Joey’s Art - “Swarm” (done in pencils and a pen)
The final piece before his descent into complete insanity, his last cry for help as he drowned in the sea of souls within his mind. Each one screaming louder than the last, all of them swearing revenge on a world that he had previously thought to be so beautiful. He couldn’t fight it any longer, and what was left of Joey Wilson faded into the background as the last stroke of ink fell on the page, silenced at last. He remained inside of his own mind, screaming for release, but those now using his body like a marionette kept up the act. They had taken two large risks, showing themselves to those not involved in their scheme, the new bodies that they wanted to transfer to and inhabit. No more risks, it had to be done with thought and careful balance before they were caught and eliminated. Besides, the boy was falling to pieces anyway, he’d be dead before the start of the week if they remained in him much longer, and that just trapped them all in a hollow, rotting shell.
No, they needed fresh, powerful bodies to inhabit, who would bring them even more, and the ripples would continue until they took the world captive for their very own. So with the pathetic boy hidden away within the maze of his own mind, they began.