Meeting the Maker

Well, these two look promising.
But only one has a real soul. Some faces cackled, some faces groaned. [/color]
Shouldn't we take it anyways? Who knows when HE will wake up.
THE NAME! DON'T say the name of that accursed brat.
The mottled body of James Wake, turned to Matt Lestrange, the boy's old teacher, and tried to sloppily smack it's lips. It failed miserably, but the faces stetched and crawled to look upon the man.
It launched itself straight at the man, James' maw stretched open, as if threatening to eat him.
But was the distraction. As it took a step in front of Matt, it spun around and struck at Ne'os.

Within his own mind, James watched his arm get slicing over and over. So much blood. So much pain. It felt like skin was crawling. He fought against the urges, tried to see this dream through to the end. Just like every other nightmare, he would accept the dream and allow him to adapt and grow. But this was inescapable. But someone began to clutch at his hand. Some wandering spirit, he assumed, as it was just a dream. But it began to nudge, pull and fight to bring him back.

Ne'Os dodged the attack and flicked his wand at James sending a stunning spell at him.

[I have no idea where you guys are so I'll just go with this]

Danny ran quickly then slid toward Matt trying to keep low away from James. On one knee he aimed Death's Hand through the iron sights and then looked towards Matt. "So what did I miss?" he asked slyly

"What, you think that just because we have a body we can not use it?" One face mocked as the body shuddered beneath the blow, which only slowed him down. The spell would have severed James ability to control his body even more, and the souls now began to laugh in unison. James' body lunged itself at Ne'os Emof, another, spindly arm forming at his side. The souls that formed it began to bubbled along the arm creating a very real, flesh-like arm. It tried a number of combinations, from a number of martial arts. It first attempted to kick Ne'os in the stomach, and should he block it, he would simply use the imbalance cause by a simple block, and twist the torso, aiming a second kick to his head.

Within his own mind, James was being pulled along by the stray spirit. It was pretty apparent that they were not about go anywhere fast. It seemed that the spirit was as lost as he was. For some reason, James felt more sorry for it than he did for himself. After all, the foolish being was trying to help him out of his own mind. Did it know how futile it was to fight one's own fate? James never enjoyed the prospect of death, but he never really gave much heed.

Ne'Os jumped back over the pit of lava where he floated he floated back out of the range of James he aimed the elder wand square at his forhead still out of range Of any of james attacks without a wand "Imperio" he said.

[So wait, you're being possed now by magical things or just spirits in general? Cause I want my bullet to have SOME effect on this thing]

Danny lunged to the left narrowly missing the creature. He tried to get his bearing, his adrenaline pumping hard through his veins. "What the hell is that thing?!" he yelled firing more Anti-Magic rounds at it's torso. He then prepared himself for an attack

"Its James hes under a cursed nightmare the spirits inhabiting his body have broken out" he said.

"Perfect!" he yelled angrily and began firing again, but switched to the Siren. He didn't want to overheat like last time. As he fired the Anti-Magic bullets at James, he slowly back up until he stopped momentarily. He must've backed up into death

Death was speechless. "JAMES WAKE! HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A HORRIBLE THING! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!" He roared as he grabbed his scythe with both hands. Death started to walk slowly towards the Hybrid version of james