The streets were quiet that night, as a certain brown-haired man covered in blood walked through the dark alleyways, out of anyone's sight. He chuckled to himself as he thought, skillfully twirling the knife in his hand as he walked along.

He knew he was getting stronger. He had taken over Ghost's body far longer this time than he could ever manage before, without feeling his exhaustion catch up to him. He knew Ghost would definitely feel it once he was in control, but Jimmy didn't have to worry about that. Ghost was almost broken, he would soon have full control over him.

Once he had full control, nothing would hold him back.

Have a third update, cause I'm bored and got nothing else to do. And I'm almost finished writing this story and I'm really ready for it to be over with and uploaded tbh.

Hope you enjoyed. Bye!-Bob