A great pink creature, unknown to you, now hunted your enemy like his own kin would. It bore the mannerisms and the hallmarks of someone you had grown to cherish-- and yet, it was unlike anything you'd ever seen.

Blue lightning arced across its eyes and burst forth from its wool. Shock after shock shot towards the rabid dog, dissipating into thin air as each and every bolt missed, and was followed swiftly by one of two hooves.

Upon the creature's left arm was a scar. A very familiar one-- a scar that resembled a wound you had spent the last two weeks tending to. An infected, handicapped leg... now healed and fully functional, as an entirely separate type of limb.

Huntington's hound had incurred the wrath of a newly-transformed, almost human-like... Mary.

"By the--" Huntington's face was the kind of disbelief you figured didn't exist. Pale, aghast, stretched thin-- and, almost as suddenly, boiling with rage. "BUCHANAN!! You-- do you realize the demons you've courted??"

While Huntington's afflicted hound made a mess of the governor's office, the man himself stormed towards you like one of his old trains. Your arms shot up, reflexively, your fingers hovering around the gun's trigger-- before immediately finding themselves someplace else, shaking.

Teal streaks lit up the face of a man who seemed unable to settle on any one expression-- frantic glances back to his decrepit companion, utter terror at what pursued him, and furious rage unlike any you'd seen before. The governor almost seemed to froth as much as his hound. "You don't-- you do not seem to understand what you have done, boy. I thought you naught but a coward, stumbling onto a stash of dynamite. Someone out for my life, but without the guts to do his simple job."

Huntington's fists were so tightly-balled that you saw his nails beginning to break skin. "I can no longer be so kind. Do you understand the significance of that color, Buchanan? That shade of teal?"
The governor's voice trembled like the ground during an earthquake, his eyes enflamed and almost-- sorrowful? "You play with necromancy, boy, and your companion now harbors the spirits of the dead!!"