Glittering and twinkling below him brightly, the city streets of Los Angelas amazed Jude as he grinned down mischieviously. His portal closed behind him, vaporizing into the thin, night air as if melding with it.
'Old stomping grounds.' Truly the best place to start was here, the city he had found himself 'born' into. He twisted his arm in a stretch, cracking Ivan's bones in a disgusting manner that shouldn't have been physically possible. He thought about all the things this Seeker he inhabited now had seen, and he knew there was a group here.
"Fresh meat, oh yes!" The group of Seekers was young and naive, perfect for Jude's body hopping purposes. He only hoped he could get there in time to discreetly infiltrate. Michael would know the truth, that he was dead.
He hopped down onto a lower building, hitting it with a 'crack!' that resonated in the chilly night atmosphere. It was time for the games to begin. Jude looked to his shoulder, petting the small 'mosquito' that Marnin had planted and landed on him earlier, grinning at whatever fool believed he would not notice it. It was his now, no doubt.
