Original - Break for Freedom
Title: Break for Freedom
Fandom: Original (Archangel Initiative)
Pairing: Matthias E. Chase/Knives
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: G to NC-17
Warning[s]: slash, sex, violence, some run-on sentences
X-Posted at my fic journal: ardendieux
#01 - Comfort
Knives often wonders if he’s becoming sick in the head, because ever since that day Chase shot a shifty individual trying to get into his pants in the balls, the gunfighter’s presence has been somewhat of a comfort.
#02 - Kiss
When they kiss their noses bump together and they laugh at the sheer clumsiness of their lips attempting the merge over and over, Chase remains firm in his belief that he would never trade this for all the passionate encounters in the world.
#03 - Soft
He knows he’s going soft when rather than gunning down his superiors far daring to contradict him; he politely takes their insults into stride, privately making a mental note to tell the bloody assassin off for being such a fucking bad influence.
#04 - Pain
The pain that aches dully under his ribcage when he realizes he’s being replaced by a woman is worse than any bullet wound he’s ever encountered.
#05 - Potatoes
Potatoes are the best artillery next to poultry - at least that’s what Chase had told him; Knives wasn’t sure he had the courage to dare ask if the gunfighter was being serious.
#06 - Rain
Chase hated the rain at one point; at least until a particularly interesting storm resulted in making love in an empty field, where completely drenched and mud-slicked, Knives had kissed him like the world was at its end.
#07 - Chocolate
The Intelligence Agent had once said quite devilishly that he was always open to bribes, but connoisseur dark chocolate was expensive, and Knives couldn’t afford to indulge him every time he needed a favour.
#08 - Happiness
Money couldn’t buy you happiness, but blackmail certainly could, and with sex as an added bonus, Chase vaguely wondered who the fuck needed money anyway?
#09 - Telephone
Luc is seriously considering throwing the telephone out the window, because as he told Knives, if Chase called up one more time to initiate phone-sex he was going to break the receiver over the bastard’s head.
#10 - Ears
Chase’s ears were long, slender and pierced in every way imaginable; Knives also discovered that, if they were nuzzled or rubbed in just the right way, he could reduce the sharp-tongued agent to a purring, quivering mass of raw nerves.
#11 - Name
Knives was a bloodthirsty, hated name for a human weapon, he’d always thought so, and was rather surprised when a certain Intelligence agent had remarked it to be quite fitting for the man who had successfully pierced his heart.
#12 - Sensual
Dinner was a fancy affair, a clandestine caress in every touch, teasing and sensual, and just when Knives would be close to falling for him, Chase would ruin the moment by standing up and shouting obscenities at the waiter for providing them with less than adequate alcohol to get totally smashed.
#13 - Death
Being immortal meant never having to take death seriously, but watching Knives age, time etching its decay onto his strong features, filled him with an aching despair so terrible it made his heart crack wide in his chest.
#14 - Sex
At first it was rough, violent and pure feeling, and while the lovemaking wasn’t always earth-shattering, lying there with Knives, kissing and touching and clinging in the remnants of hazy, sticky sex, made his head spin so fast he almost wanted to stop the world and get off; almost.
#15 - Touch
Chase had worried about touch at first, nervous that he’d accidentally end up burning him, but when Knives squeezed his hand, it was rough; blistered, mutilated and scarred in so many intentional ways he didn’t even want to imagine, and that crushed any thoughts of fire into the pit of his stomach.
#16 - Weakness
The gunfighter didn’t seem to have a physical weakness, at least until Knives jabbed his fingers into his ribs during sex, a feat that made him discover that ticklish people had really mind-blowing orgasms.
#17 - Tears
He had prided himself in being above tears, but that night, after Knives’ wedding, feeling nauseatingly sick and abandoned, Chase had stumbled into the shower, turned the water up to scalding and cried his heart out as he burned, trying to drown himself head and neck under the spray.
#18 - Speed
Knives was fast, his movements quick even to the trained eye, a speed that was essential in a fight, but by the time he raised his arm Chase had already rolled his eyes and shot the man dead; what sort of idiot brought a dagger into a gunfight anyway?
#19 - Wind
Wind makes flames spread; it was the only thing Knives really worried about when they were dining outside the El Dorado, because Chase didn’t need the wind’s aid to set their tablecloth on fire.
