Bionic Escaped (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 Return

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

Bree's P.O.V.

I had my agility. I didn't even know I was supposed to have agility! But now I do, and I'm that much closer to being fully trained.

Chase seemed very excited and pleased with his discovery about how adrenaline affects our chips. I had absolutely no idea how it worked, but whatever kept him happy.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and his expression grew ten times more excited, which seemed impossible.

"Here," he exclaimed, shoving the plastic water bottles in my hands. "I'll be right back. I think I can find something that will help."

With that, Chase dashed out of the training room at top speed. I let out a small giggle at his eagerness and turned around to set the water down by the treadmills. I stepped up onto the treads, admiring the little knobs and buttons in the control panel.

These things are so cool. Maybe when I unlock my speed, I can convince Chase to let me use one. Just maybe.

I tapped the round black button that had the word 'activate' in little white print. A rectangular screen popped up from the back of the neck, and it flashed to life.

The small screen read, "Welcome to training. Please enter your size parameters and weight."

Before I could reach my hand up to press the buttons, I felt a sharp breeze tickle the back of my neck, like someone just ran past the room. I whipped my head around to investigate, but nobody stood in the doorway, and no one was in the training center except me.

Your probably just cold. Yeah... That's all.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk...

The framiliar sound of heavy-duty mission boots thumped through my ears. Someone was coming. I froze in my spot, dreading whoever was approaching the door.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk...

They were getting closer. And closer. Every dreadful step I heard quickened my heartbeat.

Maybe I can use this to my advantage. Adrenaline should help me activate my speed.

"Come on!" I hissed to myself at a whisper level. "Run!" I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the thought of running. I pictured my feet moving so fast I left dust trails everywhere I ran. I thought of zooming across the globe, free of this prison. I thought of sprinting as fast as my super speed would allow on the treadmill.

Imagining wasn't enough. I tried to jog a little around the room to pick up some speed, but that idea failed as well. I couldn't get enough starting speed without breaking into a noisy sprint. Nothing seemed to work.

Clunk... Clunk... Clunk...

Whoever was walking down the hall was only a few feet away. My first reaction was to try to hide.

But I didn't hide. I couldn't. I stood my ground and forced myself to take a fighting stance. I didn't exactly have a battle plan, but I was going to try to act on impulse, like I had just moments before when Chase was here.

Feet apart. Knees bent. Arms in. Thumbs out. Just like Chase taught me.

Clunk... Clunk...

Here goes nothing.

The mysterious person finally emerged from the hall. He was about my height -if not a little taller- with oak brown hair. It was spiked up in the front and matted in the back. He was probably the most familiar person here.

"Chase! You scared me!" I exclaimed in a hushed tone, dropping my arms and straightening my legs. He just nodded and strutted into to the room.

He had this sense of superiority to him, and he took long strides confidently. In a matter of seconds, he was only a few feet away from me. But something was off. He was tense. And he seemed over confident- almost cocky or arrogant. His head was held high and he only looked at my face, which was sporting a confused expression.

"Uh, should we get back to training?" I asked him uncertainly.

He took in a sharp breath through his nose and stepped closer to me. He smirked in a knowing way before taking yet another step.

Okay, this is creeping me out.

"Chase. We should get back to training," I said, my voice wavering in fear. He shook his head ever so slowly and I took a step back. This seemed to make him angry. Very angry.

Chase lunged forward with a menacing growl and clutched my upper arms, forcing me to collide with the hard wall behind me. I winced as my head bounced off the brick wall before making one final slam against it. I tried not to focus on the pain in my head and back and instead concentrate on Chase's strange actions.

"Chase, what are you..." I stopped mid sentence as I took in his expression. He beared his teeth in a disgusted smirk and his nostrils were flared- a tell-tale sign that he was angry. But once I noticed his eyes, all other thoughts left my brain. They were a deep blood red. It was an all too familiar color that I wished I'd never have to see burning in another pair of eyes again.

Oh, no.

AN: So, yeah, Bree's in trouble. Can anyone tell I like cliffies? XD Who knows who Bree is with? I'll give a little congratulatory shout out to the first person to guess correctly!!! It may not be as obvious as it seems! Think back to some early chapters of "Bionic Stolen" if you need help!

Until next time...

PEACE OUT PICKES!!!