I come into the house, oddly the door is unlocked, did I forget to lock it? I go to the door of my cage, but the locks gone. What was the old bitch thinking? This isn't her damn house again, she doesn't own me anymore. Walking over to kitchen I see her just sitting there, like nothing is real anymore. Deserves her right. She might as well be dead. The old bitch is just dust and bones now. Grabbing a knife I go back to the door of the basement and walk downstairs, I see a light on. I look around the room and something catches my eye, my photos aren't the way I kept them. I walk over, I pick one up and examine it, and someone was here. It wasn't' Gran.

Out of the corner of my eye I see something in the closet, something that shimmered in the light. Also, it's missing the bar. I walk over, wielding the knife in my hand and rip the door open only to stumble back by the sudden impact of someone. Landing in my boxes I look up and it's that damn kid from the lost and found! The kid's trying to be the 'hero.'

I block the 'hero,' watching him, studying his every movement. Watching him flinch when I twitch the knife in my hand, I'm in control here, not him. Walking towards him, he's backing up towards the table, loosing room to go anywhere. I have him now; I'm going to end this "hero trip" of his. Lunging at him, he kicks me, letting him get away while my knife goes at a different angle. I try to grab him but he swings the bar at my ribs, the pain is not as bad as I've felt before, but a few ribs must be cracked. 'Hero' takes another swing at me but I'm fast. I slash his forearm, watching the bar drop and hit the floor loudly, holding my ribs, I run after him but he's already upstairs and out of the house.

Damn kid, I yell in anger and frustration. This is my domain. He'll regret coming near me and following my scent.

Running out of the house, I lose him. Scanning franticly around in all directions. I see the "hero" running into the subway line and I sprint down the street to catch up. Seeing him get a ticket and knowing the subway times, I casually walk over to him, not wanting to make myself obvious. I suddenly body check him when I'm close enough and he falls off the platform, hitting the tracks with a loud thud.

I see the 'hero' trying to climb out. He uses my feet as a guild to get free. Idiot. I kick him in the face, just hard enough for him to fall back, but he stays on, climbing out by my feet, I kick him harder but this time he grabs my foot, making me lose my balance and fall off the platform. I hit the tracks, feeling the rumble of the train coming, I've lost my glasses, where are they? The train is coming, every second feels like a life time and-