Try

by thegirlofthoughts

Bree was gone. Fine. They could do this. They could do this without her. It was a simple mission. Get in, save people, don't die, get out. But simple doesn't necessarily mean easy. One of them was trapped. One of them wasn't even bionic. One of couldn't accept what was happening. No, this wasn't going to be easy.

1. Where There is Desire

And...a new story. Yay! These are going to be short, suspenseful chapters. I definitely enjoyed writing this. This is a newer one but still pretty old; I wrote this around the time I wrote Plan B.

So, episode tag to Three Minus Bree, I think. This is when Chase, Adam, and Mr. Davenport were on the fire mission. And yes, I know this isn't an original idea or anything, but I liked adding my twist to it. And of course, I had to add a little of torturing Chasey.

Also, this is the first story with a song or soundtrack or whatever. It's "Try" by P!nk, mainly the chorus. I took that metaphor and made it literal, man. Explanation: The "desire" to help others and the willingness to do whatever it takes ultimately will result in pain and "fire" and being "burned," but you have to keep doing what's right, keep "getting up" and "trying" to save others and do what your heart's telling you to.

And...that's about it. Cya soon!

Chase's POV

I coughed, trying to clear my lungs of the smoky air. It felt like there was no oxygen left, though my logical brain told me there was a little left. I felt dizzy from the lack of it though. But I had a job to do first. I had to save these people and then I could worry about myself.

I walked down a hallway, slightly hunched over. All I wanted to do was lie down on the ground and go to sleep, but the other people, the normal ones without bionics or super intelligence, needed me. I couldn't let them down. And if I fell asleep here, I might never wake up. I couldn't die.

If I died, I wouldn't be able to get my doctorate's degree. If I died, I couldn't save any more people. If I died, everyone would blame themselves, especially Bree. I couldn't let any of those things happen.

My feet were clumsy, stumbling over each other. I scanned the floor I was on with my thermal scan, looking for humanoid shapes in the mess of fire. I couldn't find any so far, and that hopefully meant all the people on this floor had either been rescued or escaped themselves. Or they could be… No, I couldn't think like that. Stay positive, Chase.

Even though I had been doing it (excessively) since I was born, it was getting harder to think. My brain knew that it was because the smoke and fire was sucking the oxygen out of the room, and it was being replaced by the carbon dioxide I was breathing out. So, basically I was breathing in carbon dioxide, which was not good for my body. It was like reverse hyperventilation.

I was swaying now, and I threw my hand out against the wall to keep myself from collapsing. I just wanted to sink to the ground and close my eyes, but there were still people who needed me right now. I had to keep going.

And that's just what I did and would keep doing until I couldn't anymore.