Kihonne: Hey everyone, I'm back, with a brand new story. Just a word of warning, this is NOT part of the Challa series. So there is no Calla, no Jaden, and nothing else from that series. Anyway, this idea came to me a few days ago, and I wanted to know what you guys think. Oh by the way, Chase, you're doing the first disclaimer of the story.

Chase: Alright. Kihonne doesn't own Lab Rats. Just this story and anything else you don't recognize.

Chase's POV

"Let them go!" Mr. Davenport shouted, fighting against the agents holding him back.

It was all over. We'd been caught. We don't know how, but the government found out about us. So, in the middle of the night, they'd come for us. Leo and Tasha were locked upstairs, unable to help because the elevator had been shut down by the agents.

"Chase!" I heard Bree scream. I turned to see her pinned to the ground by a couple of agents. I wanted to help her, I really did. But I was busy fighting off several agents myself. Adam was occupied too. At least eight agents were trying to take him down.

Suddenly, there was a 'whoosh' through the air, and Adam collapsed to the ground, unconscious. "Adam!" I shouted, trying to get to him, but something sharp pricked my neck. My vision went blurry, then…nothing.

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As I slowly came back to my senses, I could feel someone or something jabbing me in the face over and over again. I groaned, rolled over, and pushed it away.

"Quicky, would you quit poking the dude? Seriously, it's weird." A female voice exclaimed in exasperation. The poking stopped.

"What do you think he can do?" another voice, this one of a young boy, asked. I groaned and forced my eyes open. I was lying on a hard mattress, in a dark, smelly room. I sat up, and saw the sources of the two voices.

There was a little boy sitting on the ground next to me. He was short, maybe about Leo's age, with short blonder hair and silvery eyes. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a black jacket. On the right side of the jacket was a label that read: 3862.

A girl sat on a bed across the room. She looked my age, with long, curly, dark brown hair. She was wearing black pants and a white sleeveless shirt, her jacket tossed carelessly across her bed. She raised an eyebrow when she saw I was awake.

"So, the zombie lives. It must have been a serious dose of that knockout stuff; you were out for at least eight hours." She commented. I shrugged, rubbing the back of my head.

"Where am I? Where are Adam and Bree? And Mr. Davenport?" I demanded, looking around as if they were hiding. Both of them frowned in confusion.

"Who're Adam, Bree and Mr. Davenport?" The boy asked. What had the girl called him? Quicky?

"Adam and Bree are my siblings, and Mr. Davenport's my father." I replied. The girl looked at me.

"Then why don't you say Dad instead of Mr. Davenport? Anyway, he's probably been arrested for housing freaks. They might leave him alone if they can't prove he created your powers." she told me, sounding rather bored.

"Powers?" How could she possibly know about my bionics? Had the agents told her? And where in the world was I? It seemed like a prison.

"Yeah, powers. Talents, special abilities. Whatever you want to call it dude." She shrugged. "If you can do anything totally unnatural, like run faster than lightning, or fly, or control the elements, you're a freak of nature. Or a freak of science, if that's how you got your powers."

"What she means to say is that if you can do things that you really shouldn't be able to, you end up here. Can your siblings do weird things?" the boy questioned. I hesitated. I shouldn't tell these people anything. I just met them, and it could be a trap. But they might also know where Adam and Bree are.

"Yes." I said slowly. The boy nodded.

"Then they're somewhere in the building." He assured me.

"Or they're dead." The girl commented dryly. I stared at her, while the boy glared at her.

"They're not dead. That only happened twice!" he exclaimed. He looked back at me. "And that was only because the two kids were very young and couldn't handle the knockout drug that was put in their system. So, unless your siblings are five year olds, they're fine."

I nodded, relieved. I wasn't too sure I liked the girl much, but the kid seemed okay. "What's your name?" he asked.

"It's Chase." I replied.

"Cool. I'm Alex, but most people call me Quicky. And this is Vivyanna." He told me.

"Where are we?" I asked again.

"Welcome to Hell." Vivyanna told me. I frowned.

"Welcome to Hell?" I repeated. Alex looked at Vivyanna.

"Can I?" he asked. She waved for him to continue. "Welcome to The Facility, the perfect vacation spot for freaks who want to be science experiments."

"Excuse me?" I gulped. Science experiments?

"Basically, if you have powers that the government doesn't understand or think they can use to their advantage, you're brought here." Vivyanna explained. "They perform whatever experiments they want on you, they push you past your limits, and then if you survive and they think you're good enough, they put you in their weapons program."

"Wait a minute. There are other people with strange abilities like me?" I questioned. I had always thought that this kind of stuff was just in Leo's comic books.

"Well, kids at least. We haven't seen an adult around here unless they're working for the people in charge." Alex replied. "But yeah."

"So, what can you do?" Vivyanna asked me. "And how'd you get your powers?" I didn't answer at first. She rolled her eyes. "Come on dude! We're going to find out on Friday anyway, so you might as well tell us now."

"What happens on Friday?" I asked. Alex glared at the ground.

