(Thanks to angie2282, LanceDusk, zackt2010, AlexTheMortal, Zro-Kemuri 9t6, and LanceDusk... hey, two of you O.o for your reviews! By the way, I've submitted a one shot based on Leslie's life, so take a look and review, it's entitled "The Man Behind the Scars"! Read on!

Paige had led Leslie through a number of domes before coming to the one he first entered the day before, where the receptionist still was. She didn't even look up.

Paige walked up beside the desk and knocked on the wall. In response, a slit opened revealing a pair of eyes. "Yes?"

"We would like to visit Trent Harvey and William Bludworth." Paige said slowly and clearly.

"Names?"

"Paige Callaway and Leslie Carlson."

"Come on in."

Leslie watched as an almost invisible door opened to reveal a tall muscled figure dressed in the usual suit, except his jacket was left open, revealing a perfectly chiselled chest. 'Woah...'

"My name is Chris Walker, and I've heard a fair amount about you Paige from the others." Chris said, nodding towards Paige. "You were in exactly the same position as me."

Paige scratched her cheek. "Sorry, but I've not heard of you."

Chris shrugged. "That's fair enough. I was killed in the same set of killings as Alice Chantrey, who I believe you've met."

"She's a great doctor." Leslie said, feeling left out.

Chris glanced at Leslie. "Indeed. Hard to think that a new make-up artist in a theatre would become the head of the medical division."

"Hey, Walker!"

Chris turned around in alarm, but relaxed when he saw a woman with black hair and gleaming eyes. The two hugged, kissing fully on the mouth.

Leslie and Paige raised their eyebrows at each other.

The woman pulled away and smiled at them. "My names Amy Walker, Chris's husband. And before you ask, dead people CAN marry."

"Fair enough..." Paige blinked a couple of times. "Well, can we go to Trent and William yet?"

"Good point, sorry. You'll find everyone down here is light-hearted." Amy said, before leading Leslie and Paige down a staircase, leaving Chris by the door. "So, which one of your group died?" Amy said casually.

"That's an awfully strange question." Leslie commentated.

"Not really. Practically everyone here is dead anyway." Amy replied. "So, who is it?"

"That would be me." Paige said, rubbing her belly unconsciously, where she had been stabbed almost ten years ago.

Amy glanced down. "Well, at least I died quickly. Nothing like a motorbike to the face to ruin your day." Amy finally stopped, next to a large steel door. The heat from the domes was lost down below ground, and it was cold, making both Paige and Leslie shiver. Amy just stood still. Amy rapped on the door three times, before it opened into a thin corridor.

Paige looked to Amy. "Is it possible we can talk to them ourselves?"

Amy shrugged. "Sure thing. Just don't be an idiot and get within reach of them. Harvey and Bludworth are all the way down and to the right." Amy stood by the door, and Leslie and Paige entered the main prison area.

As they walked down, Leslie noticed the bars were black and thinly spaced, so there was no chance of anyone slipping out. Above every cell was a camera, which stared down at the prison cell, if by some chance someone managed to escape.

"I don't like this." Leslie commentated. The silence was unnerving, he was expecting cries of anguish or possibly insults directed at them, but not this silence.

Paige didn't reply, her face set in stone. She walked hard and fast, practically jogging at times. Before long, the two reached the end and turned right, where they faced into the cell.

"Damn it, the bitch survived." Trent said, appearing suddenly in front of the bars, his face bruised. "And just when I thought I finally killed you."

Paige ignored him. "Where's William?"

"William is unavailable at the moment." Trent said, smiling mischievously. "But I'm sure he'll be available to talk to later. How are you doing Leslie?"

Leslie stiffened, and looked to Trent, whose face was split in a wide grin.

"Not talking? How boring. I was expecting something along the lines of 'why did you do it, come back to us'. Well, I'm not, so cry your eyes out all you want." Trent exclaimed.

"It's already been explained to me why you two did what you did. I know that you are now our enemies, and would have most likely led us to our death."

"True." Trent said, before suddenly sticking his hand out of the bars and grabbing hold of Leslie's collar, and brought him forward, slamming his face against the bars. Trent suddenly let go, shaking as he fell to the floor. Paige knelt down next to Leslie in alarm, whose nose was now covered in blood.

"What did I tell you?" Amy said, appearing with an odd device in her hands, like a radio. "Don't get to close."

"Alas, it has been so long since the scent of blood has filled my nostrils. Miss Walker, you torture me so."

Amy turned sharply towards another cell, where a figure was half shadowed. But from what could be seen was pale white skin. "You know exactly why we don't give you blood, or anything else human for that matter Lecter."

"Lector?" Leslie repeated, holding his nose gingerly. "You mean Hannibal Lector? The cannibal?"

"I forgot to mention him." Amy said, glaring at Lecter with hatred.

"You have got a different perfume today Miss Walker." Lector said with his odd voice which chilled Leslie to the bone.

Amy ignored him and turned to Paige. "I don't suppose you know how to kill him?"

"Well... I know these killers have items, as proven with Jigsaw's puppet and Papa Hades' mutants."

"Item's huh." Amy repeated, before turning back to Lecter. "Hey, what's you item then?"

Lecter leaned forward so his face showed fully, revealing a rather old man. "I may tell you. But will I be let out?"

"No chance."

"In which, my lips are sealed."

Amy shook her head. "You disgust me. Come on you two, let's go. Leslie, you may want to get that checked out, just to be safe."

Leslie grunted in agreement, his nose continuing to bleed down his face and onto his chest.

LINE BREAK

"Zeke? Zeke, can you hear me?"

"I'm sleeping... go away."

"It's me, Zeke."

At this, Zeke eyes shot open to come face to face with the familiar black-haired beauty. "Tanzi!"

Tanzi Sakamoto smiled down at Zeke, who went to get up but found intense pain filling his belly.

"Kuso!" Zeke exclaimed in his native tongue, clutching his belly as he lay back down

"You're still resting. Calm down." Tanzi said, smiling slightly.

"Sorry..." Zeke muttered. "But it's so good to see you again! I mean... when you... I was devastated. I just..."

Tanzi put a finger to Zeke's lips. "Ssh. What matters is I am here now, and my throat is as good as new."

Despite Tanzi smiling, the image of Freddy ripping Tanzi's throat out was fresh in his mind. "I still owe him. If I ever come in contact with him..."

"Hopefully, you won't." Tanzi said, before suddenly smiling widely at Zeke. "Hey, guess what!"

"What?" Zeke asked, smiling.

Tanzi stuck her hand out, where a silver ring was on her finger. "I'm married!"

Zeke's smile slipped off of his face slowly as he stared at Tanzi in shock.

(So, we have Hannibal inprisoned, Leslie and Trent having a confrontation, William being mysterious and finally Tanzi's married! With who, and this cannot be good news for a newly awakened Zeke.

And of course, two more characters introduced from previous stories.

Chris Walker - Final Destination The Director's Cut

Amy Walker (Formerly Derner) - Final Destination The Director's Cut.

See you next time!