Well, well. It seemed that these normal people had spunk. The brick thrown at him had been narrowly dodged, and he had still been scratched lightly across the face. That got Ryan excited. But fighting was never the fun part. He preferred the long and slow chase to actually fighting. So what did he do? He chuckled, a wet, burbling sound, and brandished his knife, unintentionally showing his prowess with the knife to the more intuitive of the group. It was likely apparent to the hitman that he had likely been doing this his entire life, before he had come here.<br/><br/>But just then, the other Noxious ran into the room and started towards the closest person. With a frustrated growl, Ryan grabbed the Noxious by the scruff of his neck and slammed it hard into the doorframe next to him. It let out a loud scream, and Ryan said, "Shut the fuck up, trash. You get in my way too many times." With a hard kick to the throat, it began to cough, and stopped screaming. With a satisfied smile, Ryan said, "That's better."<br/><br/>Turning to the others, Ryan said, "Perhaps you don't really understand why you should run. I'll tell you now." Ryan reached into a back pocket with his free hand and pulled out a dirty and bloody rag. Wiping the black goop off of his face, Ryan revealed his face to them, confident that each and every one of them would recognize his face. After all, he had been one of the most terrifying men in America for 10 years, hadn't he? It was a reputation that he had gotten, and he hoped beyond hell that they would at least recognize his face.<br/><br/>Throwing the now useless rag to the floor, Ryan said, "I am Ryan Edgeworth, better known as The Gleeful Butcher. I was convicted for the murder of only twenty-seven victims, each of whom I mutilated and tortured to death. The best part is the fact that they missed over thirty-three other victims as well, contributing them to a pathetic shitstain of a criminal that I was glad to dispatch of in prison. I was to be sentenced to death three days from the murder of that man, but somehow I'm here. Why, I don't care. All I know is that you fuckers are here for the same reason for me." He took a dramatic deep breath, and smiled insanely.<br/><br/>"You did something unforgivable."<br/><br/>"And while this is supposed to be where you get redemption, I happen to be here, and I guarantee you won't be getting it. Why? Because I love to fuck people up, and it makes it better when it can be a brand new part of their punishment!! Of course, you won't remember what you did. I didn't either. But who cares? All that matters is that you idiotic shits are free for me to hunt!" Ryan ran a blackened tongue over his lips, savoring the moment. Finally, his eyes locked back onto the group, the black liquid seeping out of his eyes once again.<br/><br/>"So... You have fifteen seconds to run."