DISCLAIMER: If I had a million dollars, a mickey mouse hat, and a doorbell that played the "Lab Rats" theme song….. I still wouldn't own it.
A/N: Thank you so much for all of the positive reviews you guys! Well your wait is over! (Sorry for taking so long to update) You will find out what happens…. OR you couldn't and I could have not written the climax, I could just be leading you on! hehehe You'll just have to read and find out! I'm not very happy with this chapter but I figured I kept y'all waiting long enough so I just wrote it this way. So please forgive me if it wasn't what you were hoping for. I lost my inspiration but I promised not to abandon a story so heres yous goes! (haha) PLEASE REVIEW!
Chase's POV
Chapter Two:
We arrive at the plant not a minute later and quickly jog into the back building where the barrels are.
Once in, we take in the dim room before us. It's a spacious, begrimed area with an iron staircase leading up to a narrow landing that wraps around the whole room's perimeter. In short, a typical storage area.
"Okay guys let's check out the barrels and remember not to touch them until I tell you." I say to my siblings and wait for their nods of understanding before we approach.
I choose the closest barrel and scan the outside for any potential toxins.
It's taintless.
"It's clear. At least on the outside." I inform them.
"Alright, lets open this 'important' tin can and see what's inside already! I've got a date with Owen and I don't want to smell like oil or you guys." Bree huffs in impatience as she holds up the camera Mr. Davenport lent her.
I step forward and begin to pry the top off, but I don't get further than a half an inch open.
I grunt in agitation before turning to my older brother and swallowing my pride, "Adam, would you please open the barrel?"
Adam smiles and I swat his hand away as he pats my head saying, "Aww is little Chase not strong enough to get the big ol' barrel open? Don't worry little guy I've got ya covered."
I try and ignore how much his words hurt but my attempt does not succeed as Bree also taunts, "It's a good thing you have us Chase, otherwise you may not have been able to reach the door knob!"
When Adam opens the barrels' lid and gives Bree a high five for her comment, I explode.
"What is wrong with you two?! We're not only a team, but we're siblings! Why are you always degrading me about my stature? It's not like I chose to be the way I am! I was born this way. And News Flash: I'm younger than you two! Have you ever thought that that may be why I'm smaller than you? We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down. Especially on missions! This is what I was talking about earlier: We should not even be talking about this stuff now. You are being too careless! And I'm tired of picking up your slack."
I'm panting by the end of my rant, and my anger gives way to guilt as soon as I take in their expressions, but I don't take back my words. Turning my attention back to the task at hand I say, "Let's just finish this and go home so you guys don't have to be around me anymore. Bree; take a picture of what's inside."
She does so without another word and just as I'm about to let Mr. Davenport know we're done three things happen simultaneously: Our radio connection with Mr. Davenport goes dead, an alarm blares, and six men suddenly fill the room.
A man about 6'3 with military short hair and a handgun steps in front of the other men and says gruffly, "You kids have no business here. Go home before this gets ugly."
Bree lets out a bark of laughter, "It did as soon as you showed your face."
Then everything changes for the worst.
All time seems to freeze as the man points his gun at Bree's heart, and just as he pulls the trigger I throw myself in front of my sister without a second thought.
I don't know if anyone says or does anything in the next few moments because all I can process as I sink to the ground is the sound of my pounding heart in my ear drums.
All I can feel is the blinding pain every breath causes and the blood staining my suit as it flows from the two holes in my chest.
Everything feels like it's on fire.
But after a few minutes my vision starts to blur and the agonizing fire then begins to be replaced by a coldness that beckons to me.
But before I give in to it I am flooded with the consuming fire once again and with a flash of white light I am brought back to reality.
My eyes fly open to find Bree bent over me and pressing down firmly on my wounds to stop the bleeding. My hearing then comes back and I finally hear her shouting frantically, "Stay with us Chase! Don't you dare leave us! Come on Chase!"
I try to say her name but it instead comes out as a wet cough.
Her eyes snap up to mine and she places her hand against my cheek as she says, "Don't try to talk, it's okay, you're gonna be okay." I try to focus on her words but I can't help but feel like they are more for her sake than mine.
Adam then comes into sight breathing heavily and drops to his knees on my other side as Bree informs him, "Mr. Davenport said that the copter's here now. We have to get him home as soon as possible but I can't superspeed with him for fear of hurting him more so this is the only other way."
Adam nods in uncharacteristic seriousness before carefully sliding his arms beneath me and I cry out in agony as Bree removes the pressure and I start to bleed freely again.
Bree lets out a whimper at my pained cry and Adam even looks close to tears but they quickly remember what they need to do.
We soon approach the 'Davencopter' and despite my family's fearful shouts, once Adam gently lays me on the floor of the aircraft, I can no longer resist the pull of the darkness.
A/N: WELL! You didn't see that comin' did ya?! Mwahaha (hehe)! CLIFFHANGER! The next chapter WILL be the Last but I hope you enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) this story and Thank you for reading! :D Loads of love~ V