#20 - Freedom
When the agent first came to him with his serpentine smiles and his deliberately obtuse assurances, he had also promised him freedom; looking back on it all, as they sit together on the cathedral roof drinking wine and laughing, Knives realizes he’s already free, and has no idea what he’d do with his physical freedom once he gains it anyway.
#21 - Life
Mortal life is as bright as a shining star, one that quickly burns out, and leaves Chase feeling that if that star was Knives, he’d want nothing more than to crash and burn with him, so they could fall together from the earthly sky and land up somewhere in Heaven.
#22 - Jealousy
Chase has no qualms on voicing his jealousy; he’s fiercely protective, rude and just a little bit scared, and so Knives holds him and promises there will never be anyone else, but Chase always looks him in the eyes and kisses him, whispering against his lips that Knives was the world’s worst fucking liar and all that aside, he was here first to begin with.
#23 - Hands
When Knives had been shot in the hand, he had trembled for weeks on end, a trauma heightened only by his pain, and when they lay together in bed afterwards his hands had curled around Chase’s own so tight, the gunfighter had raised the injured appendage to his chest, and pressed the two palms flat together.
#24 - Taste
His lips taste like cigarette smoke and flames, a feeling that leaves him hot and breathless, especially when Chase cups his face in his hands and kisses him with utter abandon.
#25 - Devotion
Knives has seen him at work, the gunfighter works meticulously hard at anything that he figures is worth actually working FOR, but his absolute devotion to this strange courtship of theirs is border-lining on scary, because he’s only ever seen such an expression on the agent’s face when he was shooting some poor bastard or blowing things up.
#26 - Forever
He can’t even begin to fathom the significance of forever, of spending eternity with the person you love; with Chase it is just the opposite, his expression one that always seems to say that there’s no such thing as eternity if Knives isn’t in it.
#27 - Blood
The CSI had spread the rumour first, saying that he had the exotic blood red eyes of a demon- Chase had begged to differ of course, and had compared his eyes to ruby red rock candy; a hot, molten sweet, melt-in-your-mouth kind of sexy, exceptionally prominent, the agent had grinned, after Knives had just been thoroughly fucked about 3 or 4 times.
#28 - Sickness
The one time Chase had gotten sick his fever had risen so high that had he been a normal human being, he’d have died from overheating- he seemed to be even more of a bastard in sickness, and all manners of trying to coax sex from Knives to ‘break the fever’ were countered with a slap of a cold towel on his forehead and a snide remark that there was no way in hell Chase was going to stick a hot cattle prod up Knives’ ass in this condition.
#29 - Melody
Chase never sang prettily, even though he had the voice for it, claiming it was a waste of fun, but for Knives, he would serenade a melody any day, encouraged or not, and it was rarely ever the former.
#30 - Star
Knives had once explained a foolish mortal ideal to him, that when people died, their souls went on to be stars, and Chase had decidedly declared that he hated those stupid fiery balls of gas, and had pulled Knives down on top of him, trying to anchor him down from the force that would eventually make him one of those bright lights in Heaven.
#31 - Home
When he had returned from his mission bloodied, sore and just about ready to screw the world, Knives had smiled and welcomed him home, causing a bubble of something RIGHT to explode in his chest, which led to him spending the next 10 minutes whirling the assassin around the room, laughing, until they both collapsed to the floor from dizziness.
#32 - Confusion
Chase really didn’t understand the confusion of drunkards and their ability to make complete fools of themselves since he could avoid hangovers by simply dissolving the alcohol in his bloodstream, but that didn’t really matter right now, because drunk or not, Knives was acting like one HOT piece of ass in that red dress, and that ‘come hither’ expression on his face as he scissored his legs on the bed, grinning at Chase, could only be ignored for so much longer.
#33 - Fear
For Knives, fear was having the barrel of a gun pressed so firmly to his head it was making the tendons on his neck stretch to breaking, for Chase, fear was that tiny millisecond of hesitation he could not afford because if he did, he knew he would end up shooting Knives and not the bastard behind him.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
Thunder was Chase’s temperance in its boldest form, fierce and intimidating enough to rattle a building to its core, just like lightning was the flash behind his golden eyes, beautiful and unpredictable, but deadly the moment it struck you; you would survive of course, if you were lucky.
