Bionic Escaped (Lab Rats Fanfiction)

Chapter 6 Plan

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

Bree's P.O.V.

The only word to describe my emotions would be conflicted. I was finally able to activate my bionics, but they were only temporary. I could finally fight for myself, but I got hurt while doing so. I recovered quickly (thanks to my newly discovered bionic healing), but I didn't know when I could be injured again. I wanted to stay there and help Chase, but I needed to escape for my own good. For both of us, actually.

And what was the point of me staying here anyway? All I can do now is wait for Dad to make a stupid decision, which I know he'll never be able to make.

If I chose to stay, Chase would be beaten more for trying to protect me. But if I go, he won't have to look after me anymore. I'll be out of his hair, and he'll never have to fight for me again.

I decided I needed to do what was best for both of us and create a plan to escape. However, I didn't tell Chase any of this. If he knew, he might try to stop me. Or maybe one of the others would here and tell Douglas. Or even worse, he might have tried to help.

Don't get me wrong, Chase has been great company in this dungeon, and he's great at fighting and strategizing, but I can't risk him getting caught. I've already got him into enough trouble on multiple accounts. For example, if I went with mom into the grocery store, then Chase wouldn't have to deal with me at all. And then there's the fact that he decided to train me. Trevor caught him and we're both going to be in trouble. I couldn't let him be punished for stupid things I did or influenced him to do any more.

"Are you sure your all right?" He asked. I tried to give him a convincing smile, but it was hard considering I wouldn't be able to see Chase any more after I escape. He was my only friend. I wish I didn't have to leave him here to suffer at Douglas's hand.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Just a little shaken up, I guess. Can we take a break from training today?"

"Yeah, of course. You probably need to rest your knee. Looked like you hurt it falling down from the ceiling."

Now that he mentioned it, I remembered when I jumped off the ceiling and smashed my leg into the ground. It had hurt a lot. I could feel the pain shoot up my food and leg until it froze in my knee. I was glad my bionics were activated at the time because I would've shattered my leg without them.

"Um, yeah," I lied. "It still stings a little. Let's head back to the cell."

The pain had subsided a while ago, but I needed a quite place to think about my escape plan.

"Actually," Chase said with a smirk, walking into the hall. "I have a better idea than the cell. Just follow me."

I obeyed him, walking in his tracks through the door. Except on my way out the training room, I made sure to stoop down and snatch a couple of power pellets. I had a feeling they might come in handy later on. After I shashed the capsules in my pocket, I ran to catch up with Chase in the elevator.

As we rode the lift down, neither of us said a word. But I didn't mind. I don't think he did either. The silence was calming. Especially after that intense battle with Trevor.

Before the doors opened, Chase held his finger to his temple and the hazel ring in his eye turned a pretty blue color.

"Okay," he said, lowering his arm. "Trevor isn't in the lab portion of this floor. We should be able to make it without getting caught."

"Make it where?" I asked before he opened the elevator doors. He said he wasn't escorting me to my cell, so where could he be taking me? Surely he didn't mean escaping. He couldn't. He's already sacrificed enough for me. Chase didn't have to do this for me.