Okay. This is a sequel to Someones Gonna Get Hurt, if you haven't read that first, DO IT! Watcha waiting for? Those of you who have read it, enjoy. And bear with me on my other story, Good Without Him, Bad With Him, because I have writers block, so HELP ME!
This is set a year after Chases death.
Disclaimer I don't own Lab Rats,Hot Pockets, the song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,. But I wished I did. Who doesn't?
Adam: 18 years old
Bree: 17 years old
Leo: 15 years old
Tasha: 39 years old
Donald: 40 years old
Chase would be 16 years old.
Why I list the ages, I don't know. They aren't important.
Leo POV:
MEEPMEEPMEEPMEE- I shut the alarm off and glance at the clock. 8:00 am. I groan and roll out of bed, preparing myself for the day ahead. I look to the right of my clock. There lies a calendar, todays date circled in red.
April 17.
I still can't believe it's been a year since the accident. I remember the moment so clearly;
( a/n this is written like its taking place, not like he's remembering, cause I'm not that good of a writer! I can't do that.) I blew furiously on my Hot Pocket, trying to cool down the delicious wrap enough for me to actually consume. Biting into it, the melted cheese gushes into my mouth, the meat scalding my tongue.
"Ohh, hot, hot, hot!" I make my way into the elevator, still carrying my food.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star." Oh, God. No matter how many time we say it, Big D insisted he can sing. He can't!
"Up above the world so high, like a dim- DING!" I am thankfully saved from the rest of this verse by the elevator reaching the lab. Taking a step in the lab, something seems wrong. The middle capsule, Chases capsule, is shattered. Glass lay, splintered around it.
I walk towards it to investigate, but something holds me back.
Faint crying and muffled sobs can be heard, to the right of me. Setting my still hot meal down, I turn, greeted by a mess of glass, and what looks like paint. Red paint.
Only it can't be paint. I know these cries, and they are coming from Adam.
He doesn't cry over paint.
I inch my way over, terrified of what I may find. Disturbing images fly through my head, I think of every possible scenario, every possible reason of why Adam might be crying. Everyone.
As I slowly tiptoe over to the scene, the pool of redness (Blood) grows steadily thicker and darker.
I now know what it is.
I peek my head around the corner, preparing for the worst. The back of a shaking form is turned to me, cradling something in his arms. Blue plaid is visible in Adams lap, and I can just make out the black jeans paired with gray Vans. Those are the only colors I can see.
Everything else is red.
I take another step towards my oldest brothers quivering form, glass crunching beneath my sneakers. He turns and looks at me, tear tracks visible on his face. I see guilt too, only I do not question it. I look past him, staring at 15 year old in his arms.
Glass pierces his arms and cuts his legs. Shattered glass decorates him chest, his light blue shirt now stained red.
To count the number of scratches on Chases face would be impossible. I feel the world tilt and spin, throwing me into darkness, the image of Chase locked in my brain. The last thing I see before I completely pass out is Bree, rushing up to Chase, holding him one last time. But it's too late.
He's gone.
So how was it? I purposely tried to add more detail into Leos reaction then Adams because I'm weird like that. BUT tell me whatcha think by R&R&F&F!
PS. If you read my other story Good Without Him, Bad With Him and have an idea of what should happen,let me know because I have NO IDEA! Bye!
