[spoiler]This is a sorta graphic bit of work so those who dislike blood, gust, and gory glory may wanna find something else[/spoiler] A pack of five guards raced after the figure at full speed. They barely kept up with his silent footsteps as he darted back to the prison cell main door. The main guard shouted through her radio. "We are in pursuit of the assailant. He's heading for the cells once more. Request medical and back up near Elders lesser office. Repeat, send back up and medical aid immediatly." A static voice replied "Roger that. Over and out." The guard pocketed the radio. "Alright boys we have some hunting to do!" She quickened her pace as the figure rounded the corner back to the cell gates. "Be ready to shut the door behind us! We will stop this maniac at all cost." As they rounded the corner, they found the figure sprinting towards them. Before they could open fire, he slammed into the group, knocking three over. He then shoved the main guard into a wall and jabbed his bladed bow into the final guard, who collapsed, dead on the spot. He dissolved into black mist as he ducked into the main guard once more and sprinted back towards the cells. The main guard coughed and shot a few pot shots in his direction, which missed. She cursed and yelled at her toppled comrades. "Get up you lousy pieces of s***! He's getting away!" She sprinted past the dead guard and the bloody stains on the wall, deeper into the prison. The other guards followed in tow. They followed the figure past rows of cells. He was laughing and taunting them. "You should catch me before I count to thirty! One, two, three, four!..." Without his singsongy voice, they would have had trouble finding him in the now dark corridors of the hallways. They soon found him at a dead end, facing them. "... Twenty-eight, twenty nine...." The main guard aimed her sidearm at the figure. "Don't you move or dare speak, you bastard!" The figure fell silent. He slowly lifted his hands in mock surrender. He grinned from under his mask. "You took to long..." "I SAID CLAM IT! OR I'LL..." "Say hi to my Silent Friend for me." He said as he fell backwards and dissapeared into his shadow. The other guards gasped and looked around. The main guard stomped her foot. "FIND HIM!!" One of the guards turned to look at her and his face went pale. "U... um...b... boss?!..." "What d****it?!" She barked. He pointed to the floor infront of her. She looked. Her shadow had split into two and the second had three red eyes and was darker. It hissed evilly and slowly peeled off the floor, reaching a now 3D hand towards her. She paled and shot the thing reaching for her. It shrugged off the bullets as it grabbed her shoulders and pulled itself up. It's head grew a dim blue and flared. The guards began to freak as the shadow screamed in agony and exploded in a fury of cursed death, consuming them all to mere char and ash. The guard who lost his jaw was leaning against the wall of the office, watching his shadow grow larger and jitter. The others never noticed as they tried to patch him up. He stared at the shadow as it produced three red eyes. Instead of exploding like it's counterpart, the figure fell from the shadow and landed on his feet. He watched the guards as they stared at him in utter shock. He chuckled and unclasped his blades. "Shadows are good Friends aren't they?" He decapitated the two guards treating the jawless one and grabbed him by the throat. He dragged him outside the office and slammed him to the wall. The guard clenched his side as the figure leaned in close. "You see? We don't like it when you mess with us. You should have complied and listened to me. Now you are responsible for every. Single. Death we perform tonight. I hope you feel happy... Cause we will." He grinned and stomped on the guards bones except for his right forearm and hand. The sickening crack each bone caused the guard to lurch in pain. The figure the grabbed a helmet and tampered with it. He placed it over the guards face and turned the surveillance view on, to allow him to watch. He also placed a sidearm somewhat near the guard but just out of reach, so he would have to squirm in pain to get it. He then walked away. He twitched and jittered slightly like his half shadow and walked towards his prey to begin the onslaught. https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/153431015/0/0 link to part 3 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/169620155/0/0 link to part 5