Author's Note: So here's another Chase chapter. I decided to write for Chase because I had the most amazing idea in an English lesson the other day. (We're doing monologues, and I decided to base mine off of Chase's story. I should get the marks back this Wednesday.) I promise, I know exactly what's going to happen with this one, so updates should be a lot more often than the others. I think. But, as always, please review. I was really happy with the few I have had already, as I did not expect any because this is so new. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

When they told me that I was going to die, I was surprisingly calm. I used to think that when I would die, it would be peaceful, in my sleep, with my soulfinder beside me, there to soothe my fears. No. That wasn't how I was going to go. Instead I was due to go by hanging tomorrow at noon, the standard procedure for murderers, with a soulfinder who believes the net of lies that I've created.

It's really all my fault though.

They told me just before I returned to my cell. When I came in, it was clear that Rose had overheard what they had said because she gave me a hug. "Thought you'd last longer." She managed to say to me, her heavy accent mangling her words. I wasn't actually sure where she was from, but she clearly wasn't English.

"Yeah well." I muttered, clambering up to my bed and laying on it. Wow. My life was going to come to an end for something I hadn't actually done. But they didn't know that. And I'd keep that quiet, because it was me or him and I would always choose him over me. He was my little brother after all.

I must have lain there for hours. Dinner came and passed, and yet I stayed where I was. I guess Rose understood that I just needed the time to myself because she kept quiet, doing a Soduku on the bed beneath me. Eventually, something did manage to ruin my thoughts, in the form of a visitor.

When I was pushed into the visitor's room, I guess I probably should have expected him to be there. After all, they would have told him about the execution. He was standing up this time, near the barred window, and he turned quickly at the sound of my footsteps. I didn't bother to hide them. "Look who's back again." I managed to say wryly, raising an eyebrow and stopping a couple of meters away from him.

"You're being executed tomorrow." Victor stated. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, but I answered anyway.

"Yup." I popped the 'p', taking a seat at the table that we had sat at earlier today.

"And you didn't tell me?" I was getting really irritated with him. It wasn't as if I knew I was going to be killed, and why was it any of his business? Oh wait... Soulfinder. Right.

"It wasn't as if I knew." I snapped, his face devoid of emotions. "And why would I tell you anyway? You're a stranger." I added viciously, just wanting to see something cross his face. It worked - I saw a flash of hurt cross it, before it closed off again.

"You're right." He folded, something that I wouldn't have expected. The shock must have shown on my face, because he managed a small smile before he gestured for me to follow him towards the door that he must have come through. After a brief conversation, which was angry on one side. Not Vick's. He was too calm and collected for that. Eventually the door opened, and we were escorted down a further corridor, and into a different room. This one was full of guards, and a few comfortable sofas. I guessed that this was the guards' room, where they relaxed on their breaks. The guards themselves grumbled and left the room, shooting accusatory glances towards us.

"Why?" I asked quietly, watching him take a seat on a faded blue sofa. He patted the seat beside him, and it was I sat down quite cautious.

"You're right." He repeated from earlier, only gaining a confused look from me. Victor chuckled, something that I never would have expected. This day just kept getting weirder. "You're right, I am a stranger. I thought we'd get to know each other a bit." I nodded slowly, not sure what he was getting at. "I'll ask you a question, you answer, and then vice versa." He offered as an explanation. "Why don't you go first?"

We sat in silence for a bit before I came up with a mutual question that wouldn't hurt. "Any siblings?"

"Six." He replied, and continued before I could probe him for more. "I'm number three of seven. My oldest brother Trace is a cop, and Uriel's doing a course in Forensic Science." I don't think he realised it, but at some point while he was talking, he had taken my hand and was rubbing circles on the back of it. Strangely, I didn't really mind. "Will's after me, I have no idea what he's doing at the moment. Traveling, I think. Xav's studying medicine in New York." This piqued my interest, though I pretended it didn't affect me. "Yves is being a genius and is doing some work for Apple in his spare time." I looked up in time to watch him roll his eyes, though I was pretty sure it was with affection. "And Zed... Well. He's doing an engineering course at Denver University." It seemed like he had a pretty nice family. "What about you? Any siblings?"

Fondly, I recalled the last time I had seen my siblings. I was pretty sure he already knew everything about my family because he was just that sort of person, but I appreciated that he asked me about them. "I'm the oldest of seven."

"The oldest?" He sounded shocked. Okay, maybe he didn't know that.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I have five brothers and a sister. Elias is actually an author at the moment."

"Oh really?"

"Yep. He uses a pen name though, so you've probably read something of his without realising. Jonas actually runs a dating website." I felt him snort with laughter, and I focused on playing with his hand. "Lucas is next. Urm, Silas does some work for the Savant net. Tracks down some people occasionally. Brings them in for justice. Lazarus has just started at college - he's really interested in the past and stuff." I smiled, hoping that he'd not noticed that I'd brushed over Lucas. What he didn't know didn't hurt him. "And my little sister's fourteen. She's still in school, and trying to fend away boys' advances."

"Where are you from?" Vick asked, and I nudged him in the side. "Hey! What was that for?!"

"It's my turn, nosy!" I giggled. "You're American, obviously. I don't need to ask about that! What do you like so much about working for the FBI?" I was genuinely curious as to what led him to that profession.

"I like helping people." He shrugged. "Mom and Dad used to get us to help with Savant crimes. It felt like the logical next step. So, where are you from, Dr Chase?"

"I was born in America, but you already knew that."

"Yeah, but then you seem to drop off the face of the earth!"

"We moved to India not long after I was born." I reluctantly admitted. "The rest of my siblings were born out there, but have a mixture between a Welsh and an Indian accent." At his shocked expression, I added, "Mom's Welsh. Favourite thing to do?"

"I like relaxing with my family, if you can call the madness of my family relaxing." I found myself tucked under his arm, my head resting on his chest. "Favourite ice-cream?" Pulling away to look at him, I said,

"That's a really random question!"

"I find you learn the most about people with what ice cream they like." He waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh. "You still haven't answered."

"Strawberry." I decided, only for him to mock-groan.

"No! Well, I guess I can deal with that. But there're gonna be arguments with our kids over which is better." I froze, then pulled away to stand up.

"There aren't." I spoke quietly, and Victor looked confused, his indifferent mask gone.

"What?"

"There aren't going to be arguments over which one is better. We won't have kids." I ended up speaking venomously, trying to hurt him as much as possible for ruining a perfectly nice conversation. A conversation where I'd forgotten all about my impending doom. "I'm going to die tomorrow, and you're going to be alone for the rest of your life." I hissed, seeing the shock, hurt, disbelief and then the mask cross his face. I didn't know why I thought that our conversation was relaxing. He was the jerk that I thought he was when he had met earlier. "I'm going to be hung. And you didn't want a criminal as your soulfinder anyway."