Slowly, Blake regained consciousness. Her head felt like someone had jumped on it repeatedly. She tried to rub her head only to realise her hands had been bound. Completely awake now, she also noticed that whoever had tied up her hands hadn't bothered to tie up her legs. Blake looked around, the room she had been placed in was big and rather stunning. That meant she had been taken to the inner city, nothing like this existed in the outskirts. She could see Laura, bound in a similar way to her but unlike Blake she was still unconscious. She groaned and was rewarded with a hard slap across the face. Blake looked up to see a withered old lady standing before her, a smug look on her face. "Who are you?" She dared to ask. The woman just smiled, though to Blake it looked more like a grimace. The stranger giggled, not laughed but giggled, reminding Blake of a small child who just watched someone fall over. This old lady was going crazy. Blake instantly hated her. In her opinion the old hag should have just sought help instead of letting her mind deteriorate as she slipped into insanity. Since she couldn't move, all Blake could do was watch as the lady began to gather items and move things around, preparing for...something. In the corner Laura stirred, groaning as she looked around. She seemed confused at first but quickly grasped the situation almost as fast as Blake had. The old woman turned back to face them. "Let me introduce myself! My name is Mary, not that it matters a much." Mary smiled and bowed. "I have brought you here for my master, he will be here soon for that girl." She pointed over at Laura. "Unfortunately, it seems I picked up another one." She stared at Blake, a look of disgust materialized in her face. "So, to prove a point. I'm going to kill you." She said calmly, producing a small yet sharp looking hatchet. Laura started to shout in protest as Mary casually strolled towards Blake.

Her mind raced as Blake tried to think of a way out of the situation she had found herself in. Mary was taking her time, as if enjoying the tension. That would mean Blake had longer to think. As if sensing her change in mood Mary started moving faster, twirling the weapon around in her hand like it was some kind of toy. Suddenly she sprang forward, slashing the hatchet through the air. Blake narrowly dodged the blade, turning her body whilst simultaneously jumping to her feet. The chair tied to her back threw her off balance slightly and she stumbled backwards. Mary grunted and raised her arms, readying to attack once again. As her arms swooped downwards in a sloppy arc Blake caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a large, blackened gash just below Mary's armpit. She gasped and narrowly avoided the attack, the corrupted had got to this woman, she was becoming one of them. And that meant the corrupted where still in the inner city. Blake spun around, using the chair to smack Mary in the chest. A sound outside outside distracted her for a moment, and that was all it took. Blake charged forward, spinning at the last second, ready to deliver the final blow. But Mary wasn't as preoccupied as Blake thought, somehow she managed to swing the hatchet. Blake felt something warm and wet trickle down her arm. Luckily, along with her flesh the blade had also cut the rope. Grabbing the legs of the chair, she wheeled round and heard the satisfying crunch of cartilage and bone as the wood connected with Mary's face. Mary looked up and began to cough, blood spilling down her chin and dripping on to the floor. "You little..." She started to say, but Blake cut her off with another hard smack. Mary went wild, swinging her weapon left and right, forcing Blake to retreat into the corner. She yelled as the blade struck the wall just above her head, Blake slid down onto the floor. Mary smiled, raising the hatchet once more. Instinctively Blake held the chair up in front of her face, not that it would do much good. Mary laughed menacingly as she swung the hatchet repeatedly, slashing Blake in several places. Somehow Blake managed to block the more serious blows, the ones which were aimed at her head, but we was starting to feel woozy as a result of losing too much blood. She could feel herself losing strength. Her arms slumped and all she could do was watch helplessly through blurred eyes as the weapon came down.

Laura screamed as the hatchet stuck Blake in the shoulder. Mary wiped blood from her face, though she wasn't sure who it belonged to. Once again Laura felt like the world was crashing down on top of her. This was her fault, she shouldn't have gone after Pip. Blake stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes. Mary picked up on this and sighed as she turned to face Laura. "What does it take to kill this girl?" Mary pondered. Laura gasped as she watched the slits appear in Mary's face. Black eyes stared out from the openings. Mary tried to smile, but the skin that had begun to peel off of her face prevented her from doing it properly. Laura closed her eyes, unable to cope with the situation any longer when the sound of smashing glass broke the silence. Her eyes snapped open. Mary stood, staring at the long piece of slender wood which was protruding from her neck. Her eyes rolled into her head and she slumped forward, crashing into the floor before lying there motionless. "Shot!" Someone yelled. Laura turned to see Narisa, grinning like a maniac and holding a bow.