Glass Houses
Elijah Price was locked deep in the bowels of the Asylum. Or at least that's how he thought of his situation. Truthfully, the building wasn't called an asylum, but a 'medical institute'. For that matter, it wasn't the type of architecture that had 'deep bowels' so much as pastel, if bland, concrete corridors. The clinicians that dealt with him, mental and physical, were doing their best to make him into something approximating a normal human being.
But it wouldn't work. Nothing would make his bones strong and now that he'd found David, nothing could change the fact he knew what he was, knew what his destiny, his purpose was. Knew it... bone deep. Briefly, Elijah considered maniacal laughter but then decided he wasn't that type of villain. He was calculating, industrious, and, above all, sane.
Putting him in an 'institute for the criminally insane', that implied he was mad. A madman's hard work and sacrifice wouldn't have paid off. A madman wouldn't have helped bring a real hero into the world. The authorities really didn't know what they were dealing with. But he'd show them. He'd show them all. Just as soon as he finished disabling the locks on his cell. Just a few more seconds... then the world would know the true power of Mister Glass. There! The door was open. Elijah Price took the first steps to freedom and he hardly laughed at all.
Author's notes: Weird, I don't know why I'm suddenly writing fanfiction of dubious quality again.