#35 - Bonds
It was the little things that mattered most, and though Chase never spoke of them, the bonds they had formed had been 6 months of all kinds of wonderful, and he was unwilling to voice his suspicion lest it meant having to factor in a few casualties, like spending the night on the couch.
#36 - Market
The first time he had entered an Exalvsian marketplace, he had nearly drowned in a sea of disgusting bodies, loud noise and the pungent smell of livestock and spices; he hadn’t dared go back until Knives dragged him there bodily, and though the situation had in no way improved, he had wandered the place with a giddy smile on his face, his fingers entangled tightly with his would-be lover’s, all repulse forgotten.
#37 - Technology
She was his bitch by all rights, and her temptations were volatile- uneducated souls like Knives would never understand his mistress, Chase would think, sighing forlornly when the assassin had given him the strangest look when he had produced a sleek silver pen that looked like it could exceed the speed limit; really technology was lost on fools who didn’t appreciate the benefits of stationary that could write underwater.
#38 - Gift
He hadn’t been expecting it, not for Christmas or any other occasion that called for gift-giving in the year as the idea of presents were lost on him, but Knives got him one anyway; the best gift of all, he realized, wasn’t the one in the box, but the one that had laughed and allowed him to tie ribbons in his hair, and whose arms had shivered in delight around his neck as they rolled in the snow and kissed until their cheeks were pinched red with cold.
#39 - Smile
When Chase smiled, which he seemed to be doing a lot nowadays, it was predatory and dangerous, his laughter sharp and full of wicked spark; that sort of insanity was infectious, and it took Knives an awful long time before he could finally admit that wasn’t always a bad thing.
#40 - Innocence
If there had been a picture in the dictionary of what it looked like to lose your innocence, Chase knew Knives’ picture would be there, clearly labelled and everything, and when he would look at the definitions there would be a typing error, there always was; he knew this too, firsthand, because no matter what torment passed the assassin by, the weight of sin never seemed to tarnish his soul.
#41 - Completion
Completion was sitting there, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, unable to tell where one of them started and the other began, Knives face hidden in the crook of his neck and their hands tangled in his lap.
#42 - Clouds
Chase spent the majority of his time with his head up in the clouds, as Knives often said, rolling his eyes, but when he asked what he had been dreaming about, the gunfighter had only given him a sleepy look, and a dirty secretive smile that made him hastily take back his question, face red with mortification.
#43 - Sky
The way he would stare at the skies with such a deep longing was almost painful- Chase having understood how it felt to want something you knew you could never have had excused himself and returned with a small stone and a candid grin on his face; it was a pretty robin’s egg blue, his very own slice of sky.
#44 - Heaven
Knives spoke of it often, that place of euphoria you were supposed to go after you left the world of the living, and when he asked Chase about it the gunfighter had made a noncommittal noise and kissed his palm, saying that he didn’t give a flying fuck, because his Heaven was right here.
#45 - Hell
Being an assassin often meant having to go to hell and back, being the military agent trying to keep him alive was ten times worse, because there was always that sickening dread in his stomach when Knives left for a mission, knowing that for him, Hell meant wondering if he was ever going to come back.
#46 - Sun
Chase was pale, he had no qualms about that, he couldn’t get a tan even if he really wanted to; Knives though, was dark and sun-kissed, exotic and a million kinds of hot, and nothing pleased the agent more than playing with the assassin’s hair in the afterglow, looping the naturally bleached ends around his fingers and inhaling their warmth as they brushed against his lips.
#47 - Moon
Knives wasn’t at all surprised to find that Chase howled at the moon, just because he could; what amazed him more was the way the pale light melted across his features, making him seem like he was beautiful, liquid marble.
#48 - Waves
When Chase would remark he was going to make waves, Knives knew he should have guessed he had meant great big balls of fire, because after all, burning things pleased Chase and he would hardly go near water unless it somehow involved Knives, a bathtub and lots of slippery, bubble-bath sex.
#49 - Hair
It would have been nice, Knives mused exasperatedly, after waking up to another morning and nearly having a heart attack over the creature in his bed (whose head was today a brilliant shade of purple); had not Chase discovered his fondness of hair dye and peroxide.
#50 - Supernova
Knives often thought the most brilliant example of a star going ‘supernova’ was when Chase lost his temper and ignited into a luminous display of flames, swearing he was going to barbecue any soul within reaching distance to kingdom come if they even so much as thought of telling him to ‘chill’.
