that hid behind his dreadlocks. Jake gasped accidently when his hair moved slightly. The man's lips were sewed tightly. His lips had been tightly shut the whole time! Jake couldn't take the sight of this and demanded for an answer. "How the hell are you talking!?"

The convict strangely laughed through his sewed lips. The laughs were muffled like his past words should have. The convict calmly stuffed his hand through the pocket protector on his jumpsuit. He pulled a rather odd voodoo head. The voodoo head gave off a frightening energy. The head looked anicent and dirty, being stained with mud marks. The convict held the voodoo head by it's blonde braid that might've darken throughout it's ages. Jake prepared the worst inferencing why the voodoo head would be pulled out. "NO." Jake nodded his head in disagreement.

"Do you not believe in me?" The voodoo head's lips moved in a slow motion. Jake could sense as if time paused mostly so everyone can take a moment to inhale this insanity. The voodoo head exhaled some air after the few words. His button eyes moved across the room.