Melissa looked the fuzzy screen and the static noise entered her ears. Hayden looked around as if he was just dropped there by some purpose and just noticed Melissa there. Melissa has always wondered how Hayden got short-term memory and why was he placed in one of John's sick games. She watched Hayden with sadness as he walked along the whole perimeter of the room until he stopped in front of her.

"Hayden?" Melissa asked.

Hayden moved around her and continued walking ht perimeter, "Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure?" Hayden said stopping in front of the wall.

"How did you get short-term?"

Hayden stared at the wall for a moment and reviewed the fatal accident in his head. He remembered everything now, how he got it and why he was here.

"I got hit by a car,"

Hayden watched as a nice Mazda parked in the lot right by his rusty thing his dad called a truck. Kids surrounded the car and no doubt Kane came out with his friends. Kane was Michigan High's star, he was in all the sports and he crushed the competition by a landslide. He made fun of others that didn't make the teams which sadly included Hayden. Hayden was thin and had hardly an muscle at all. He would desperately try every time to make the teams but he would end up in the hospital with a broken bone. Hayden attempted to get out of the way as Kane walked by but Kane stuck out his foot and Hayden soon had a mouthful of dirt.

"Watch where you go," Kane sneered at Hayden who attempted to get up. Kane kicked Hayden right in the stomach and Hayden layed back in the dirt once more. Students pointed and laughed as Hayden scrambled to his feet and left.

"Hayden?" a kind gentle voice called.

Hayden turned to see Keira who had known Hayden ever since first grade.

"Are you ok?" Keira asked.

"No," Hayden mumbled lowly.

"You need to tell someone,"

Hayden laughed, "That's easy for you to say, you don't get the crap beaten out of you every day,"

Keira looked hurt and the last thing Hayden wanted to do was hurt her. He sighed and comforted her.

After school Hayden left his truck in the driveway and walked back home. The last thing he wanted was to be seen in a rusty truck when everyone is getting out of school. He never liked that thing but it was his only transportation after his mother took the car on them. He muttered aimlessly to himself about his life and how he hated it. Hayden did have a problem with doing that a lot. He would mutter when he was by himself walking home or in the truck driving, he knew he probably looked like a fool but he didn't mind. He got use to it. He crossed the street when a loud screeching nosie interrupted his muttering and a loud crack came after. Hayden felt a ton of bricks on his chest. His sight faded in and out and his head pounded like crazy. Noises of all sorts ere distant in his ears and a metallic taste filled his mouth and he wanted it out. Hayden tried to open his mouth to speak but a familiar liquid poured out and more desperate noises followed.

Hayden remembered the hospital and the kind nurses that helped him get back to health. Then he remembered the devastating news the doctor had told him about his condition.

"What did you do bad?" Melissa asked patiently.

"What do you mean?" Hayden snarled angrily.

"You must of done something in your life that you regret so.

Hayden sighed and remember quite easily.

Hayden Jarhin found himself in the middle of a small dim lighted room, a rotten flesh decaying smell entered his nose and he coughed hard. He looked around to see a tape recorder by his side that had the words 'PLAY' in white. Hayden picked up the recorder and pressed it.

"Hello Hayden," a cold voice said over the static noise, "You don't know me but I know you,"

"Huh?" Hayden said dumbly.

"You have lived you life quite easily after the accident have you? Pretending you don't remember anything when in fact you do. You know there is a method that the doctors told you which is called 'chunking.' It does allow the person with short-term memory to recall things faster and easier than people who use their illness to escape things faster like you. Well today we are going to try and use this method in our little game. As you look around you can see assorted knives and saws all pointing to you. Your task is to manoeuver around the knives and saws to the key that is laying on the table on the other side of the danger. Can you recall the message or will you be trapped in here forever? Live or die,"

And with that the tape recorder went off and the saws started up with a loud roar. Hayden panicked and accidentally moved back to have a knife stab into his arm. He cried out in pain and to anyone else that might be listening. Hayden then saw another tape recorder and played it.

"If you find this recorder and play it Hayden, it means that you forgot already which isn't good. You need to remember what I said in te first recording. Live or die, 10 more minutes to live,"

Hayden looked at the cock to see that the voice was right and he was just wasting time looking at the saws and knives that would soon be decorated with his blood. He moved slowly forward to his horror that a knife stretched out on a wire and cut his arm. He backed away quickly and started to mutter quickly to himself. He knew that he couldn't do it and he didn't know why he was here. He just wanted to get out and go home. He tried again but a group of knives joined together and left long cuts along one half of his face. He screamed loudly as he clutched his face and tried to stop the blood from flowing.

I need to do this.

Hayden sank to his knees as a knife had stretched out and stabbed right though his wrist. He wept loudly and he knew that he couldn't do it. He had never paid any attention to the doctors when they told him this and he had never actually meant for it to go so far. Hayden wanted to live another day, he wanted to tell the people he hurt that he was sorry. Hayden got to his feet with new determination and a crazy idea. He stared right past three moving knives and two whirling hacksaws.

I'm nuts

He ran as fast as he could towards the sharp objects and sped right through them. Pain surged through Hayden's body like fire, blood gushed out of his wounds and his face started to feel numb. He stood panting and looking at his doings and sighed heavily. His clothes were splattered with his blood, and other liquids. His face felt numb because of all the blood lose in his face and his lower lip was completely torn off. His arms were completely demolished as well as his legs. He had lost a shoe in the mess and the other one was half cut off so he decided to take it off completely. Hayden looked up to see a mirror right in front of him and he saw his disoriented body and wild eyes staring back at him. He screamed loudly and cried for revenge on the person who had captured him.

Hayden touched his lower lip and a tingle of pain threatened to numb his face once more. He looked at Melissa who was looking at the floor with her head in her hands and talking about 'it isn't right.' Hayden knew that she wasn't responsible for the traps because she'd be smiling right now and probably laughing her head off. He walked over to her and comforted her.

"It's not over," a cold dark voice called through a rusty speaker, "Till its over,"

Melissa and Hayden backed away from each other and then realized that John had been watching them from another room. They decided to looked at the screen to see the next victim.

A/N: Hope you liked the chapter. I will not be writing fanfics for a while because I will be away for Easter and won't be back until next wednesday. I will try to make up a chapter quickly but I probably won't download it until thruday or so. Thanks! :) Spitfire47