Tattoos and terror

   Chase winced under the piercing feeling of a needle against his skin. He quickly took a swig of whatever clear alcohol was in the bottle he was holding, letting his eyes close shut. This was about the twentieth time he had come to get a tattoo, and the man felt he deserved every painful moment given to him.

In a way, getting these tattoos was his way of punishing himself for all the women that had been killed when he could have been helping. He felt a constant pang of guilt in his stomach upon seeing his father's picture, so he tucked them all away in storage. He had also remembered each and every one of the names of his father's victims, letting himself feel even more pain.

Those names circled through his mind constantly.

"You're all done, tiger." The woman finishing up his tattoo said, lightly tapping his uninked shoulder. "It's finally finished after enough sessions."

"I'm sure i'll be back for more." Chase looked backwards into the mirror, acknowledging the flames that adorned half of his body, he sent a half smile to himself, taking another swig of alcohol.

He held up a wad of money, handing it to the woman with red dyed hair, she quickly took it, shoving it into her bra. The man stood up, almost fumbling over his feet with a slight laugh. If one thing was for sure, he had been drinking too much.

He was already experienced with the process of getting tattoos, he tended to the aftercare on his own and, if his tattoo happened to get infected, he didn't mind.

"You sure you're good to drive?" The woman asked, raising a slight brow.

"Don't worry about me, I drive better when i'm drinking." Chase grinned from ear to ear. "See you around."

Not letting the woman continue, he walked off, pushing himself out of the tattoo shop.

"Where the fuck is my car?" The Nixon man ran a hand across his face, glancing from side to side, once his eyes finally landed on it, he smiled lightly, throwing the bottle in his hand to the side. "There's my baby."

Chase made his way over, shuffling into the car carefully. The man took his keys out from his pocket, twisting it into the ignition, the sound of the car starting made him smile, breathing out a momentary sigh. Times like these felt nice, when he didn't have to think about anything bad.

"Let's see you get me home." He mumbled, kissing the wheel before shifting gears and backing out of his parking spot.

The Nixon man enjoyed the simple sound of his car rumbling, even if it signified that the old thing was breaking down. Could he buy a new car if he wanted? Yes but, there was no way in hell he'd betray his first ever car until it broke down completely.

He never gave up on the things he loved.

"I feel like Chinese food tonight." Chase turned on the radio, pumping up the music to the highest level.

He always liked to talk to himself, it kept him sane in a world that he was afraid would turn him insane. The constant stares, ridicule, the way he tortured himself for things out of control, it all built up. He had accidentally created a space in his heart full of sadness and anger.

... and it wasn't doing him any good.

Chase stepped on the gas a little harder than he intended, his car speeding up past the limit. Before long, he reached a winding road, the only thing visible being the yellow lines to guide him through the area. He drove this way often, but never while he was drunk and in the pitch black of night.

"Fuck." The man muttered, swerving to the side once he seen a deer running across the road. His car hit a tree not far from the side of the road, his heart racing as his air bag hit him in the face.

This was not good.

  Chase groaned upon seeing his mother with none other than Jason Gideon. She always had to call him whenever her son even got into the littlest amount of trouble, and while he was grateful the man was always there, he didn't like to be lectured. It was suddenly reminding him of high school, when he got detention for yelling obscenities at some kid that was bullying him, guess who was there?

"You've got to be kidding me, Chase! Jail!? What are you your f—" Donatella held her hand over her mouth at what she was about to say, she hadn't talked to or about her husband in years and she wasn't going to start now.

"I'm an adult, i'd rather not be yelled at by my mother." The Nixon man turned his head to the side. "Or any third parties."

"Who said I was going to yell?" Jason shrugged his shoulder lightly, turning to walk away.

He was always so confusing.

"Let's go." Donatella held a tight and firm grip on her son's forearm, pulling him through the lobby of the police station.

Once again, he got off scot-free, no, he hadn't been to jail before this but a part of him felt like he deserved it.

The trio made it outside, and stopped upon reaching the stone steps, Gideon waiting for the mother and son pair he had grown close to over the years.

"Do you want me to be honest?" He asked, looking straight into the eyes of the Nixon man.

"Not particularly." Chase responded dryly, dragging his tongue across his teeth.

"Well, i'm going to be, and I know you dislike me profiling you so i'll put this in the simplest of terms." Gideon paused, a look on his face like he was disappointed in himself. "You need to talk to your father, that's the only way you'll stop spiraling."

"There is no way in hell I am letting him speak to that man!" Donatella harshly stomped her foot on the ground, her mind wondering to all the dark places it could.

The same places that her sons mind wonders.

"That is the only way that he will forgive himself enough to live a constructive life." Gideon sighed. "It has to be done."

"... and what if I do? What if he gets in my head? What then?" Chase tilted his head to the side. "That man manipulated me and my mother my entire life and you think one meeting with daddy dearest is going to fix whatever is broken inside my mind?"

"Yes." Jason answered simply, his face showing absolutely no signs of emotion. "But i'd say more than one."

It was rare that he did, always being too focused on the emotions of others.

Chase was taken aback by the answer, his mind feeling like it was spinning about a million miles an hour, "I'll do it." He trusted Gideon enough to listen to his advice.

... and that day sealed his fate.

AUTHORS NOTE—
Welcome to chapter one everybody! I am sorry that Chase and Spencer have yet to interact but I feel like Chase has such a deep story line it needs to be developed properly first.

Opinions on adult Chase so far?

Hope you enjoy!