What a coincidence; the boy did possess green eyes. And here he was about to settle for blue. It must have been his lucky day. Or as close to a lucky day as it could be considering there were still a large majority of things that had yet to go his way with Matt. Not that it was discouraging him or anything, because in the end he knew he would crack the code. Each time he was receiving more and more hints, learning more and more... And taking to all to long to achieve his goal. Seriously. This wasn't like him, this was weak.
Drawing back at the teenagers angered reaction, the ghost looked slightly startled. He was really pushin' those buttons, forcing them down as far as they would go to the point it had lead Matt to a state of zero tolerance for such hogwash. If Betelguese didn't cut to the chase, he would leaving any minute. -or so he thought.
Here the boy thought he was in control. Like he had a choice. There was a laugh. Clearly he had underestimated the Bio-Exorcist, for he held every card in his hand and ultimately decided what was to happen. Everything was just where he wanted: it was Showtime.
Suddenly rising from his seat, he sent the chair flying backward and into another table. The floor began to rumble upon impact, shake with every step took by the pale being as he approached the boy. The lights grew bright, as if suddenly receiving a capacity far to great for the bulbs causing them to burst. Pictures that once hung from the walls of the cafe fell to the floor from the continues shaking beneath Matt's feet as the screams of the citizen rushing out of the restaurant filled his ears.
"Wither or not you'll be leaving isn't a choice you get." the ghost growled, towering over teenager as chains wrapped themselves around the boy preventing him from moving from his seat. They hissed almost snake like, tightening their hold of him while the twisted demon threw back his head screaming wildly in laughter.
Reality continued to slip lose, a new world revealing itself as the colour melted from the walls forming paint like puddles around them. The furniture followed, bowing in the most unnatural of fashions.
Taking grasp of the chains imprisoning Matt, Betelguese lifted him up off the floor through a display of great strength. His expression all the more wicked then ever. He was an absolute lunatic. A lunatic whom at this point held the teenager up at least twenty feet in the air by levitating. He was shaken about violently before the ghost threw himself forward, slamming his scull against the teenagers. His hand forcefully clutched the boys head, fingernails digging into his scalp as his cold, black eyes stared through the lenses shielding the eyes of his victim hungrily.
"If you want to leave here, I'll have to take your life to do so!" the deceased being explained all to cheerfully through perhaps the most chilling of tones. His hand, still grasping the chains, poked over the boys chest where his heart lay longingly. Now, he was being serious.
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Drawing back at the teenagers angered reaction, the ghost looked slightly startled. He was really pushin' those buttons, forcing them down as far as they would go to the point it had lead Matt to a state of zero tolerance for such hogwash. If Betelguese didn't cut to the chase, he would leaving any minute. -or so he thought.
Here the boy thought he was in control. Like he had a choice. There was a laugh. Clearly he had underestimated the Bio-Exorcist, for he held every card in his hand and ultimately decided what was to happen. Everything was just where he wanted: it was Showtime.
Suddenly rising from his seat, he sent the chair flying backward and into another table. The floor began to rumble upon impact, shake with every step took by the pale being as he approached the boy. The lights grew bright, as if suddenly receiving a capacity far to great for the bulbs causing them to burst. Pictures that once hung from the walls of the cafe fell to the floor from the continues shaking beneath Matt's feet as the screams of the citizen rushing out of the restaurant filled his ears.
"Wither or not you'll be leaving isn't a choice you get." the ghost growled, towering over teenager as chains wrapped themselves around the boy preventing him from moving from his seat. They hissed almost snake like, tightening their hold of him while the twisted demon threw back his head screaming wildly in laughter.
Reality continued to slip lose, a new world revealing itself as the colour melted from the walls forming paint like puddles around them. The furniture followed, bowing in the most unnatural of fashions.
Taking grasp of the chains imprisoning Matt, Betelguese lifted him up off the floor through a display of great strength. His expression all the more wicked then ever. He was an absolute lunatic. A lunatic whom at this point held the teenager up at least twenty feet in the air by levitating. He was shaken about violently before the ghost threw himself forward, slamming his scull against the teenagers. His hand forcefully clutched the boys head, fingernails digging into his scalp as his cold, black eyes stared through the lenses shielding the eyes of his victim hungrily.
"If you want to leave here, I'll have to take your life to do so!" the deceased being explained all to cheerfully through perhaps the most chilling of tones. His hand, still grasping the chains, poked over the boys chest where his heart lay longingly. Now, he was being serious.