Fandom: Original (Archangel Initiative)
Pairing: Matthias E. Chase/Knives
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: G to NC-17
Warning[s]: slash, sex, violence, some run-on sentences
X-Posted at my fic journal: ardendieux
#01 - Comfort
Knives often wonders if he’s becoming sick in the head, because ever since that day Chase shot a shifty individual trying to get into his pants in the balls, the gunfighter’s presence has been somewhat of a comfort.
#02 - Kiss
When they kiss their noses bump together and they laugh at the sheer clumsiness of their lips attempting the merge over and over, Chase remains firm in his belief that he would never trade this for all the passionate encounters in the world.
#03 - Soft
He knows he’s going soft when rather than gunning down his superiors far daring to contradict him; he politely takes their insults into stride, privately making a mental note to tell the bloody assassin off for being such a fucking bad influence.
#04 - Pain
The pain that aches dully under his ribcage when he realizes he’s being replaced by a woman is worse than any bullet wound he’s ever encountered.
#05 - Potatoes
Potatoes are the best artillery next to poultry - at least that’s what Chase had told him; Knives wasn’t sure he had the courage to dare ask if the gunfighter was being serious.
#06 - Rain
Chase hated the rain at one point; at least until a particularly interesting storm resulted in making love in an empty field, where completely drenched and mud-slicked, Knives had kissed him like the world was at its end.
#07 - Chocolate
The Intelligence Agent had once said quite devilishly that he was always open to bribes, but connoisseur dark chocolate was expensive, and Knives couldn’t afford to indulge him every time he needed a favour.
#08 - Happiness
Money couldn’t buy you happiness, but blackmail certainly could, and with sex as an added bonus, Chase vaguely wondered who the fuck needed money anyway?
#09 - Telephone
Luc is seriously considering throwing the telephone out the window, because as he told Knives, if Chase called up one more time to initiate phone-sex he was going to break the receiver over the bastard’s head.
#10 - Ears
Chase’s ears were long, slender and pierced in every way imaginable; Knives also discovered that, if they were nuzzled or rubbed in just the right way, he could reduce the sharp-tongued agent to a purring, quivering mass of raw nerves.
#11 - Name
Knives was a bloodthirsty, hated name for a human weapon, he’d always thought so, and was rather surprised when a certain Intelligence agent had remarked it to be quite fitting for the man who had successfully pierced his heart.
#12 - Sensual
Dinner was a fancy affair, a clandestine caress in every touch, teasing and sensual, and just when Knives would be close to falling for him, Chase would ruin the moment by standing up and shouting obscenities at the waiter for providing them with less than adequate alcohol to get totally smashed.
#13 - Death
Being immortal meant never having to take death seriously, but watching Knives age, time etching its decay onto his strong features, filled him with an aching despair so terrible it made his heart crack wide in his chest.
#14 - Sex
At first it was rough, violent and pure feeling, and while the lovemaking wasn’t always earth-shattering, lying there with Knives, kissing and touching and clinging in the remnants of hazy, sticky sex, made his head spin so fast he almost wanted to stop the world and get off; almost.
#15 - Touch
Chase had worried about touch at first, nervous that he’d accidentally end up burning him, but when Knives squeezed his hand, it was rough; blistered, mutilated and scarred in so many intentional ways he didn’t even want to imagine, and that crushed any thoughts of fire into the pit of his stomach.
#16 - Weakness
The gunfighter didn’t seem to have a physical weakness, at least until Knives jabbed his fingers into his ribs during sex, a feat that made him discover that ticklish people had really mind-blowing orgasms.
#17 - Tears
He had prided himself in being above tears, but that night, after Knives’ wedding, feeling nauseatingly sick and abandoned, Chase had stumbled into the shower, turned the water up to scalding and cried his heart out as he burned, trying to drown himself head and neck under the spray.
#18 - Speed
Knives was fast, his movements quick even to the trained eye, a speed that was essential in a fight, but by the time he raised his arm Chase had already rolled his eyes and shot the man dead; what sort of idiot brought a dagger into a gunfight anyway?
#19 - Wind
Wind makes flames spread; it was the only thing Knives really worried about when they were dining outside the El Dorado, because Chase didn’t need the wind’s aid to set their tablecloth on fire.
