The creatures cackled over and over, their eyes glowing bright blue. Everything below their neck shimmered like the figures, blowing like smoke. Their cackling slowly developed into slurred chanting, their voices layering over each other to create a mass of noise. The middle creature, who had Dan's head, screeched "Nothing". Filip's head returned "Shadows" and Phil's taunted "Fear". Phil, his eyes full of complete terror, turned away in an attempt to block whatever sound he could. But, instead of calming, he screamed at the sight of seven figures making their way towards the whole group. The group split, some could not tear their eyes away from the horrific sight of the mutated creatures, the other could not stop screaming at the figures. The seven figures began to merge, their bodies both colliding and dissolving into one another to form a whirlwind of thick grey smoke. Instead of spinning and sucking downwards, it span up into the creatures who sucked it in eagerly through their nostrils. Their eyes flashed silver, then they each sighed in pure pleasure. The creature who was adorned with Joe's head sighed the hardest and the longest, his eyes took the most time to change back to the original deep blue. Then, as the group watched in horror, he dived towards Joe's face. The legs, suddenly solid and shiny, attached themselves to his face, pushing into his nose and mouth. He screamed, though it was muffled, as the body sat exactly over his mouth. Joe's eyes widened in panic as the creature clicked his neck, as if to prepare himself for a battle. Then, it plunged it's head into Joe's and the last sound that he made was a suppressed shriek. Then his body began to grow, then shrink, his arms and legs flexed as if getting used to a coat, or skin. Then, he grinned. "Well. You humans do seem to restrict your capabilities. Your brain has so much..." His mouth widened, his teeth were unnaturally white "potential." He ran his tongue over his pearly whites, his eyes expanding in his sockets. "But then there is a weakness. You have such a terrible, useless weakness." Prowling around each and everyone of them, he stopped in front of Filip. The only way to tell the two apart was the fact Filip's face was registered with complete and utter revulsion, Joe's filled with conceited superiority. "Do you know what that is, Filip?" He jeered his name, his face coming closer and closer to his brothers. "How did you know my name?" He whispered, his expression unchanged. "My..." He twisted his neck personality and charisma may have changed..." His voice slurred. "but I have the memories you have. And so much more." Filip could not bring himself to say anything. "Aaah yes." Joe flexed his neck once more. "Where was I... ahhh... do you know the weakness?" He whispered in his brother's ear, causing him to flinch and recoil away. "You all have emotion." He exclaimed to the whole group, who were as still as Filip, so unsure as to what to do or say. Joe prowled around once more, his eyes blazing and his neck twisted over and over, right and left, proving the fact he was no longer human. "How do you feel about it? Phil?" He jeered, his face just as close to his as it was to Filip's. "How does it feel?" Phil spat, spat straight into Joe's wide and gleaming eyes. Joe reacted by simply thrusting his hand around Phil's neck and throwing him up into the air, as if he weighed but a feather. "Any one else want to disrespect me?" He shouted, his face growing in size, his body doubling so every person had a warped Joe figure in front of them. "ANYONE?" He screeched. Dan walked carefully around his blocker, and up to the 'real' Joe. He smiled sweetly and said, his voice surprisingly innocent and polite "Well, why the fuck not?" With that, he punched Joe in the stomach. Dan reeled, his fist covered in blood, his wrist bent. He moaned as he tried to move his fingers, his hand in agony. "Want to rethink that.. foolish situation from just then?" Joe smiled just as sickly as Dan had done, and grabbed his fist in both hands. Twisting, he slowly brought his hands together, the whole room was filled with a crushing sound. Phil, who was recovering from his fall, heard this and winced. Slowly making his way to his feet, he looked over to Dan, to see if he was in the pain they all expected him to be. Dan was smiling, smiling like a clown in a circus. It was horrific, the smile was so fake, plastered on his face. His eyes were full of fright, full of inescapable pain. Joe took his hands away, revealing Dan's fist to be back to his original shape. His smile dropped, his face returning to his natural expression - which, unfortunately, in this incident is fear - he spat "Isn't that emotion you just showed there?" Joe laughed and said quietly, though it echoed and bounced off every wall "Not quite. I simply passed on your... fault... to someone else." Confused, Dan looked around the room, his eyes falling upon Phil. He was lying on the floor. His legs at odd angles, his arms shattered like china. His eyes were dull, his mouth a little open. His neck was twisted, his head slumped at an angle it should not be. A small breath of silver smoke escaped his lips, and he lay still.