Rusty was in control now, but he could feel Crack pressing up against his consciousness, fighting for control. The other two were doing everything in their power to fight back, but they always seemed to underestimate exactly how strong the last of their headmates could be. And it really wanted to get out. It really wanted to spread its plague to everyone and everything. Create chaos, madness, despair. Rusty didn't understand and it infuriated him that someone in his own body could be so cruel. Maybe he wasn't the kindest of creatures, but he definitely wasn't the psychopath that Crack could be.

He was crawling on the ground, always refusing to fly, which made things even more difficult and slow, but he guessed that taking to the sky would only make is more dangerous for him.

You can't keep this up forever, fool. We have the plague. Spread it. Spread it. Spread it. "NO." Rusty shouted out loud as his head began to spin. Crack was really pushing, really forcing itself against him, but he couldn't give in. He couldn't! He didn't want to spread the plague, he didn't want to hurt anyone!

Rusty, hold on! But he couldn't. He was slipping. He was being dragged down and the others pushed away as the darkness overwhelmed his senses. On the outside, the little bat flopped over, exhausted, as all consciousness left the controls and continued their battle within.

"Caliante." "Salvation." "Rusty." "Crack."