Brick had been pacing back and forth in his room for almost an hour. His confrontation with Boomer burning in his mind, making him question his entire outlook on everything he'd ever known. He thought he knew his brothers, thought they were close. But the Boomer he'd seen in there was defiantly not the one he knew. And what about all these years of what he called fun? Were those, to, not what he had thought?

"Dammit!" Brick growled as he fell back onto his bed. 'This total bull…' Brick was smart. Not book-smart like Blossom, he didn't attend school or study at all, but normally situations like this were nothing for him to figure out. And he still didn't know what to do. 'Boomer likes to exaggerate, but what if he's right?' the thought popped into his head many times, and made him feel some horrid feeling that he'd never before experienced, and when he thought about what Boomer said about his and Butch's fun…

Boomer had to be wrong, that was all there was to it. 'Why don't I go check the kid out myself?' Brick smacked himself in the forehead. "Duh." He was annoyed with himself for not thinking of it earlier, but quickly got over it as he cruised out his window towards the hospital. As the cool night air swept passed him, Brick looked down at the glowing town beneath him. Cars crept along like ants far below and the lights in the building gave it an artful look that from above looked almost surreal. "Huh…" Brick began to feel better as he watched the scenery below, and wondered how he could've overlooked something as cool as that for so long. Caught in his new appreciation for Townsville, he almost passed the hospital. He flew low and dropped onto the roof. 'Kay, lets figure out were this kid is.' Brick closed his eyes and focused. He had the ability to feel brain waves and through this he could read thoughts, so finding the right kid would be easy. Several minutes passed before Bricks crimson eyes snapped open and he hovered down several floors and to left several windows, until he found the one he wanted, which was conveniently left open. He glided in and slowly hovered towards the lone bed.

Both of the boys arms were in casts, he wore a neck brace, he had bandages over the left side of his face, covering his eye, and his entire right leg was elevated and in a cast. Brick winced and Boomer's voice echoed in his head, "Normal guys don't heal as fast as we do Brick!" This made him feel sick to his stomach, and thank God that the kid was asleep. He had no idea what he'd say if the poor child were awake. "…sorry, kid." Brick whispered, as he stared on, in total disgust of the crime he'd committed. Now he understood why the girls always got in the way of him and his brothers. Roughing them up was no big deal, but regular people had no way to defend themselves. They were fragile, and one punch, hell one love tap, would be like a bullet through paper. He could've easily killed this kid, without even meaning to.

'Oh, God, Booms was right… my whole life I've been fuckin' people up like this!' suddenly Brick's vision blurred, and his head spun wildly, as blinding pain shot through it. He fell to his knees, and despite feeling the floor beneath him, he felt as though he was flying. 'Please, stoooooop!' he felt himself scream, though it wasn't his voice. He felt intense pain in his ankle, and then felt as though he was hurtling through the air. His vision began to clear a little but what he saw was not the hospital, but the vague shapes of City Park far below. Brick felt jerked around and he could hear a familiar voice call, "Hey, check this out!" For a second brick could feel his entire body ache. His arms were agony, his ribs had to be broken, his head was killing him, but the pain in his ankle was epic, almost drowning out the other pains. Then an unbearably loud noise sounded. Brick covered his ears, but it was useless, as the noise was replaced by utter and complete silence.

All at once everything was back to normal. Brick was kneeling on the hospital floor, sweating profusely. He looked up at the boy's sleeping form and tears welled in his eyes. 'That…' Brick looked down at his hands, realizing that he had just relived some of what he and Butch had done to that boy. That horrible feeling came back, and this time he knew it was guilt. 'What have I done…' it wasn't just the guilt from this one life he ruined, but the collective weight of eleven years of sinning. In a deep red flash Brick was gone, out the window and across town.

Brick had no idea how long he had been laying on his bed. Hours? Days? It didn't matter. He could lie there and rot for eternity for all he cared. What else could he do? Be a hero now? Try to redeem himself? The people would never accept him with all the trouble he'd caused over the years. Besides, he wasn't built to be a good guy; he'd probably do more harm than good. No, this was the best way to help the world was to keep away from it.

"Why, Brick," the red ruff bolted to his feet and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the effeminate voice drifted, not through the room, but through his skull. "What ever has got you so down?" Brick spun around to see none other than Him sitting cross-legged near the headboard of his bed.

"The hell do you want?" Brick's eyes were narrow with distain. He had never liked the freak, not even when he was a bad guy.

"Why, Brick, I'm only checking in on you," Him said with fake hurt in his voice. "Can't a loving father check in on his son?"

"…I won't even bother to explain all the things wrong with that question, now get the fuck outta my room." The red ruff growled.

The demon shrugged. "Fine, have it your way. Just let me know when you finally decide to give up." And with that, the red beast was gone in a wisp of pink smoke, leaving a very confused ruff behind.

"The hell was that about…" Brick wasn't sure. 'And what did he mean by "give up"?' The event was rather perplexing, but he eventually decided it was just one of Him's tricks, trying to keep him a bad guy. With a sigh, the red one fell back on his bed, and closed his eyes in deep thought about the entire situation. After nearly an hour, his eyes opened again. 'Maybe I can help people.' He sat up. 'I won't be no hero, I'll never be… and redemption is definite no… but maybe I could do some good, right?' a grin spread across his face. 'Yeah. I go somewhere no one knows me, and they might trust me easier.' He clapped and stood up. "Yeah, lets do this!" He quickly gathered up his things and headed for the window, but stooped looking back at his room a second. 'What'll Boomer say when he realizes I'm gone? …he pro'bly won't even care. Boomer...' "Sorry." He whispered as he took off into the midnight sky.