Bionic Escaped (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 Instincts

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @Smilie254 for posting an indescribable shoutout about this story (and me) on her profile!!! Again, thanks Smilie!

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

Bree's P.O.V.

"Keep your feet shoulder length apart," Chase instructed from in front of me. This was it. My very first training session.

Literally ten minutes ago, Chase offered to train me. To say the least, I was shocked to the point of passing out. But I didn't. I didn't want to miss out on this grand opportunity.

"Okay don't make your legs so stiff. They're too straight."

"Like this?" I asked him, squatting down about an inch. He wanted to teach me the proper fighting stance before we got into the technical bionic stuff, which was understandable. Anything to get me trained.

The sooner I'm trained, the sooner I can leave this place. And it's not just this place that has me on edge. I feel disgusting. My hair is all oily and clumped together in knotted tangles. My mouth has this bitter and stale taste. I smell like I just walked out of a grave. My clothes were dingy and had tears in the fabric (no thanks to Marcus). To say the least, I looked like a hobo you would find outside of a gas station bathroom. Gross.

"Yeah. That way, if your opponent strikes you, you won't loose your balance as easily. Now let me see your fists."

I balled up my fists with my thumbs tucked safely inside. I held my arms up so my elbows were level with my shoulders.

"Um, yeah," Chase started with a slight wince. "first of all, you don't want to have your elbows up to your shoulders. Right now, you look like a chicken trying to do yoga."

Oh, great. Now, whoever I attack will probably laugh to death!

"Here," Chase guided my elbows so they were parallel to my body and my fists were in front of my face.

Yeah, this makes much more sense.

"And your thumbs shouldn't be curled into your palms. You wanna guess why?" he questioned with a grin while I glanced at my tight fists.

"I honestly have no idea. I thought this was right, so you don't break your thumbs in a fight," I explained.

"Actually, that's why you keep them out. The impact of your hand against something hard, like the bone of an opponent, could cause your hands to tighten, thus snapping your thumbs. Never keep your thumbs in."

So there I stood, feet shoulder length apart, legs bent and closed fists up to my face with my thumbs on the outside. And it was all thanks to Chase. It meant a lot to me that he was willing to train me. Too bad he asked for something in return.

"Perfect," Chase praised from in front of me. I beamed at him, which he gladly returned. Unexpectedly, he took his own stance. "Now fight."

Huh?

"Excuse me?" I asked disbelievingly. Chase just smirked down at me.

"Fight me. Show me your combat skills."

"Chase," I started, lowering my arms. "You know I can't fight. That's why you're training me. Remember?" He rolled his eyes and took a step closer, also dropping his arms.

"Yes, I remember," he mocked. "But to train you, I need to see what skills you already have. Find out your strengths and weaknesses, you know?"

I sighed and regained my form as he took a step back. "Fine."