#20 - Freedom
When the agent first came to him with his serpentine smiles and his deliberately obtuse assurances, he had also promised him freedom; looking back on it all, as they sit together on the cathedral roof drinking wine and laughing, Knives realizes he’s already free, and has no idea what he’d do with his physical freedom once he gains it anyway.
#21 - Life
Mortal life is as bright as a shining star, one that quickly burns out, and leaves Chase feeling that if that star was Knives, he’d want nothing more than to crash and burn with him, so they could fall together from the earthly sky and land up somewhere in Heaven.
#22 - Jealousy
Chase has no qualms on voicing his jealousy; he’s fiercely protective, rude and just a little bit scared, and so Knives holds him and promises there will never be anyone else, but Chase always looks him in the eyes and kisses him, whispering against his lips that Knives was the world’s worst fucking liar and all that aside, he was here first to begin with.
#23 - Hands
When Knives had been shot in the hand, he had trembled for weeks on end, a trauma heightened only by his pain, and when they lay together in bed afterwards his hands had curled around Chase’s own so tight, the gunfighter had raised the injured appendage to his chest, and pressed the two palms flat together.
#24 - Taste
His lips taste like cigarette smoke and flames, a feeling that leaves him hot and breathless, especially when Chase cups his face in his hands and kisses him with utter abandon.
#25 - Devotion
Knives has seen him at work, the gunfighter works meticulously hard at anything that he figures is worth actually working FOR, but his absolute devotion to this strange courtship of theirs is border-lining on scary, because he’s only ever seen such an expression on the agent’s face when he was shooting some poor bastard or blowing things up.
#26 - Forever
He can’t even begin to fathom the significance of forever, of spending eternity with the person you love; with Chase it is just the opposite, his expression one that always seems to say that there’s no such thing as eternity if Knives isn’t in it.
#27 - Blood
The CSI had spread the rumour first, saying that he had the exotic blood red eyes of a demon- Chase had begged to differ of course, and had compared his eyes to ruby red rock candy; a hot, molten sweet, melt-in-your-mouth kind of sexy, exceptionally prominent, the agent had grinned, after Knives had just been thoroughly fucked about 3 or 4 times.
#28 - Sickness
The one time Chase had gotten sick his fever had risen so high that had he been a normal human being, he’d have died from overheating- he seemed to be even more of a bastard in sickness, and all manners of trying to coax sex from Knives to ‘break the fever’ were countered with a slap of a cold towel on his forehead and a snide remark that there was no way in hell Chase was going to stick a hot cattle prod up Knives’ ass in this condition.
#29 - Melody
Chase never sang prettily, even though he had the voice for it, claiming it was a waste of fun, but for Knives, he would serenade a melody any day, encouraged or not, and it was rarely ever the former.
#30 - Star
Knives had once explained a foolish mortal ideal to him, that when people died, their souls went on to be stars, and Chase had decidedly declared that he hated those stupid fiery balls of gas, and had pulled Knives down on top of him, trying to anchor him down from the force that would eventually make him one of those bright lights in Heaven.
#31 - Home
When he had returned from his mission bloodied, sore and just about ready to screw the world, Knives had smiled and welcomed him home, causing a bubble of something RIGHT to explode in his chest, which led to him spending the next 10 minutes whirling the assassin around the room, laughing, until they both collapsed to the floor from dizziness.
#32 - Confusion
Chase really didn’t understand the confusion of drunkards and their ability to make complete fools of themselves since he could avoid hangovers by simply dissolving the alcohol in his bloodstream, but that didn’t really matter right now, because drunk or not, Knives was acting like one HOT piece of ass in that red dress, and that ‘come hither’ expression on his face as he scissored his legs on the bed, grinning at Chase, could only be ignored for so much longer.
#33 - Fear
For Knives, fear was having the barrel of a gun pressed so firmly to his head it was making the tendons on his neck stretch to breaking, for Chase, fear was that tiny millisecond of hesitation he could not afford because if he did, he knew he would end up shooting Knives and not the bastard behind him.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
Thunder was Chase’s temperance in its boldest form, fierce and intimidating enough to rattle a building to its core, just like lightning was the flash behind his golden eyes, beautiful and unpredictable, but deadly the moment it struck you; you would survive of course, if you were lucky.
