The Nightingale- Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats/Elite Force
Okay so this is set like directly after the fight with Roman and Ryker and pretend that Chase was injured. I'll update this soon, this is just the prologue.
The dust was beginning to settle, filtering through the evening sky, giving everything an almost ashy appearance. Chase could hear a loud ringing radiating through the air, the shrill noise akin to a microphone's feedback. Around him flipped cars and pieces of debris were strewn everywhere, abandoned. The street was void of any living creature except for him. A sharp pain pulsed up his spine, culminating in a blinding headache. His vision blurred in and out of focus as he looked around, searching for his team mates, for signs they were alright. Chase looked down to see himself lying in a red pool, a deep gouge in his chest that had torn through his uniform, ripped through the skin and muscle of his chest. The air smelt of smoke and the heady musky scent of blood. A lot of blood.
Chase wondered where the rest of the team was, all he could remember was that huge black cloud of smoke swirling around the street, hear the screams of civilians as they ran. It had kept getting bigger before suddenly charging for him. His mouth tasted like metal and he felt dizzy.
His head lolled back as he began to lose focus, the world around him seemed to be spinning, and it made him feel sick. The ground beneath him felt hot, maybe because his body was so cold. "I'm going to die here" he thought, suddenly afraid. Everything appeared grainy now, and Chase was so tired. He drifted into blackness and he heard shouts far away in the distance, calling his name.