The master corrupted sat slumped in the throne. On his left sat the albino corrupted along with one of his new acquisitions. The corrupted wheezed as it paced backwards and forwards, as if it had asthma. Once a Paladin, he hoped that this particular corrupted would do well when he launched the last attack against the final survivors. He smiled, then winced with the effort. The pain in his chest was getting greater by the second and, fearing that one more blow may finish him off, had retreated back to the castle. But not until he had seen the destruction of that wretched girl Blake. He had laughed as she was buried under his beautiful creations, the sight had been enough to lift his spirits. He clenched his fist, imagining the girl's head splitting in his grip. He chuckled. There was a loud thump from somewhere outside. His large head turned towards the door. It opened slightly, the silhouette of a human appeared in the crack. "Impossible..." He murmured. The door swung open. It was a girl. It was Blake.

Every part of her body hurt. She could feel the poison spreading through her bloodstream. Blake raised the knife. Her vision was blurred but she could still make out the look of astonishment on the Master corrupted's face. However, the expression quickly turned into one of amusement. "How fitting it is, that you are becoming everything you despise." He laughed. Blake didn't answer. She staggered forwards, eyes fixed on his face. "You're connected to all of them...aren't you?" She stammered. The master grinned. "Of course." He answered, slightly confused. "If I kill you, the others will die too?" She said, raising her knife further. The master looked stunned for a moment before regaining his composure. "You will die along with them." He stuttered. Blake moved forwards. The master corrupted snarled and ordered the two corrupted around him to attack. The albino attacked first, launching itself at Blake's face. In one motion Blake swung the knife. The only way to describe the sound would be like a knife slicing through a fresh orange. Half of the corrupted slumped, lifeless, to the floor. The other half Blake held in one hand before tossing to one side. The master growled, his patience wearing thin. The final corrupted advanced, breathing heavily as it did. But instead of attacking, it stood by Blake's side. The master howled, this wasn't supposed to happen. "What are you doing! Attack her!" He screeched. The corrupted fixed it's eyes on him. Blake patted it's back. "You shalt show bravery before the foe. Never shalt you leave the side of your companions and brothers in times of need." It hissed, moving towards the Master menacingly.

The corrupted clenched it's teeth and growled. It was not one of them. It would destroy it's master then move on to the next world. Behind it the girl whispered it's name. It wasn't a true corrupted. It's name was Benny.

Blake moved forward behind Benny. She would avenge him. And Amy. And Wes and Mari and General Kip and all that had died because of this monster. The master corrupted tried to swing his fist but only succeeded in landing a glancing blow on Benny's side. Blake ran forward and jabbed the knife deep into the Master's throat, blue blood sprayed into her face. The Master screamed and collapsed. "You can't kill me! We are alike! We could rule all! You and me, together, could be strong. We could crush the weak underfoot and rule supreme!" He begged desperately, collapsing on the floor. Blake stood and watched as he clambered clumsily to his feet. "You said that faith shall be the base for my victory, and it is. Faith in myself. Faith...faith in my friends and comrades." Blake glanced at the corrupted that was once Benny and it gave a reassuring nod, as if telling her to do it. "I swore an oath. To protect the weak. To defend those who cannot defend themselves. You are a stupid Tommie, and I'd rather become a slit than join you!" She yelled. A jabbing pain shot through her neck and on the other side of the room Benny howled and staggered, finally falling to the floor with a heavy thud. She didn't take her eyes off of the Master corrupted. "I am a Paladin! I condemned you to hell!" She sprinted towards him and leapt into the air. Blake drove the knife deep into the monster's flesh, piercing his blackened heart. At the same moment Blake felt the blade pierce her heart, and the corrupted did too. The Master coughed, blood dribbling down his chin as he stumbled backwards, knocking over an oil lamp. Flames licked his ankles and climbed up his legs. Blake felt the burning sensation as she collapsed against the cold floor. Fire engulfed the Master as he screamed for mercy and slammed against the wall. With one last curse he dispersed into a mixture of smoke and flames. Blake clambered to her feet and walked over to the window. Outside she could see millions of corrupted explode in a frenzy of howls and screams. Looking down, Blake could see that her own hand had turned to ash, which began to slowly fall away from her body. She turned back to the window. "I'm dying." She realised. The sensation was strange, but she welcomed it. Suddenly she remembered what Pip had said about hearing voices. "Hear my voice, Pip. Please. Tell them about the journal, page one." She whispered, her voice hoarse. "Are you ready?" A voice asked behind her. She turned to see a man in a black cloak. In one hand he held a scythe and in the other he clutched an hourglass. Blake stared out of the window, knowing that the blank sky would be the last thing that she saw. She didn't look back at the man, she knew what he was here for. "Yes."