Chase woke up on his usual bed feeling like he'd been stuffed with bricks. They hurt when they pushed against his skin, and made him heavy so he couldn't move properly. The boy simply lie there in waiting as eventually the bricks wore down to sand and the sand blew away in the wind. Only then did he try sitting up.<br/><br/>The boy gave a casual glance to his door. It was big and metal and locked; exactly what a door separating someone like Chase from the rest of the world very well should be. He'd never tried to open it. He wasn't sure why not, maybe he just already knew it wasn't possible. He'd probably just get bored attempting such a task, and so he ignored it all together.<br/><br/>Memories of what he'd done wrong this time flowed back into his mind, tears flowing to his eyes, but not enough to run down his face. Helen had been angry with him. She tazed him and gave him the needle. But just the other day she'd called him a "good boy", and now suddenly he was a bad boy again, just like that. The compliment she'd given him had meant a lot, because he didn't get very many, and it hurt when she took it away so suddenly, so<span style="font-style: italic">easily.</span><br/><br/>And the accursed Dr. Maxwell had lead to the destruction of his game. Chase still wanted to kill the guy. Maybe having a couple limbs torn off would do him good. Then suddenly he felt guilty. He'd always thought of hurting people as just another kind of game, but it was starting to occur to him that others didn't quite see it that way. If they didn't see it as a game then what<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>they see it as? Did they see it as him just hurting people? Was that why he was in this place? Is that why they seemed to think he was crazy and give him the needle every time it looked like he was going to hurt someone?<span style="font-style: italic">But it was just a game...</span>Chase thought, pulling up his knees and hugging them, pushing his back against the wall.<span style="font-style: italic">They were all just games...</span>