The first thing Madoka noticed when she finally regained consciousness is that she felt like crap, every part of her felt like in was being stabbed with a knife. The next thing she noticed is that she was in an unfamiliar room which confused her.

"Oh thank God you're awake!" Exclaimed a tired looking Satoshi. Out of all the things Madoka had been noticing she missed the boy she loved sitting on the floor by her head. She jumped at his voice but quickly calmed down when he started to look worried.

"Mmmm." She mumbled, too tired and weak to remember how to talk, of course thinking was quite a different story. Oh my God! I can't believe he's sitting so close to me! He looks like he's been up for a long time, I wonder if he had been waiting for me to wake up. Why do I feel so terrible? What's wrong with me? She could NOT stop thinking, it was like an endless strain of thoughts were getting back at her for all of the time she had spent unconscious.

"How are you feeling?" Satoshi ask, as his eyebrows knitted together full of concern.

"Mmm, 'n ett'r." She was trying to talk but the words just did not want to come out as words. Is this how Crazies talk? I'm NOT a crazy. I must just be really weak, come to think of it I'm really hungry. When was the last time I've eaten? Still in denial I see. Said an familiar voice that Madoka was not so pleased to hear. I'm not in denial! I'm just really hungry and tired, that doesn't make me a monster. Just eat the boy and you will feel so much better. I promise it will be good for you.

Satoshi became even more worried about Madoka when she spent a long time sitting in silence and changing her facial expression for tired to confused to angry.

"Are you ok?" He asked, putting a hand on her forehead. That one touch was all it took for Madoka to stop hearing the voice and come back into reality. She loved the tingling she felt when she had skin on skin contact with this amazing boy.

"Mmmm, I feel 'ike crap, 'ike knives keep on stabbin' me." She was able to talk better now but not perfect.

"I'm not surprised," The boy smiled, "you got pretty torn up. I had to fight a good amount of Crazies off of you but I didn't get there soon enough." His smile had faded. "If I had just come after you when you ran back, I could have protected you before they got a good bite. It's all my fault you're so torn up."

Madoka bolted up when Satoshi put his head in his hands.

"S'not 'ur fault, I chose ta go back! It's 'ur fault I'm still alive." She told him honestly.

"For now." Said another voice. Apparently Yamato had walked into the room they were in without Madoka noticing. He looked so different from the last time she had seen him but she was sure noting had really changed, she hadn't been out that long.

His clothes where stained with more blood then she had thought possible, his face now had a large gash running from his forehead, over his eye, down to his chin but the biggest change was his presents in the room. No longer did he give off the happy, joking vibes of her teenage friend, now he gave off the strong vibe of someone who had suffered more than she could ever know. This worried her.

"Hey, 'Mato. Where's Haya-" She finished in the middle of her sentence when everything came back to her, the attack, Keiko, being mauled, the rescue, revenge. Yamato flinched violently at the mention of his twin. "Oh God, 'Mato! I'm so, so sorry!"

"It wasn't your fault, Madoka." Said Satoshi trying to comfort her. "and what do you mean by she's still alive, for now? Madoka will be fine, she just needs rest and food and-"

Yamato cut him off "And medicine and a doctor. Even if she can survive this, who knows who will survive then next time something like that happens."

As Satoshi and Yamato argued with each other over who would survive Madoka argued with The Voice. It was your fault everyone was killed. No it wasn't, we were just at the wrong place at the wrong time! But you would have been there at that time if you hadn't stopped and shouted. You made me shout, it wasn't my fault! I simply talk to you, its your choice to act on my words, for now. Stop talking to me like I'm going to become a Crazy! I'm staying sane! You're talking to a voice in your head, that implies insanity. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not!

Satoshi's voice brought her back this time.

"Hey Madoka at least of you die now you won't have to worry about becoming a Crazy." He said smiling.

Does he know? He must know, if he didn't he wouldn't of said anything! I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! She chanted to herself in panic. You are. Whispered the voice happily.

That was it, Madoka snapped. Unlike Miki she didn't go full on Crazy, the only physical difference was her eyes that had gone from round-human to cat like slits, her wallaby tail and ears where still in place.

No one noticed until it was too late and she had already knocked Yamato to the ground. Yamato couldn't fight Madoka, they had been through so much together, lost so much together.

"This is it, brother. Not even death could separate us for longer than a day. I'm sorry I couldn't make you proud." He whispered, just as Madoka snapped his neck like a twig in her hands. When his body stopped twitching she went for her next target.

When Madoka woke up she was in a room she vaguely recognized, It wasn't exactly like she remembered it, the memory had a lot less blood on everything and there wasn't an odd bump on the floor. Why did she feel so calm, like she was on a high? What was she holding? Why was it sticky? She wiggled her finger and cringed at the odd texture. When she finally looked down she screamed a blood curdling scream. In her hands was the body of a half eaten Satoshi.

She hurled the bloody lump onto the floor in front of her trying not to notice that one of his eyes was missing and his chest had been torn open and almost emptied. The sight of her love in such an unnatural and just plain disgusting state caused her to vomit all over the floor besides her and she wondered why it was so red and full of large, pale pink chunks when she hadn't remembered eating anything for a long time.

Finally it came to her and again she screamed breaking the calmness once and for all. She broke into hysterical sobs as she clumsily stumbled around the room. She was in terrible pain both physically and mentally. She had the unfortunate experience of tripping over the lump on the floor and discover that it was really the lifeless body of one of her best friends.

She gave up with moving and chose to sit and cry for who knows how long until she had run out of tears.

"Are you happy now?" She shrieked, "Isn't this what you wanted? I'll admit it! I will! I'm going Crazy, I killed them!" There was not answer internally or externally and that pissed her off more than anything. "You think you can control me? Well not if I'm dead! I welcome death, anything would be better than a life in this hell hole without Satoshi!"

She crawled over to her tri-spear and put it to her throat smiling as she pressed just hard enough to draw blood.

"Any last words?" She shouted to no one. As one would expect from someone like no one, no one answered with silence.

Quickly the blades sliced through the soft flesh of her neck and her life-blood quickly pumped out. Madoka now looked perfectly happy laying dead on the floor with a huge grin on her bloody face.

Bold Hey guys I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry for being an ass and holding it ransom but I'm a paranoid ass and when I don't get comments I freak out and think that no one likes my story anymore. I hope I did Madoka justice and I hope you felt bad for her. For once I don't have a super long rant of death and boring... Thanks to everyone for the reviews! I love getting reviews and it makes my day when people take the time to write one. Ummm I need OC's yadda yadda yadda... they'll probably die.