As Mike neared Billy and the scarecrow with the rest of the group, a foul taste appeared in his mouth. Hate filled his mind and soul as his left hand balled up into a fist, his rough fingernails digging into the palm of his hand. His shins had dots of red on them from coming in contact with different plants from the forest, though they were the least of his worries at this point. He had found himself somewhat behind the rest of the group and off to the side, almost like he wasn't to be included with them, though that was not the case.<br/><br/>As Billy began to speak, Mike could care less what he was saying. He stood there like a stone carving, unblinking and the only thing moving on him being his clothes with the occasional wind. In his mind the only thing he wanted out of this whole ordeal was to destroy Billy. He wanted nothing more than to wipe his existence off the face of the Earth. As his sermon came to a close, Mike took in a deep breath through his nose, letting it out slowly through the same orifice. His ears perked up when the word "Volunteer" came from his mouth, his mind too clouded with hate to attempt and decipher his words though.<br/><br/>His eyes darted to the other three for a split second before he took all of the saliva in his mouth and spit it out on the field, walking within inches of Jason and in front of the others, signalling his offer to volunteer. "Lets get this shit over with Billy, we have some unfinished business..." His voice was at absolute zero; veins in his arms coming to the surface as his blood began pumping. His anger was absolutely palpable, maybe drawing an even darker mood to the whole event.