Pain

Chase walked back up the many stairs and back down the long hallways to his room. He was tired, but he didn't care. It was well worth his effort to humiliate "The Great Caleb Danvers," and of course he did enjoy it. There was a certain satisfaction to breaking those who "couldn't be broken." He smiled to himself as he walked, breathing heavily. He thought back to all that he had done down in the dungeon, and couldn't help but smile even more.

He had just about reached the door to his room, when it swung open, and Tyler flew out and down towards him. "Look you crazy freak, I don't know what you're trying to pull, but it's not gonna work. Theres no way in hell that I'm gonna buy this shit and join up with you. You think I don't know what you're trying to do?" He was panting slightly, and looked as though he was about to explode. The pure rage in his eyes was clearly evident, and radiated outward from him.

Chase was surprised to see him in such a state, it was almost like he had just been waiting, letting his anger build for the last few hours. He scoffed, trying to act confused. "Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Do you think I really need you to join me? No, I think I'm doing fine on my own, wouldn't you say?" He smirked, but behind his fake smile, there was worry, and what else... maybe even hurt? It was impossible for Tyler to tell, but he knew that something was up, and that for Chase, things were not going according to plan.

Chase gave him a quick smirk, then walked past him and into the room. Tyler stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, then he clicked back to reality and ran back into the room after him. "Hey! I'm not finished" he said, grabbing onto Chase's shoulder.

Chase grabbed the hand by the wrist and spun around. "Yeah? Well I am." Chase thrust Tyler's hand back at him, then walked towards the fire. He sat down in one of the large plush chairs. There was a quiet, tired sadness in his eyes, one that Tyler had not seen before. It was confusing to him, a side that he had never seen of Chase. He sighed, and sat down in the other chair beside him.

"What is it that you want?" said Tyler. Chase then had to think. What did he want? He thought back to when Caleb had asked him that very same question, and what what he had said. Power. But it wasn't about that anymore. No, now the game pieces had shifted. Things were different now. Now... now it was about revenge. And maybe something more, but now even Chase no longer knew what it was all about. For now, he was just doing it because he could.

Chase sighed and stood up, heading over to the bed. "I don't know right now... Look, you I don't have a problem with. It's them... they only care about their own power and completely over look you always. They don't care about you Tyler!"

"You're wrong!" Tyler yelled across the room at him. He was breathing heavily, as though he had gotten tired from just arguing about his friends. He knew though, that there was some truth to the statement. Chase was saying what he had just spent the last 2 hours thinking, but he wasn't going to be convinced by him.

He sighed, then said "Let me see one of them... any of them. I dont care who. I just need to talk to one of them..." He looked over to Chase. Chase sat up and swung his legs back over the side, staring into the fire.

He nodded slowly after a moment and said "Caleb. Come with me." With that, they both stood up, walked towards the door, and left the room.
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Tyler walked into the room where Caleb was held. It was dark, and cold. He could hardly see where he was stepping, only a small amount of light graced the room, directly over Caleb.

"My gods..." Tyler said. "Caleb... Caleb you're a mess! What the hell happened to you, you look at least 3 times dead by now..." He looked the man up and down, noticing that he was having a lot of trouble breathing. Caleb looked up at him feebly, trying not to move his neck.

"Chase happened to me..." he said. His voice was very hoarse. He really looked horrible. There was blood running down his chest and arms, along with that which had dried and cracked on his skin. His lips were stained with the crimson liquid as well, and his eyes were puffed up. He was covered in welt's and bruises, and looked as though he had been beaten thuroughly with a whip. He had at least 2 broken ribs to top it all off.

Caleb let his head fall back down to where it was before, then continued "While you were resting comfortably up in that sick-fuck's room, I was down here. Freezing. Chained. Beaten! While YOU, baby-boy, were sleeping off that punch he hit you with to nock you out, I was down here being tortured! You know sometimes I don't know whats running through your head. Are you stupid? Have you even been trying to get us out of here so I can kick his ass back to where it belongs?

"You think I dont want to get out of here?!" said Tyler, trying and failing to keep control of his temper. Caleb was out of his mind, and was pissing him off very quickly.

"I think you aren't thinking about whats best for me... for Pogue and Reid and I. I think you don't care about what's going on here, that you only care about yourself. You haven't been treated badly, so you dont have any real reason to want to leave." said Caleb, his eyes wild.

"And do you think I've EVER felt that you have in mind what might be best for me?! It's always been what you want, you've always tried to control me, put me down. All because I'm the youngest. Well you know what? Thats not my fault, and its not my problem. Just because I'm younger than the rest of you doesnt mean I'm weaker! You never even give me a chance, just assume that I'm doing everything that I do because I'm young and stupid or something. Well you know what? IM SICK OF IT! I'm tired of you always trying to make yourself into a king, telling us all what to do because you're the oldest! And I dont want to deal with it anymore!"

Tyler was panting by the time he finished his rant. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew now that Chase had been right about them all along, that they only cared about themselves, and he HAD had enough. He whirled around, and walked towards the door. He didn't even want to see Caleb now.

"Tyler! Where the hell are you going now?" Caleb yelled across the room to him. "What, do you not believe me? You think I'm making this up? I suppose then that you wouldn't believe me if I told you that he made me give him a blow job too?"

Tyler paused a moment before he opened the door. He turned to look at Caleb, who had looked up towards him. He tilted his head to the side, then scoffed, opening the door. He stood in the door frame for a moment, turned back, then quietly said "... no." and shut the door, leaving Caleb screaming for him to come back and listen to reason. But Tyler heard none of it. He didn't want to.