Bionic Escaped (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 10 Escape Part 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or the parts of the plot from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Warning: Certainly a more violent chapter. I don't want to give too much away here. I will tell you someone does not make it . . . :O

Chase's P.O.V.

"Chase! Thank God you're okay." Bree pulled me into her embrace, her hands pressing against the old scars on my back. I didn't flinch at her tight hold or pull away disgustedly. I mimiced her actions and hugged her back. With my chin resting on her head, the first thing I noticed was how wet her hair was from the snow. And how cold she felt. Bree was actually shivering in my arms. I rubbed my hands over her arms to warm her up a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the massive headache by the way."

Bree pulled away, looking a bit embarrassed. She looked down at her feet, and her cheeks changed to a rosy-pink color. But that might've just been from the frigid air.

"I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want you to get in trouble if they found out you helped me escape."

"Yeah, well lucky for you, you didn't hit me hard enough to actually knock me out." She squinted at me, folding her arms across her stomach.

"But you didn't move, or ask me why I hit you."

"Practice makes perfect," I mumbled. Her gaze softened and she moved to hug me again. I gave in, but only for a few seconds.

Bree showed me a little device he had. It was a replica of Davenport's spacial holographic screen.

"I took it from the table in the garage," Bree explained. "I thought it might come in handy."

I nodded. "Good thinking. Now we need to keep moving. You got yourself pretty lost in this maze of trees. Before long, it'll be bright enough for everyone to see us clearly. Follow me."

I began running deeper into the forest, dodging trees and looking back every now and then to make sure Bree was keeping up. She was doing fine, but I wasn't worried about her. Bree didn't hit me hard enough to make me lose consciousnesd, but she did manage to give me a throbbing headache and a small bump on the top of my head. The lump was only about the size of a quarter, but it felt bigger than my head.

I started slowing down, allowing Bree to run next to me. Before long, we were running side by side at the exact same pace. Every once in a while, one of us would gain a little bit of a lead, but the other would quickly catch back up.

I kept looking over at her. She had a look of pure persistence on her face. Her hair was swept back, waving behind her as we ran. I tried to see her eyes, but that proved to be too difficult while moving. It didn't matter though. I already memorized how hopeful and deep her eyes look when she was determined.

Unexpectedly, we hit a rough patch in the ground. Tree roots were curled up over the snow-dusted dirt. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the tangling roots underfoot. My right foot hooked itself under a root and I fell face first on the ground.

"Chase!" She shouted as I tried to push myself off the cool ground. I quickly stopped moving as pain shot through my foot. I groaned and rested myself back on the ground. "What happened?"

"I twisted my ankle on that stupid root," I mumbled. I rolled over on my back so I could at least sit up. Bree kneeled down next to me.

"Do you think you can stand?" I shook my head. "Then how will you get out of here? It's not like you can just wait for it to heal."

"I'll be fine," I assured her. I smiled to show her I was sincere, even though I couldn't really feel the toes on my right foot. "You go ahead. From here you need to keep running straight until you reach a trail. Then just follow it to the Welkerville police station in the city. I'll wait here. Douglas will probably find me."