(Thanks to Zro-Kemuri 9t6 and Jamessss for your reviews! Okay, let's focus on two different characters for this chapter. Read on!

Conner had gotten out of the hospital the morning after, after being threatened by Jade to not move. Conner only pretended to go to sleep, and 'woke up' early at seven, exiting the hospital. He walked through the domes, noticing that despite the earliness of the day, people were more frequent than when he first got back.

Conner had to force himself hard not to lash out at any of the passersby, who regarded him with cold stares. It had been so long since he had killed or maimed aimed anyone; the mutants had been a brief release, but the bloodlust had been bubbling within him ever since he was taken back to the wrecked truck by Leslie.

Conner ignored the muttering, and knew from walking to the hospital last night that people were suspicious of him. He also knew he was on a very thin line, very close to crossing it.

"I know how you feel, Shepard."

Conner slowly turned, realizing that he was in a darkened dome. He saw an equally shadowed figure leant against the wall. "Care to tell me who you are?"

The figure stepped forward, revealing his look in the dim light. He was tall and slim, yet with defined muscles. He had gotten rid of his jacket completely, and was wearing a black bandana around his head. Hanging from his mouth was a cigarette. "My name is Miguel Custado, General of the Hunter Division."

"Miguel Custado?" Conner repeated. "That IS an aweful name. Now what the fuck do you want with me?"

"I repeat, I know how you feel." Miguel grinned slightly. "Despite my status, everyone apart from my subordinates distrust me, and they are suspicious."

"Uh-huh. Now that I care."

"Do you know why they distrust me, Shepard?" Miguel leaned forward, smiling slightly. "Because I was possessed by Death before my own. I know how it feels to have Death in my mind, to control me, to make me a husk. It ain't nice, I'll tell you that. But Rose hasn't killed me as I was possessed before my Death."

"I'm not actually bothered by the feelings of anyone. I am my own man." Conner snorted and walked past Miguel.

"I know what you want."

Conner stopped, not speaking.

"The blood-lust resides within you, bubbling. I didn't know it before I was possessed, but I do know. It's one of the reasons I'm in the Hunter Division. I was once a drug dealer. I didn't take the shit myself, but I dealt to all kinds of people. Kids high on meth, old men looking for a hit, I had it all. The money was well earnt, but then Death had the damn audacity to possess me!"

Conner shrugged. "You might want to get to the point."

"Fine. When I climbed out from hell itself, I actually slaughtered my fellow human's who escaped from Death's domain. I was drunk on blood-lust and rage. But the reason Rose let me go was because I was one of few with the knowledge! I know Rose is here, and William was unavailable. I also killed that Detective Marley bloke. Paige knows as well."

"I could have swore I told you to get to the point."

"Well, you can feed that lust, Shepard. My Hunter division, we hunt the no good demon's down, and we kill them! We slaughter them! All of us in this division, we relish it, and we suffer from the same condition. What saying is come to my division, earn the respect of my division. If you accept, I can get a personal recommendation to Leardel!"

Conner looked at him, his head tilted. It was awfully tempting to feel the blood against his face... "I'll think about it." Conner said, before continuing on with his walk.

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Blackness. It dominated her mind, mixing with her grief over Max's death. Mila walked slowly, a cane in her hand given to her when she was at the hospital. Unlike other blindness, where people can see shapes or shades, Mila didn't have eyes, therefore everything was black. She never saw what the garden or the domes looked like, only what was told to her.

"It's going to be hard." Alice had said to her when she let Mila go with a pair of dark sunglasses to cover her eyes.

Mila didn't respond. She wouldn't, she couldn't; Max was dead, her brother, who escaped with her from their home, where their parents were killed. They survived a trap with Jigsaw, Max proving himself, but then he was killed by the mutants.

At least, that was what Rose had told her. Max... even thinking about him made Mila's heart break again and she had to stop and take deep breaths to calm herself down.

"Mila, this is no good." She always told herself. "Don't think about Max. He's dead, there is nothing you could have done. Thinking about Max will always bring pain."

Mila's mind was a whirl of emotions as she walked, tapping the cane on the floor. She didn't know where she went, she just let her feet take her to another section of the darkness, another section of the internal torment.

It was then, quite vividly, that he appeared straight into her mind. It was a man, dressed in a black and red sweater, complete with a fedora shadowing his face.

"What?" Mila questioned to herself, before staring at the man. "Who are you?"

"Who indeed. I'm insulted. Don't say you never heard of me?" The man's voice was cocky and harsh.

Mila was still bemused that she could somehow 'see' this man, yet she knew that he was within her mind, and not outside in real life. 'Maybe I've finally gone mad.' She thought to herself.

"Oh, you ain't gone mad." The man grinned, and looked up, his face etched into Mila's mind like a brand burnt on skin.

It was scarred, so horribly scared. Burns, just contorting the face in a monstrous abomination. "Wh-who are you!"

"Again, you don't know who I am." The man shook his head. "My name is Freddy Krueger bitch!"

Mila jolted back as if she was shot. "Freddy Krueger? One of Death's generals!"

"The one and only." Mila noticed that long claws extended out of a glove he wore on his hand, which was raised in front of him. "Poor poor Mila, losing her brother. Do you want to see him again?"

Mila was momentarily shocked. "What are you talking about?"

Freddy grinned once again, before raising his hands. Mila jumped back, the black splitting and white beaming forth. From the white crawled a figure.

"Max..." Mila gasped. It was Max, but different. His face was rotting, his eye hanging from its socket and his head caved in. Mila looked for Freddy, but he was no-where to be seen.

"Y-you... le-left me to die..." Max said, his jaw bloody and teeth missing. "Sister... I thought you loved me."

Mila didn't respond. She was stuck still with shock and horror.

"Having fun are we?" Freddy suddenly appeared in front of her, his claws stretched behind him. She couldn't move, even as the claws plummeted towards her neck.

"MILA!"

The mental shout was so loud Freddy staggered back, surprised, before narrowing his eyes. "You got lucky bitch."

Just like that, Freddy and Max disappeared from the blackness, and Mila felt a grip on her shoulders, shaking her. The shaking stopped.

"Mila? Mila, is he still there?"

It was Tally's voice, but in a whisper

"No... no, he's gone. That was Fr-"

"SSH!" Mila felt a finger against her lips, and could feel Tally's face close to hers, the breath against her face. "Don't mention his name, in fact, don't mention that interaction at all. Any relation to Death or his generals result in instant death!"

"Wh-what?"

"Alex is dead. He was possessed by Death, and shot down."

"What!"

"Please Mila, break out of your misery. Max is dead, and I'm so sorry. But we need you fully conscious. The barriers are breaking in everyone's mind. I've already seen a number of people today get shot down for being possessed or seeing images of the generals."

"I believe Leardel is going to try and go to war, but that cannot happen! I've seen Leslie's vision, which you don't know about. When he touched you, he saw the war, and he saw death and destruction. Including yours."

Mila went to respond, before a sudden ear-splitting roaring hit her ears, like an explosion. She felt herself thrown to the floor harshly, her head hitting the floor hard, knocking herself out once again.