Markus whispers, "There's too many guards, we can't!" With a bite of my lip, I turn the corner and walk through the broken blast door. The blood is so soothing. It's like Diesel's here, coddling me. I pull the trigger and a soldier's head pops like a balloon.

But something lingers from that desolate house. That blackened house with those demonic black monsters, something's wrong with me. I run towards another soldier as they realize I'm here. They're spooked, so I get to kill them all without an issue. I pull the trigger and a stream of bullets hit plenty of them. One unloads his whole magazine into me and I don't even feel it, no pain, no fear, but something is sweltering, seething, deep inside me. The soldier squints as I point the gun at his head, his head pops and blood spatters onto my lips, my tongue licks it up like gravy. I remember how emotions were. I don't want such things. I don't want to be sad anymore. So much death. So much destruction. But this sweltering ache- Markus shakes me, "Hey! Why are we here!?" "The feeling lessens the most here." He grabs at his head, "They're getting shot, we need to help!" I lie back as a woman shouts, "Help!" Following Markus through the various broken doors, there sits a black-haired woman, beaten half to death with a cloth over her eye. Not just her, but a bloodied corpse, a dark green shell. Wait- "Lasal?" Markus turns from the woman, "You know him!?" "My brother." I put my hand to him as Markus shouts, "Don't touch him!" I tilt my head at the energy pulsing off him in waves.

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As my hands come into contact with him, his flesh envelops my hands. His body starts regenerating as I start to cry. He's taking away the calm! I scream as my emotions begin to flow like a river, stabbing me, slowly contradicting my every cell. Desperately I try to pull myself away, but it's no use. Lasal squeezes me with a hug, "I know. Just let all of that poison out." My veins start to glow a deep crimson hue. Markus pulls at the woman's hand, "We have to go!" She shouts, "Leave me!" Markus shouts, "We have to get you out!" She opens her shirt by the buttons, my eyes widen to her body, a metal heart protrudes through her chest. She cries, "I can't." I can't help it but sob for her. Lasal picks me up, "Markus. Let's get your friends away from here." Markus falls to his knees and stares blankly, "Carry me too." Lasal sighs.