"Oooooohhh... I remember you!" The laugh was horrifyingly familiar for Ian. It was the voice of Ike, the boy who had killed and consumed the entirety of Ian's body. Ian would feel a cold hand on the back of his neck, to be suddenly shoved onto the ground. Maniacal laughter followed, before the cold tip of a familiar bone blade could be felt on Ian's back–the tip right up against the middle of his spine. "Remember this? Remember this?" Ike's voice was almost hysterical, and it was followed by more laughter. The tip was slowly plunged into Ian's back, piercing his skin, flesh and spine with agonizingly slow speed. After a full minute of pure agony, the sword had pierced all the way through Ian's body, the tip striking the ground. Ike quickly spun Ian around, grinning into the now paralyzed man's eyes. That was when Ian knew that his death would not be a slow one. The next thing Ike did was walk over to Ian's left hand. He grasped the wrist with his left hand hand and pressed the First Blade against Ian's pinky finger. He slowly cut the finger off by the knuckle, and repeated this process with the rest of Ian's nine fingers and all of his toes. Each time he finished removing one, he would light a lighter beneath the wound, cauterizing it with an open flame–an absolutely agonizing experience in itself, but it was only to keep him alive longer. He grinned to himself as he put them in a small bag, looking up at Ian. "... dessert," He said with a creepy smile. Next was probably the worst of it. He shoved his sword through the center of Ian's pants, specifically between his legs, the blade cutting through cloth. The castration process was worse than Ian's spine being pierced. But soon, the part that identified Ian's sex was remove, dangled in front of Ian's eyes. Afterwards, Ike would once again light a lighter by the wound that was created, cauterizing it. "This? This, I will bake into a potpie. And I will find your brother–Garin, was it? I will find him and feed this soon-to-be potpie. I will force feed it, shove every last bit down his throat, and then tell him what the 'secret ingredient' was." He did not laugh maniacally now; he was rather preoccupied. "What next, what next? Oh, you can no longer walk. What's the use for legs?" Ike pulled a small, serrated kitchen knife from his pocket. He then proceeded to jam it into Ian's left knee, and again. And again. And again. And again. And again. It would take about ten minutes to sever Ian's foreleg, and another ten minutes for his other leg. He repeated the process as he severed both of Ian's forearms. All wounds were cauterized. "And now? Now it is about time for me to feast. This time, rest assured that I'll be cooking your meat." He grinned as he lighted his lighter, bringing it to Ian's face. "And since I'd rather not eat your hair...." He ignited Ian's hair, creating a massive, open flame right on top of the man's head. The flame scorch his forehead and spread down his flesh, while Ike now simply sat by the flame, holding the severed limbs over it. The limbs would quickly be cooked thoroughly, and Ike grinned as he ate each limb as though they were the leg of a chicken. By now, the flame had scorching away the flesh on Ian's face and worn off. Ike would simply shrug, tie up his bag of parts, and wall over to the forest with the rest of Ian's body being dragged through the dirt. He found a nice clearing, throwing the body into it. He then climbed a tree, sitting atop a low branch as the wolves came out. The wolves smelled the flesh of one who died very recently. Their feral jaws crunched on the rest of his limbs, wildly tearing away flesh from bone. Ike sat on the branch the entire time as the wolves' fur and teeth were stained with Ian's blood, until the wolves had completely eaten away all flesh and nothing but bones remained. Ike waited for the wolves to leave, before dragging Ian's skeleton further into the forest. He piled twigs up, throwing the bones onto them. The lighter was ignited once more, placed against the twigs. Flames would rise up as smoke drifted above the forest canopy, and Ike simply walked away as the dancing flames burnt Ian's bones to a crisp.[spoiler]You've been kicked, banned, whatever the hell.[/spoiler]