Mayhem would begin to take over the section of the city rapidly, increasing from the fixated spot of attention through the streets like a plague infesting the veins of its victim. It was a full-on outbreak. People began breaking into and out of buildings via smashing through windows, some even plummeting to their own deaths from the taller buildings to splatter on the ground below. As each death would occur, black, misty figures would erupt from them and swiftly dive straight into a new host who would then go from running in fear to rampaging like the rest in a blood-thirsty rage.
 Soon a disturbance could be felt within the room. A heavy aura of evil clinging onto the air, making it difficult for anybody to not notice it. Even if Scourge wasnât able to notice it, an incredibly loud bang on the door could surely draw his attention to it. Directly after a loud scream, yelling and gurgling before silence. Growls and snarls could be heard from behind it before whatever was behind it would pound against it again.
 It persisted, the door becoming visibly weaker with each heave until, eventually, the support keeping it in place would give in and the slab of material would slam down onto the floor below, exposing a mangled and gutted guard to fall down on top of it, obviously dead as blood immediately began to pool beneath him. The beast responsible for the abrupt intrusion stepped in, appearing to be one of Violâs very own strongmen, his eyes hazed over with a shroud of crimson mist and his body already covered in blood that was clearly not his own.
 Whatever he was affected by looked a lot like what the citizens down below were affected with, but it was a little strange. Two others came in behind him, no intent on harming each otherâ instead all of their focus was set directly onto their leader. âYouâre the one. The one we want.â
âI wonder what sounds you will makeâŠâ
âmaybe gurgle and cryâŠâ
 They didnât speak for long, the first one growling and snarling before it let out a blood-curdling roar and dove straight for the violet hedgehog, the other two following directly behind him, each having having deadly intent.
Scourge heard the banging on the door and saw it rapidly weaken from whatever was on the other side. The hedgehog knew now his peaceful night was truly fucked and he quickly leaped back to his desk to grab an uzi from it just as the heavy door crashed down on the floor. âBradshaw, what the fuck!â Yelled the kingpin upon seeing the hulking bull mobian enter the room along with a few other familiar faces he employed. But wait, clearly these werenât men under his control anymore as he recognized the crimson auras and unmistakable evil in their eyes. The bull spoke of killing him and the hedgehog didnât hesitate to take aim and pull the trigger.
Unfortunately his gun jammed and the possessed mob lunged for him! âShit!â He yelled and threw the weapon at the charging bullâs face as he so swiftly jumped over the hostiles. âYou motherfuckers better bring a god damn army if you wanna kill me!â He shouted angrily, turning a 180 in the air and pulling a large serrated knife out of his jacket as he landed in a defensive position. âI donât know what the fuck is going on, but Iâll carve your fuckinâ faces off! Just try me!âÂ