Inside, Chase was positively giggling with joy as they played. It had been so long since he'd played a game with someone, it was like finding water in a desert. Slowly they moved through the rounds, each one taking their turn. They had maybe come halfway through the game when everything fell apart.<br/><br/>The red head started screaming when his eyes fell on Dr. Maxwell. Chase didn't blame the kid; that man was evil. But because of his entry, the game had been ruined. As the guards ran over to restrain the red head, they trampled the game board. The jump ropes were all tangled together and their game ruined.<br/><br/>Chase tilted his head down, his eyes shrouded by the fringe of his hair. His guards tensed, they weren't sure how he would react to the situation. They had their tazers and needles at the ready.<br/><br/>Slowly, Chase raised his head to look at Dr. Maxwell. "You ruined the game," he said, both his tone and eyes were blank, completely void of any human emotion. Before his guards could react, Chase grabbed at a forty pound weight and chucked it right at the Doctor's head. It snapped back against the chain long before it could reach him, but the force was enough to crack the wall around the heavy metal panel that held the chain to the wall and the weight to the chain.<br/><br/>Immediately his guards pounced on him. One got too close before sedating him and Chase got in a viscous scrape at his arm. To the guard's horror, practically a chunk of his arm had been torn off and he screamed like he was dying. Blood spurted from the wound and the muscles were visible and torn. Chase was coming down to bite the man when he felt a horrible zap. Helen had tazed him and it hurt. He looked at her with tears in his eyes.<br/><br/>"You've been a bad boy, Chase," she said just before sticking the needle in his arm. Almost immediately, his world gave way to darkness.