Author's Note: This is going to be a bit gory, which you can tell by the M. I used a song that I'm sure some of you recognize, but I modified it a bit. Don't flame.

Disclaimer: I own none of the content, characters, places, etc. shown below. Only the plot belongs to me, though I'm sure there are others like it.

A lone figure stood in the hallway, hunched over, dragging two clubs covered in a mess of colors. Blood. Another figure rounded the corner, halting once seeing his friend. Horrified. He called out his name, trying to catch his attention. The man with clubs turned around sharply, a vicious look on his face. Insanity.

London Bridge is falling down

Falling down

Falling down

The man had three jagged purple lines across his face, welling with blood. Wounded. His friend stared at the ground, pure unaltered terror spreading over his face. He lurched forward, disgusted at the sight. Falling. His friend moved in a blur, stopping above his friend, smiling. Deranged.

London Bridge is Falling Down

My fair

Maiden

"MoThErFuCkInG bEsT bRo," the man spoke in a crazed shout. "WhY dOn'T yOu PaY aTtEnTiOn?" He swayed back and forth above the other man. The man on the floor stared at him. Terror. He reached forward; stroking the man beneath him's hair. As if they were the best of friends. Delusional.

Build it up with muscle and bone

Muscle and bone

Muscle and bone

He stared past the delusional man, but quickly looked back, not wanting to see the gruesome sight. Two bodies layed crumpled on the ground, a mess of bloody body parts. Dead. Soon he would be too. Dead. Dead. Nothing to block the psychotic man. All the others were gone. Dead Dead Dead Dead. No one left. He was the only one. Isolation.

Build it up with muscle and bone

My fair

Maiden

A hot, white, searing pain cut through his thoughts. Agony. The man had bashed his skull with clubs. He felt his head, then brought his hand down to look at it. Blood. Bright red blood. Mutant. Outcast. Screw-up. Mistake. Another crushing hit. Crunch. His vision tunneled. Fading. He struggled to hold on. It was all his fault this had happened. Failure. He deserved it. A small voice in the back of his head protested, but he shut it out. He welcomed the dark, numbing, crushing weight of death. Peace.

Friend.