#35 - Bonds
It was the little things that mattered most, and though Chase never spoke of them, the bonds they had formed had been 6 months of all kinds of wonderful, and he was unwilling to voice his suspicion lest it meant having to factor in a few casualties, like spending the night on the couch.
#36 - Market
The first time he had entered an Exalvsian marketplace, he had nearly drowned in a sea of disgusting bodies, loud noise and the pungent smell of livestock and spices; he hadn’t dared go back until Knives dragged him there bodily, and though the situation had in no way improved, he had wandered the place with a giddy smile on his face, his fingers entangled tightly with his would-be lover’s, all repulse forgotten.
#37 - Technology
She was his bitch by all rights, and her temptations were volatile- uneducated souls like Knives would never understand his mistress, Chase would think, sighing forlornly when the assassin had given him the strangest look when he had produced a sleek silver pen that looked like it could exceed the speed limit; really technology was lost on fools who didn’t appreciate the benefits of stationary that could write underwater.
#38 - Gift
He hadn’t been expecting it, not for Christmas or any other occasion that called for gift-giving in the year as the idea of presents were lost on him, but Knives got him one anyway; the best gift of all, he realized, wasn’t the one in the box, but the one that had laughed and allowed him to tie ribbons in his hair, and whose arms had shivered in delight around his neck as they rolled in the snow and kissed until their cheeks were pinched red with cold.
#39 - Smile
When Chase smiled, which he seemed to be doing a lot nowadays, it was predatory and dangerous, his laughter sharp and full of wicked spark; that sort of insanity was infectious, and it took Knives an awful long time before he could finally admit that wasn’t always a bad thing.
#40 - Innocence
If there had been a picture in the dictionary of what it looked like to lose your innocence, Chase knew Knives’ picture would be there, clearly labelled and everything, and when he would look at the definitions there would be a typing error, there always was; he knew this too, firsthand, because no matter what torment passed the assassin by, the weight of sin never seemed to tarnish his soul.
#41 - Completion
Completion was sitting there, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, unable to tell where one of them started and the other began, Knives face hidden in the crook of his neck and their hands tangled in his lap.
#42 - Clouds
Chase spent the majority of his time with his head up in the clouds, as Knives often said, rolling his eyes, but when he asked what he had been dreaming about, the gunfighter had only given him a sleepy look, and a dirty secretive smile that made him hastily take back his question, face red with mortification.
#43 - Sky
The way he would stare at the skies with such a deep longing was almost painful- Chase having understood how it felt to want something you knew you could never have had excused himself and returned with a small stone and a candid grin on his face; it was a pretty robin’s egg blue, his very own slice of sky.
#44 - Heaven
Knives spoke of it often, that place of euphoria you were supposed to go after you left the world of the living, and when he asked Chase about it the gunfighter had made a noncommittal noise and kissed his palm, saying that he didn’t give a flying fuck, because his Heaven was right here.
#45 - Hell
Being an assassin often meant having to go to hell and back, being the military agent trying to keep him alive was ten times worse, because there was always that sickening dread in his stomach when Knives left for a mission, knowing that for him, Hell meant wondering if he was ever going to come back.
#46 - Sun
Chase was pale, he had no qualms about that, he couldn’t get a tan even if he really wanted to; Knives though, was dark and sun-kissed, exotic and a million kinds of hot, and nothing pleased the agent more than playing with the assassin’s hair in the afterglow, looping the naturally bleached ends around his fingers and inhaling their warmth as they brushed against his lips.
#47 - Moon
Knives wasn’t at all surprised to find that Chase howled at the moon, just because he could; what amazed him more was the way the pale light melted across his features, making him seem like he was beautiful, liquid marble.
#48 - Waves
When Chase would remark he was going to make waves, Knives knew he should have guessed he had meant great big balls of fire, because after all, burning things pleased Chase and he would hardly go near water unless it somehow involved Knives, a bathtub and lots of slippery, bubble-bath sex.
#49 - Hair
It would have been nice, Knives mused exasperatedly, after waking up to another morning and nearly having a heart attack over the creature in his bed (whose head was today a brilliant shade of purple); had not Chase discovered his fondness of hair dye and peroxide.
#50 - Supernova
Knives often thought the most brilliant example of a star going ‘supernova’ was when Chase lost his temper and ignited into a luminous display of flames, swearing he was going to barbecue any soul within reaching distance to kingdom come if they even so much as thought of telling him to ‘chill’.