*The scene opens in the building, where Hayden, Bryce, Zack, and Ozzy are confronted by a tall man who also has a mysterious figure behind him. The mysterious figure that resembles an executioner with a large executioner’s axe is reeling back to attack.*
Zack: Watch out!
*The figure swings the axe towards the group, but before it can hit anyone, the masked figure that has been following Ozzy steps forward and grabs the blade of the axe. This causes small cuts to appear on Ozzy’s hands. All of a sudden, the group begins floating into the air, with all of them feeling a slight tug on their necks.*
Hayden: What the hell is happening?!
Bryce: I'd like to know that myself! Ozzy, you aren't causing this, are you?!
Ozzy: Even if I was, I wouldn't know! I think this guy is causing it somehow!
*The executioner kicks Ozzy’s masked figure away. The man behind the executioner then steps forward. The masked figure stands up as the strange man takes a pair of light blue glasses out of his coat.*
Ozzy: Who the hell are you? What do you want from us?
Stranger: All I want is your cooperation. You few are very lucky, and have been selected. All you have to do is come with me.
Hayden: Yeah, why the hell would we do that? We don’t even know your name.
Stanger: Well, if that will make you trust me more, my name is Jesse Davis. Now, is that enough to gain your trust?
Ozzy: Jesse Davis? Wait a minute, you went to our school! You graduated when we were sophomores. Why are you attacking us? We never had anything against you!
Jesse: I was simply testing you. Now that you have passed, I need you to come with me. All of you.
Zack: Go fuck yourself! Just let us down, or I'll beat your ass.
Bryce: I’d like to see that.
Jesse: I wouldn't be so disrespectful if I were you, boy.
*Zack gets lifted up higher in the air and starts grabbing at his throat as if he's being choked.*
Jesse: You're at the mercy of my stand. I can kill you effortlessly.
Bryce: Your “stand”? Is that what that creepy looking bastard in front of you is called?
Jesse: Indeed. I have fittingly named it Hangman’s Body Count.
*Jesse puts on the glasses from his coat, and they begin to glow an even brighter blue as he looks at Ozzy, helplessly suspended in the air.*
Jesse: Ozzy Thompson. Weight: 253 pounds. Height: 6’2”. Blood type: A negative. Eye color: hazel. You're roughly 5 meters away from me right now. I’d take a guess and say your stand is a close range type.
Ozzy: You seem to know more about this weird ghost thing than I do. Can you explain what it is?
Jesse: Only if you agree to come with me. Until then, I won't tell you anything.
Bryce: Aw, c’mon, that’s not fair.
Ozzy: I'm not going anywhere with you until you let my friends go.
Jesse: I'm sorry, but I can't do that. They might not know it yet, but they’re just as dangerous as you. Maybe even more dangerous.
Ozzy: What do you mean?
Jesse: You are all able to see my stand, are you not?
Ozzy: Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?
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Light Unbridled
FanfictionA Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Fanfic Inspired by Hirohiko Araki. Follow the story of Eight reunited friends as they discover how to use their new powers, and how to defeat their new enemies.
