Hey everybody! Kayla here with a new story for y'all. :) This was heavily inspired by the Alex Rider book Crocodile Tears. If anybody has read it, then they know the basic plot and that Alex gets kidnapped, not recruited by MI6. This is something like that, but with Lab Rats. Don't worry, I didn't directly copy the book. I just took the main idea and changed it around.

This is an Evil Eddy fic for daphrose's competition. I know Eddy is supposed to be the main character, and he will be. I just had to make the second half centered around the rats to keep this story suspenseful. Eddy will be centered on in the next chapters.

I am trying to update this once a day, but it may have a two or even three day gap. But it should flow easily for me, as this has been nagging at me to be written.

This is one of those stories that has to have a soundtrack, so please take the time to listen. The song The Troubles by U2 goes great. No language or anything in it that wouldn't be found in a G rated movie. Anyway, let's get reading!

It was a dark night in Southern California. Clouds were obscuring the small sliver of moon. In an old warehouse just outside Mission Creek a vial of grayish green liquid began to rotate in a machine. A hiss of steam escaped as it spun faster.

Around five minutes later, a seal was applied and the vial removed by a metal claw before being placed in a foam lined metal case. Another vial containing the same liquid was placed in the same machine. It repeated the process before being placed in a matching metal case.

A single, bare lightbulb flickered to life. There was a hum of machinery as a dark figure in a cloak and a computer monitor mounted on a stand with treads entered the room.

"How far along are we on the project?" The figure asked. The voice was masculine, rough and had a dark undertone.

"It is almost complete." the computer squeaked, "Just four days and they won't know what hit them."

The figure nodded, the hood rippling as he did so. "What about the bionics?"

"Almost taken care of," it answered, "I just need a few more hours and all their fire walls will be hacked."

"Good."

A vial finished its cycle and dropped silently into another waiting case.

"Very good."

Two Days Later

Chase awoke with a start, his eyes flicking open. Something had woken him up. He glanced at the clock across the lab. 5:37. About forty-five minutes till he had to get up.

He closed his eyes and attempted to fall back asleep. But something kept on nagging at him, telling him something was wrong. Chase tried to play back the sound using his bionics, but nothing happened.

Chase frowned. Something was off. He pushed on the glass to exit his capsule, but nothing happened. The glass didn't budge. I told Mr. Davenport we needed upgrades! Chase thought. Stupid thing probably has a short.

Weighing his options, Chase frowned. He had only two options: e-mail Mr. Davenport using bionics to break him out, or have Adam or Bree get help. He decided on the first, knowing that his siblings woud get a kick out of seeing him being stuck.

But when he went to try to e-mail, nothing happened. Beginning to get wary, Chase tried his levitation. Nothing. Molecular kinesis, forcefield, laser bo. Nothing.

Claustrophobia was beginning to rear its ugly head.

On the edge of insanity, he banged on the glass to wake up Adam. "Adam! Wake up! I'm stuck!"

His brother lazily turned his head to see him. "What?" he mumbled, half asleep.

"I'm stuck! Get me out!"

"Use those puny muscles." Adam groaned, his eyes closing once more.

"ADAM!"

Adam re-opened his eyes and groaned. He pushed on the glass, but found himself in the same predictament as Chase.

"Mine's stuck too." Adam said, panic beginning to creep into his voice.

Bree glared at them. "Go to bed! I have a test today!"

"Bree, try your door. Is it stuck?"

She pushed, yet nothing happened.

"Great." Chase muttered. "Now we have to wait for Mr. Davenport to bail us out."

"Or I could punch the glass." Adam offered.

"No!"

"Fine."

Minutes ticked by, yet still no sign of any others. An hour went by. Then another. School started. A phone rang somewhere in the house, but no one answered it.

The lights turned on automatically around eight. Still no sign of anybody.

Any assumptions about something being wrong were abandoned. They no longer assumed something was wrong.

They knew.

Short, I know. But because I'm trying to update everyday, they will be shorter. Sorry! But that's the way it has to be. :)

If you're reading this, then you know how to write! Leave a review, please ;) Favorites and follows are appreciated too, of course!

See you tomorrow! ;D