"Sparring day. We get paired with someone and we have to fight them until one of us can't get back up." He sounded pissed off. "I can't believe they make us fight each other like this. Half the time, someone dies."

"What?" I gasped. "You're joking, right?"

They both shook their heads. "Not that often actually, but the fights get pretty intense." Vivyanna replied. I looked at her. "Most of the time, the loser has to be brought down to the medical wing. We usually don't see them for a few days after that."

"What if you just say no?" I questioned. They stared at me as if I'd grown two heads.

"Say no?" Alex repeated, shocked. I nodded, confused.

"Yeah, refuse to fight." I told him. Vivyanna shook her head.

"Some did that at first. I think about four in total. They took them into these rooms and…well; they didn't come out in one piece. And only two of them came out." She told me gravely. I gulped. What kind of trouble was I in?

"So, what can you two do?" I asked, trying to distract myself. Alex grinned.

"I'm fast. Really fast." He replied. "And I can teleport, but not long distances. I'm not sure how I got my powers though. It was as if they just appeared one day."

"What about you?" I looked at Vivyanna.

"Pyrokinesis." She replied. Her eyes lit up slightly, as if she was proud of her abilities. "I can create and control fire. I'd show off for you, but the cell blocks out powers."

I frowned, trying to access my computer memory. She was right; I was getting nothing.

"So, what can you do?" Alex asked me. I sighed.

"I'm smart. Really smart." I replied. I figured I would just tell them about that, and not include the levitation and molecular kinesis. I wasn't sure if I could trust them yet. Vivyanna looked bored.

"That's it? That's not really that impressive." She muttered. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Ignore her. There haven't been any newbies since Robot boy, and that was months ago."

I frowned. "Wait, how long have you two been here?" I questioned. I had thought that maybe it was a new place, that maybe they'd been here for a month or two before me.

"About two years." Alex replied. Vivyanna shrugged.

"I think it's been about…five or six years. What date is it?" she asked.

"It's the eleventh." I told her. She raised an eyebrow. "Of November."

"So five and a half years." She decided. I stared at her.

"Five years." I repeated. "That's a long time."

"I've been here longer than anyone else, well except my sister." She agreed. "But that's not a bad thing. The only way I could ever leave here is if they decide to use me in the weapon program, they do that with the more powerful ones, or in a casket. And personally, I don't enjoy the thought of being dead, so the weapon thing is my best option."

"Haven't you tried to escape?" I demanded. That couldn't be the only thing she had to look forward to. Vivyanna and Alex laughed darkly.

"Plenty of times. Never works. They always seem to know what we're planning when we're planning it. And going on my own isn't an option; there are people here that I can't leave behind." Vivyanna replied. I nodded in understanding. If I planned an escape, I would take Adam and Bree with me no matter what.

Suddenly, the lights flashed on. I blinked, not prepared for the sudden brightness. Alex and Vivyanna got up, the latter pulling on her jacket. I noticed a number on hers too. It was 7206.

"What's going on?" I asked, getting up from the bed and pulling on my own jacket. Suddenly, a holographic screen slid down from the ceiling. It showed several pairs of four-digit numbers followed by what looked like room numbers.

"This is the schedule for today." Alex explained. "Basically, it's the torture list."

"Let's see…" Vivyanna trailed off. "Quicky, you have sparring, sorry kid, with Ryder and Agent Hughson. I've got sparring too, but with Agent Pavalon and…Derek."

"Derek? Vivyanna…" Alex looked worried. I frowned.

"Who are they? The people you mentioned." I asked. Alex frowned.

"Well, the agents supervise us. They don't like us interacting with each other outside our cell. Ryder is a kid like us, around seventeen years old. He can control the weather. But Derek…" he trailed off.

"He's never lost a fight." Vivyanna finished. She ruffled Alex's hair playfully and gave him a smile. It was the first time I'd seen her smile since I'd woken up. "But don't worry kid. He can't stay undefeated forever. And I've been itching to kick his scrawny little ass since he last fought Roxanna. Anyway, Chase, you're number 5109, which means you have fighting practice with Agent Maybank and…hm. That's new."

"What?" I asked. Vivyanna shrugged.

"The number. It's new. Probably one of your siblings." She replied. I felt a surge of hope. They were okay!

"What about the other? Do you know what they're doing?" I demanded desperately. Vivyanna looked back at the screen.

"Let's see…the only other new number is 6973, and they have fighting practice as well. With Robot-boy."

"Who?" I questioned, but before she could answer, the door in front of us slid open. Three agents walked in, and roughly pushed us against the wall. Our hands were shoved behind our backs and cuffed. I tried to resist, but the agents were only rougher.

Vivyanna and Alex acted as if this was nothing new. Alex was pulled down one hallway, where he ended up side by side with an older boy. Vivyanna and I went down another, but soon we were separated too.

"See you later?" I asked hopefully. We would need all the help we could get if Adam, Bree and I were going to escape.

"Maybe!" She replied, then she was pushed out of view.

Kihonne: So, what did you guys think? I really want to know. I'll be back in exactly 2 weeks with an update.