*Nervously peeks around a corner* Hi! This is my first fanfiction. Ever. I wanted to post this prologue just to see if people would be interested in my story. I don't even have half of the story written - okay, I think I'm close but I can't be sure. I probably won't post a new chapter in a while because I want to get most of the story finished before I post too many chapters till the point where I have no more chapters to post and I'm writing whenever I can and it's keeping my readers waiting... Yeah, I'm rambling. Sorry. Anywho, I probably shouldn't keep you waiting. I do not, under any circumstances, own anything Lab Rats. This story is purely for fun. Without further ado, Prologue of Fight Forever.
Gasping breaths.
Wheezing, painful inhale. Rasping, breathless exhale.
Dust, everywhere. In her lungs, down her throat - choking her. She coughed so hard that her chest ached. The dust was so thick, she couldn't see.
She couldn't hear past the ringing in her ears, and her hand came away bloody.
Flashes of light - blue against red - reach her through the dust. A firefight. Her team against them. The evil side. She knew she should be helping her team. She knew. But all she could do was stumble through the dust, the rubble, her mind still trying to figure out what exactly happened.
It had been a trap. They had been waiting for them. She and her team couldn't deactivate the bomb in time. They had failed their original mission. But it wouldn't be in vain unless they failed to defeat them.
Her ringing ears pounded with her erratic heartbeat, but she could faintly hear the blasts of the fight ahead. She sensed rather than heard her name being called, and she turned around to see her older sister making her way towards her, dust so thick in her pretty, auburn hair that it was now a brownish white, but then she got tackled by two men clad in black. Agents of the enemy.
Her sister screamed in frustration, trying to fight them off. They stuck a needle in her arm, and she went limp in their grasps.
One of the agents saw the younger sister standing there with a shocked and scared expression, and spoke into his wrist communication wire. She turned, tears threatening to fall, and tried to get away, tripping over debris. A gloved hand landed on her shoulder, whipping her around. Through the dizziness that assaulted her, she reacted on pure instinct and grabbed the man's own shoulders and pulled him into her knee, jamming it into his solar plexus, winding him, then finishing him off with a violent punch to the temple. He fell to the ground, motionless.
Black spots danced before her eyes, and she walked unsteadily as she wandered around, still in a daze.
Another blast knocked her off her feet, her vision going black for a spilt second.
And then pain.
Burning, white hot agony in her wrist and side.
Hot tears ran down her face, leaving wet trails on her dust-covered skin, as she cried out. Her heart raced, beating achingly in her chest. She was panicking, she could feel it, so she closed her eyes.
Blue skies. Cool breezes. Summer sunsets at the beach. Her wonderful, if not sometimes childish, twin brother.
And then suddenly, he was there, leaning over her, his hazel eyes boring into her matching set, and his mouth moved, his words muffled but his voice soothing. He took her unbroken hand in his and brought it to his lean chest.
He told her to breathe, taking deep breaths under her hand, and she somehow understood, even with temporarily deaf ears. She breathed with him, feeling his steady heartbeat through her glove.
In. Out.
In. Out. Repeat.
Her heart slowed, the pain dimmed slightly.
He helped her to her feet, and she bit her lip when the pain in her wrist and her bruised ribs spiked, but she refused to utter a sound.
Only then did she realize that the dust had settled to reveal that their comrades had been subdued, probably drugged like the twins' older sister.
The enemy surrounded them, a dozen and a half, at least.
Brother and sister stood back to back, hands up, ready to fight. Together, they felt invincible. Seconds ticked by. No one moved, no one breathed. But then they made the first move.
They rushed the two like flies, a well-trained, deadly swarm.
The twins fought valiantly, desperately trying to overcome the black-clad assassins. Punch, kick, dodge. Punch, duck, roll. Kick, back flip, twist. But punch for punch, kick for kick, the two were outmatched, even if they had the better skills than the enemy's agents. One lucky hit to either of them, and that would be the end.
Her feeling of fearlessness shattered when she saw her twin fall, knocked unconscious and then drugged for extra precaution.
Her heart stopped. She couldn't breathe.
Screaming his name, she tried to run to him, but strong arms held her back, ignoring her frantic struggles and hysterical cries of protest and anguish. She tried every martial arts move she could think of to get away, but when she escaped one set of hands, another took its place in restraining her.
Finally, she resorted to the old-fashioned kicking and screaming, part of it from the pain in her wrist, and the other part due to the unfairness of the situation. Her whole team had been captured, probably to become slaves or experiments to the enemy.
They got her pinned to the floor, pieces of broken stone digging uncomfortably into her back, and an agent rolled up the sleeve on her good arm. She writhed with renewed effort, and when she frantically called his name again, her voice was becoming hoarse with the strain. She barely registered the pinch in her arm.
Fresh tears ran down her cheeks. They had failed, so utterly and completely. And it broke her heart.
Liquidly coolness entered her veins, spreading throughout her body. Her pulse slowed, her struggles weakened, her thoughts slurred.
Blackness, velvety, comforting blackness crept into her mind. Her eyelids drooped, her sobs grew faint.
She didn't fight the darkness - she welcomed it. A place to escape all that had happened, a place to just let go, even if it's for a little while. A place to be free.
But before she slipped into the oblivion, she whispered his name, her twin's.
"Chase."
Her eyes closed, and she gave in to the darkness.