ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ✗ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴇɴᴘᴏʀᴛ

Chapter 23

Chase's POV~

I woke up with a painful headache. I groaned as I tried to slowly stand up, losing balance a couple of times and resulting in me falling onto my back. In the end I just sat on the floor, dizziness made standing unbearable. I cried out in pain as my hand shot up to the side of my throbbing neck.

"What the?" I mumbled, as memories flooded back to me. 

I sighed, remembering the briefing talk I had with Agent Lahey the night before. My training started today. I still couldn't believe that the agency would allow a criminal like me to work for them, but here I am. 

I looked down at myself, for some reason being surprised at the clothes I wore. But why was I taken aback by what I was wearing? It was the same tight black trousers, black shirt and black leather jacket I was wearing yesterday. I shook my head, looking down at my bare feet. I could clearly see the blue veins weaving around the inside of my foot, a result of being left in the cold for so long. I let out a long exhale, running my fingers through my hair. Again, I was greeted by another moment of shock. I scanned the room for something shiny, grabbed the metal plate my food came on, and looked at my reflection. In disbelief I saw a pale and bruised face staring back at me, blood-shot hazel eyes bore into mine. Even my usually spiky hair was cut shorter, on the brink of being a buzz cut. Surely this wasn't me? But it had to be, I could remember everything so clearly. My escape attempt lead to my bruised and bloodied face, and last week my hair had to be cut since it'd gown so long. I could recall it all so purely, but my gut told me otherwise. 

"What the hell is happening to me?" I breathed, moderately startled by the sound of my own voice. 

I looked around at the rest of my body, wondering if there was anything else identifiably different about me today. I was a lot skinnier, but that would have something to do with the amount of food I've been allowed to consume over the time I've been at the facility. I was still quite short, no surprise there then...

"But Chase, you're microscopically small and I can still see you" Adam pointed out. Chase shook his head and rolled his eyes. He quickly turned back to the jar of metallic nanobots, trying to conceal the tear running down the side of his cheek. He didn't what Adam to see how much his stupid short jokes hurt him. His family were already abusing him for being short and smart, he didn't want to break down in front of Adam, the person who would just laugh at him and then punch him hard in the gut if he saw Chase crying. 

I could feel a tear prick at my eyes. Just the thought of my stupid family was enough to get me angry. A whole memory, now that'd make me vengeful. 

I yawned, not realising how tired I was. I leaned against the cell wall, closed my eyes and felt my head roll to the side. As soon as I dozed off, another hazy memory interrupted my dreamless sleep. 

"Chase, you're my brother. I love you, you know I always will". 

I snapped awake, the voice of my older sister was slowly slipping from my head. I shook my head. Surely that had to be a dream? Bree had never said that to me, she'd never said anything nice like that. 

"Why do you have to be such an evil dick? You never stood up for me when Mr Davenport beat me," I said to myself.

I sighed, noticing someone coming down the hall and up to my cell. I heard the familiar click as the cell door unlocked, revealing none other that Agent Lahey. I quickly stood up and walked over to him, stopping a few centimetres short of him. He motioned for me to hold up my hands, so I did. I watched him slap on a pair of cold hand cuffs onto my wrists. I noted that these restraints were specially designed to block out the signal from my bionic chip. At least, that's what I assumed the bright purple light on the side of each cuff did. I lowered my arms and walked with Lahey into the white corridors of the facility. He lead me down a set of stairs and into another blank hall way, stopping short of an equally plain white door. 

"Remember Chase," he said slowly but sternly, "I took a tactical risk and I allowed you little bastard to join us. I believe that your superior intelligence will help us protect ourselves from whatever comes at us next. So tell me, Mr Chase, have I made a mistake in trusting you? Because I can easily kill you and frame your daddy for the blood on my hands".  

I shook my head. 

"No need to sir. You can trust me". 

He nodded, and lead me into a giant black room filled with amazing training equipment. I gazed around the room, my mouth hanging wide open. There were several different sections, all boarded with bullet proof glass, containing different equipment. One room was filled with shelves of neatly stacked weapons and targets hanging around the area. Another large area contained a gym, while another small one was filled with disarmed traps. One of the rooms was built for wilderness survival, and that took up pretty much a quarter of the space. There was also one empty room, with a sign on the door that read,

Bionic training area, keep clear.

But in the centre of it all was a platformed oval space made for hand on hand combat training. 

Agent Lahey stood in front of me, arms folded. He raised an eyebrow. 

"This place is amazing," I breathed. "Mr Davenport never had this much equipment, let alone this advanced!"

"Glad you fancy it, because your official FBI training begins now". 

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So hopefully this chapter is alright! Slightly longer today so that's a plus I guess...

As always, please let me know what you guys think and what you want to happen in future chapters! I'm always open to criticism and new ideas! 

Shout out to @Chase_Davenport_ for helping with the ideas for this chapter!! :D

Thanks so much for reading!! :D 

Emmy xx