So that was it? They just lined up for a moment and went back to their cells? Being out of his cell for the short time had been nice, but Chase had been hoping for something more exciting. That was a shame. Chase began walking back to his cell, his guards close behind him. He was thoroughly disappointed, so the thought of running away didn't even cross his mind. Not like he could anyway. He knew the inside of this place pretty well, but he'd been so heavily sedated when they brought him here, he had no idea where the front door was.<br/><br/>Once he was in his cell, the guards closed his door without a word. His nurse said to him right before the door was latched and locked, "You were a very good boy today, Chase."<br/><br/>He was a good boy? Chase settled down on his bed, examining his imaginary mountain range.<span style="font-style: italic">I was a good boy today...</span>he repeated in his head, then a small, happy smile graced his face. When he was smiling, and his eyes weren't dully staring like usual, he looked normal.<br/><br/>Chase was very playful in nature, and so, whenever he was in a mood where he could be spoken to, they treated him like a little kid. He didn't mind; it was better that the needles, but they didn't seem to realize that he was actually pretty intelligent. They just treated him like a nut case who still had the brain of a five year old and had to be treated with care. In reality, since he hadn't gotten much schooling before being brought here, he'd taught himself numbers and math, based off the clues all around him. He listened to how the guards pronounced the cell numbers and figured out how big numbers were read. From the sounds and letters in his own name, and hearing people read things, while seeing them written down, he'd taught himself to sound out words well enough to read. Given that he was nineteen already, one might think he was an idiot. But given how he'd taught himself all of this, with no official learning material... well, Chase was literally a genius. He could remember things from only seeing them once, and from that he'd taught himself the alphabet, among other things. But because he was... psychotic, no one would ever realize how much he actually understood.<br/><br/>Chase didn't feel like going to sleep tonight, so instead, he practiced his math. He held out his fist and raised a finger with each number he spoke quietly, "One... two... three... four..." He raised his thumb, then crossed it over his other fingers. "Five... It's a tally mark. The ones with lines are five; the thumb is the line... If I make two... I have two fives... I have ten fingers and I'm using all of them to make two fives. Two fives make ten. If I take away half of ten... half of my two hands is one hand..." he pulled away one hand, "... now I have five. Half of ten is five. Half of eight... Eight is two less than ten... I have two hands... If I take one finger from each hand... I have a total of eight... that leaves four on each hand. Half of eight is four. Two fours is eight." And he went on until he fell asleep.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>Chase woke up when he felt a light shining in his room. He looked to the doorway to see the same two guards and nurse from the other day. They were the same ones as always.<br/><br/>Chase sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Do I get to go to the rec room today?" He asked innocently.<br/><br/>His nurse smiled. If he remembered right, her name was Helen.<span style="font-style: italic">Helen,</span>he tried,<span style="font-style: italic">h..e..l..e..n. Helen.</span>"Yes, it is Thursday," she said, with her accent strong on the words.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thursday...</span>He thought. Based on what he'd heard people saying, Chase had figured out that there were seven days in a week, and knew where Thursday went. When the new boy had come, well, it had been several days now since then. "Okay," Chase said, standing up and walking out the door. He paused a moment to make sure the guards were following him, which of course they were, and continued to the rec room.<br/><br/>It was busy inside. There was at least one guard for every inmate, so the number of people in the room was more than double the number of people using the equipment. Chase went over to some dumbbells. They were chained to the wall, so they couldn't be used as practical weapons. He went to the one hundred pound dumbbell and lifted it up with relative ease. He was strong, very strong. You had to be to kill with your bare hands. Oddly enough, he was rather lean, and didn't look like the kind of person to be doing weight lifting.<br/><br/>His guards stayed at a distance and didn't interfere with him. As long as he didn't act up, they wouldn't make any moves on him.<br/><br/>After a moment, Chase saw the red head wander in, with his guard. He walked over to the boy and smiled cheerfully. "My name is Chase Hisuka," he said pleasantly. "Would you like to play with me?" His guards immediately tensed, ready to spring on the off chance the boy said yes.