Chase gave Stella a smile as she came out victorious. He nodded in agreement with Vanessa's words and then said cheerfully, "Well, you may be content to starve, but I'm not. I'd rather kill than go hungry any day."<br/><br/>The automated voice called Chase into the testing room. He gave Stella a pat on the back before turning on his heels and strolling into the chamber.<span style="font-style: italic">"Live or Al?"</span>the voice asked.<br/><br/>"I'll take live," Chase said. That doctor had said his powers were down to about a level three now. He needed to make sure he could still fight. Besides, this was the first time in a long while he'd had permission to kill someone. He might actually like it here.<br/><br/>"Chase Hisuka, Prepare," the voice said, in its unnaturally pleasant tone. A door hissed open on the wall opposite and a frightened, scrawny man stepped through. "Jason Pledge, prepare." The wall behind the man stated his crimes in big, shameful letters: drug trafficking, child abuse and assault.<br/><br/>The voice waited a moment before speaking again. "Chase Hisuka, are you ready?"<br/><br/>"Yup," he responded simply, removing his hands from his pockets and clenching and unclenching his fists.<br/><br/>"Jason Pledge, are you ready?" the voice asked.<br/><br/>"N-no!" He cried. "I'm not ready! Can we wait, like a week or two?"<br/><br/>"Request denied," the voice said pleasantly. "Prepare for battle.... Let the test begin."<br/><br/>"No!" the man cowered.<br/><br/>Chase strolled casually over to the man. "St-stay back!" he cried, holding his hands protectively in front of him.<br/><br/>"Jeez, you really are pathetic," Chase said, rolling his eyes. "You'll never win with an attitude like that." He held up his arm, the air seeming to almost shimmer slightly around it. He was boosting the strength of that arm to deliver an extra nasty punch. "I hope," he said, his eyes glinting, "that you're the kind that screams a lot."<br/><br/>The man continued to cower and Chase broke into a sprint, pulling back his arm and punching the man. He was sent flying backwards a couple feet, his lip split and his nose bleeding. Chase examined his arm with dissatisfaction. "So much weaker," he mused to himself. "A few days ago I could have sent him through the wall..."<br/><br/>Chase stepped closer to the man so that he was laying in chase's aim field. Chase imagined his willpower, what it looked like, and shaped it into hovering spikes. Soon, the air above where the man was laying seemed to ripple a bit. He cowered in fear, but was too stupid to get out of Chase's aim field.<br/><br/>"I'll be merciful," Chase said, "and try to hit all your vitals. That way, you can die quickly. Perhaps you're lucky that you're such a boring opponent."<br/><br/>Chase held up his hand, and brought it down, the semi-invisible spikes of his willpower coming down with it, piercing easily into the man's body.<span style="font-style: italic">I missed,</span>Chase thought idly. Almost all of his spikes had been off by at least an inch of where he was aiming.<span style="font-style: italic">I've dropped in both power and accuracy, but not focus... I think I'd rather be a psychopathic level four.</span><br/><br/>The automated room cleaned itself and Chase made his way out of the chamber. "Well now I'm<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>hungry," he muttered. "See you two around I guess," he said, giving them a backwards wave as he walked away.