• Jason Padavich. Subject case number 79.

    tab The doctor looked over the files with a careful eye as she walked the halls of the asylum containment cells. Each priso- excuse me, subject, was off doing their own thing, barely noticing her. The doctor went on reading whilst she walked...

    tab 'Jason Padavich, born in London, raised in Glasgow. Son of millionaire's Reed Padavich and Delilah Padavich. Parents died when Jason was 14 years of age. He was then sent to live with his uncle Miloh. Miloh Padavich is an engineer. It is believed that he had taken Jason as an apprentice in his line of work, however, Jason himself has yet to admit this. Due to his parents apparent deaths, Jason was left with an outrageous amount of inheritance, not to be touched until he was the age of eighteen. Driven with the greed of wanting it, after getting full custody of Jason, Miloh Padavich attempted to murder Jason quietly in order to take the inheritance for himself. This failed. Leading to the arrest of his uncle Miloh, his last known relative eligible to take care of him. But by the time this had all taken place, Jason was eighteen and able to take care of himself on his own...'

    tab The doctor stopped reading and looked up, finally. She was standing in front of a cell. She punched in a code on the security device on the see through wall of the cell. Walking in, the door was secured shut behind her.

    tab The room was simple enough. The walls were white save the one with the high tech door. There was one very uncomfortable looking bed, and a metal chair in which Jason himself was secured. The guards in the room looked panicked and worried until they caught sight of the doctor. "He's all yours ma'am!" With that, they left the cell and assumed their positions outside the door.

    "You're the new doctor? Let me save you the trouble. You won't be able to 'fix' me. I'm as sane as I'll ever be."
    "If you are so sane, than you wouldn't be contained here. And you wouldn't, I would assume, need a new doctor."

    Jason smiled.

    tab He was a handsome young fellow, around the age of twenty seven. He had golden locks and gray eyes. He would indeed look normal were it not for the whole 'I'm-strapped-to-a-chair' thing.He had an intelligent face structure and a charismatic smile that was truly stunning. One could easily over look any faults his appearance had, for he had too many lovely traits.

    "Now Jason, I've gone over all your previous doctor's notes and, I want to pick up where they left off, but first, a question, if you don't mind." Here Jason attempted a shrug but the restraints proved it impossible.

    "What do you think made you lose it?"
    At this, Jason simply looked at her, knowing fully what she had meant but wishing to make her say the words herself. "Lose what, dear doctor?"
    "Oh, you know..."
    "Pray tell, I do not."
    "What made you go crazy? To put it in simple terms."
    "Ah, the question of the hour, isn't it?" answered Jason indirectly. He then looked up at the ceiling with a far off expression. "I have an idea, how about you talk about yourself, doctor, and I'll listen." The doctor impatiently answered with a quick, "That's not how it works." Jason, just as quickly replied with a, "Do you really know how it all works? You're new here." It was a statement. The last part anyway. Jason had apparently figured out already that the doctor was definitely new to her job. She let out a sigh, her first gig wasn't faring too well already... She decided to go with the generic statement, "So, tell me about yourself..."

    tab Jason heartily replied. "Anything you wish to know should be in that mighty thick folder of yours." The doctor then looked over her files again and came back with, "I want to hear your side of the story..." And so Jason succumbed.

    "Well, I believe I was... stricken with the fact that both of my parents had died. They did it to themselves, you know? A hired scientist was working on a serum for them. Everlasting youth. They told the scientist that if he could do it, make a serum that gives them everlasting youth, he would be the sole inheritor of all of their fortune when they died. My idiot parents even put it in their will. He poisoned them. Told them it was the serum and they drank it up every last drop. I ,of course, knew what had happened and decided to take it into my own hands. . ."

    Here, he stopped to look at the doctor's reaction. It was calm, cool, and very much collected.

    "Anyways, due to the fact I had no parents, I was sent to live with my uncle Miloh in glasgow. . . He taught me all sorts of things... -- he said this with a chilling smile-- One day, about four years after being under his guardianship, he tried to kill me... I suppose this could've set me off too, doctor. Or maybe... an assortment of my parents murder and my own attempted murderment made me... 'lose it'."

    The doctor felt embarrassed now, when her patient brought up her first strike in speaking with him.

    "Anyway.. after all that was over and done with, I lived on my own. Off of my parents fortune of course... There came a day i felt as if I needed to do something about the greed in this world. The greed that took my parents lives, the greed that cost my uncle's freedom. I noticed that, this greed was like a poison in the minds of others. It made them do unspeakable things in order to satisfy that greed... I decided to save them all. . . I . . . acquired seventeen strangers and, in my own mansion, I had designed a sort of. . . confinement maze. It was a great game I crafted that would strip anyone who went through the trials in it of their greed. That, or they would die. "

    The doctor decided to pipe up, "And this first run with your game, was it not the last?"

    "No, there were many others, I forget the number of people who had entered that game. . . I forget how many died of greed as well. But believe you, me, there were a great many people."

    "And then you were caught?"

    "no, and then, I was found out. A good friend of my father and mother had decided to visit me on impulse. Once she saw my little game, she opted to send me to the nearest asylum immediately, Of course there was speculation that I be sent to a jailhouse instead, however, I am under the impression that the money I come from was sent forth as a bribe to judges to let them see that I need 'help' not punishment. And.... here I am. Being let out at an exact time every day to interact with nature and the... other , more 'sane' individuals of this great confinement. Being met by a doctor once every two days. . . Ah, life certainly isn't what it used to be. . ."

    "Finished?"

    "Quite."