"He's not here yet."
"He will come; trust me."
"But what if he doesn-"
"HE WILL!!!"
A shadowy being lunged for the doubtful speaker.
A larger, more onimous looking being stepped out into the open.
"STOP!!!" It thundered. The other two forms instantly stood up. The larger being slowely made it's way over to them, eyeing them with a threatening glare.
A fourth form made it's appearence, walking into the open with a wicked smile. One being whistled and raised it's eyebrows, but the larger one swiftly struck him for his issolent behavior.
"Anytime; anytime."
"Can you read minds?"
"You mean am I telepathic? Unfortunately, no. She wasn't a full-blood Cerinian, just a muddled half-breed. She had meditation methods, though, that I found very interesting."
The other sneaky being boldly added,"aaand she had some body, eh, Dash?"
The larger form, whom the trouble-maker had addressed as Dash, spun around and grabbed the latter my his twisted neck. He fired him mercilessly across the room. He turned back to the fourth being.
"Anything else that you found intereting?"
"Hm, no. But I genuinly want Marcus McCloud to suffer for everything. It may not be DIRECTLY his fault, but indirectly, he had a part in the death of our Maker, though be it decades ago, and he chose the occupation of his father Fox."
"Andross was a great mortal."
"Indeed. And now that we are living, we can avenge our fallen Creator."

Marcus slowely walked into the large, empty structure. A series of intentional, inconspicuos clues had led him here. Scarlet was supposed to be in here.
He cautiously walked to the center of the strangely large, dim, open space.
Suddenly, a faint series of clicks were heard to his left. Closer, closer... they were footsteps. They had to belong to someone who was wearing heeled shoes. Where had he heard those footsteps before...
"Hello Marcus McCloud."
He spun around.
"SCARLET!!??"
"I'm afraid Scarlet is gone. This is her body. Now taken over by Morbids."