ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 15

Chase's POV~

I sat on my bed, my head pounding slightly from the recent use of my bionics. Being stuck in here, not able to use my bionics for so long, kind of does that to you. I wore myself out after the strain to 'overhear' Gordon and Tess in the x-ray room.

I can't help but think about what they said they'd do to my family. I mean, sure they could've given up on me, but they're still my family. I can't just sit here and let the FBI use them as their personal punching bags! It's my fault that I'm in this situation in the first place, nothing is on my sibling's hands. And, if what I heard is true, they're going to torture them in order to get information out of Mr Davenport, about me. Their deaths could be on my hands, and I can never forgive myself if something like that happens to them. 

I stood up and started pacing around the room. What could I do to help them? For one thing, I'm stuck in a high-security facility located in the middle of nowhere, half way across the world from where they are. How on Earth could I get to them!?

A thought suddenly struck me. Escape, that was the only way. It was now or never. If I didn't leave now, then I never could. 

"But how?" I thought out loud, unintentionally. I thought for a while, not wanting to improvise when the time came.

My ears suddenly pricked up, hearing loud footsteps approaching. My heart rate quickened and my breathing became shaky. It was time. I sighed distastefully, annoyed that I would have to improvise. 

I looked around swiftly, what could I use to help me? I caught sight of a small, metal tray, carrying a few books that I used to keep occupied. I stared at it for a moment. Gordon had almost lost his job for trying to bring me those books. I thought about how he was practically the closest thing to family I had now, I almost reconsidered escaping, but was pulled back to reality when I heard a slight bang on the door. I snatched up the tray, causing the books to tumble to the floor. I winced, wondering if that could be heard by the person outside. Now what?! I shook my head sadly as the stupidest idea in the world came to me, but, then again, it was the best I had. I ran over to the door, my back against the wall beside it, waiting for it to open. I could hear the lock click as I cradled the tray in my arms. The person grunted as the door creaked open. I bit my lip, the door almost slamming into my face. I saw a shadow pass through the crack under door, and a bold head soon came into sight. I held my breath, and stepped out of my hiding place, smacking the tray into the back of the mans head with a loud clang. The man doubled over, half in surprise and half in pain. I gasped slightly, dropping the tray in shock. I had just hit an innocent man out cold!

'Worry about the poor guy later,' I told myself. 'Escape, all you think about is escaping. Now"' 

I took a deep breath and sprinted down the hall way, zigzagging down identical hallways, most definitely getting myself lost. 

I didn't stop running, I couldn't, but I had to soon. I just realised how out of shape I was now, a stitch tearing at my stomach. I was already sweating, and I'd started to loose pace. I rounded another corner and almost collapsed into a heap onto the floor. I decided to stop there, get my strength back.  I stumbled against the wall, using one hand to support myself and the other to wipe the dripping sweat away. I swallowed, trying to use my saliva as an equivalent of water to quench my burning thirst. It didn't work, of course. I licked my chapped lips and sighed.

"Better get going again".

Almost as soon as I said that, a loud alarm blared red, causing me to jump. Great. I obviously hadn't hit that guy hard enough. Even though I hadn't even slightly recovered yet, I leaped back into a jog. I dodged around another corner and looked over my shoulder.  No one was following me, yet.

"Hey!" Someone cried from in front of me. I yelped, looking towards where the voice came from, and skidded to a stop. A monstrous agent stood in front of me. I recognised him instantly. Zev. He was the one who enjoyed throwing rocks at me that time when I was demonstrating my bionics. Zev was massive. He was 6'8 with the physique of a bodybuilder. After constantly hearing about his nine years in the marines, he was one of those agents that I tried not to talk to. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing, you little piece of shit?!" 

I shivered. That husky voice of his ripped knives through my chest. I felt my face burn red, after realising how much I was shaking. Zev obviously noticed that as well, and snickered slightly. 

"You should've thought this one through a bit better" he snarled. 

I felt my fists clench, my knuckles turning white. 

He smirked, and pulled a spiked club free from it's holster. 

'That's it'  I thought, and started towards him. I knew who had the serious advantage here. Zev was taller, stronger, and probably more experienced in combat, but I had the brains in this fight, and that had to be a perk. 

I reached out, grabbing his hand and the club alike. I pulled as hard as I could, and Zev restrained, almost mockingly. Even as I strained to wrestle the club out of his hands, I noticed an immoral glint in his eyes. He was concocting something in that thick skull of his, and I found out what the hard way. His bulky combat boots connected with my chest, sending me sprawled out on the floor, completely winded. I gasped for breath, not caring about what Zev was doing. My main priority was breathing. I was suddenly hauled back onto my feet, stumbling. Before I could register what was happening, Zev had taken a fighting stance and immediately started throwing punches. I managed to dodge a few of them, but most met their target. At the force he threw them, I knew I'd be aching all over tomorrow. With my mind elsewhere and my concentration MIA, Zev took the opportunity as an asset. I tried to hold back tears as a loud crack sounded and a sticky, crimson liquid flew freely down my face. As I inspected my now broken nose, Zev's beefy hands managed to find their way around my neck, gripping it icily. I tried pulling his hands off, but his grip tightened and I was finding it harder to breathe. 

"If I ever catch you trying to escape again, I won't hesitate to rip that pretty head of yours of their pretty shoulders, kapeesh?"

I gurgled a reply, finding my throat was to bruised to speak. 

He loosened his grip, and I dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. 

I suddenly felt a familiar tingling sensation in my neck. I clasped my hand on the place where my throbbing chip was located. I knew this feeling all too well, and nothing good ever came out of it. I looked up at Zev, who yanked me up onto my feet, fear written in my eyes. I groaned as three words popped into my line of vision, the three words that were going to get me, and Zev, most probably killed. 

"Oh shit" I cried as I suddenly fell into a black unconsciousness. 

Commando App Engaged. 

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 Alright, so I hope this chapter was alright! Sorry about the confusion before when, probably all of you, couldn't open this chapter. It was because Wattpad kept deleting half this chapter, even after I published it. In the end I stayed up until past midnight trying to get it to work, but gave up in the end and deleted the whole thing. Anyway, please let me know what you think - criticism welcome and urgently needed. 

This week there isn't really a dedication because there are two people who I'd like to dedicate it to and both of them have already had a dedication, so it's more like a recognisable spot prize I guess. Anyway, this week it goes out to *drum roll*...

 @ungerlover and @AmberAryan !!!

Reason:

Both of them helped a lot with this chapter, and probably the next chapter too, giving me the Spike idea. I really do appreciate their help because otherwise I'd still be trying to work out what should happen next and you guys would still be waiting for chapter 15. Anyway, if you two need anything at all, please just say so! I'd be more than happy to do it for you!