Kihonne: Hey people! I'm back! Welcome to the second chapter of The Facility. For those of you who've read my Lab Assistant, I usually do shoutouts. But because there were so many reviews, I'm just going to list the people who reviewed. So thanks to: alamodie, labratgwenpiper, Serbia, OmNomNom, dorienvera, MoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul, kelsy, Lover chocolate and ice-cream, .9, AntriLover5, amichele, Nicole0725, Tess Dufour, and 2 guests.

Vivyanna: You're taking to long.

Kihonne: Patience, Vivyanna.

Roxanna: Patience isn't in her dictionary, so can we please move this along?

Kihonne: Alright. Bree, do you want to do the disclaimer?

Bree: Sure. Kihonne doesn't own Lab Rats, or my family. Just this story and all of the OCs.

Adam's POV

"Hey! Watch it!" I shouted as I was pushed along a hallway. I'd woken up a few hours before hand to find myself in a cell with two girls, one named Roxanna and the other called Banshee.

They, well mostly Roxanna had explained to me that I was in some sort of prison for kids with superpowers. Banshee hadn't said much; she seemed really quiet, but Roxanna told me that she was always like that. Then, we'd been forced out of the cell by some agents. I couldn't use my strength against them; the cell had blocked it, as did the handcuffs they'd forced onto me.

I was honestly just hoping that Chase and Bree were okay. I couldn't remember what happened to them, but Roxanna thought they might be here. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

"Move it!" The agent ordered as he pushed me into a large room. I was about to snap at him, but stopped when I saw who else was in the room.

"Chase!" I grinned. Thank God he was alright. He grinned as we were forced onto chairs next to each other. Two agents undid our handcuffs, and replaced them with these weird looking metal bracelets.

"Adam! Have you seen Bree?" Chase questioned. I shook my head.

"No, have you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Vivyanna, a girl who shares a cell with me, said she's probably in another practice session." He replied.

"Is that what this is?" I asked. Chase nodded.

"Yeah, did you see that screen that came down before they dragged us out here?" I nodded. "Well, each room has a different purpose and the numbers next to the room are like ID codes. The only new numbers are you, me and Bree. She's with some guy called 'Robot Boy'."

I nodded. "So, you've got cell mates too? What powers do they have?" I questioned.

"Well, there's this kid named Alex, who has super speed. And Vivyanna can control fire. What about your cell mates?"

"Two girls. One is named Roxanna, and I think her powers have something to do with ice. I don't know about the other, but she's named Banshee." Chase looked at me.

"I think that's a nickname." He told me. "A banshee was a mythical creature that could release a high pitched scream."

"Really?" I was surprised. "She was so quiet."

Chase was about to respond, but was cut off when one of the agents walked over to us. He was tall, with black hair and beady eyes. "I am Special Agent Maybank!" he shouted. "I am your supervising officer for the day. You will do as I say when I say it and you will show me the proper respect. Do I make myself clear?"

I yawned loudly and Chase grinned. "Nope." I replied. Maybank raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't made myself clear?" he questioned. I shrugged.

"I guess not." I told him. Maybank smirked and glanced at Chase.

"You two were brought in together, am I right? Brothers, if I read your files correctly." He mused. I stood up, stepping in front of Chase.

"What's it to you?" I growled. He smirked and pulled out a remote. He pressed a red button on it.

"AHHH!" I spun around as Chase fell onto the ground, screaming in agony.

"Chase!" I exclaimed. I glared at Maybank. "Stop it!"

He let go of the button and Chase stopped screaming. He pushed himself off the ground, shaking weakly. "What did you do?" I demanded.

"Electricity flows through those bracelets. You disobey me, or if I just feel like it, I'll electrocute the other one. So, unless you want to be responsible for your brother's pain…" Maybank let the threat hang. I glared at him as Chase got to his feet.

"Adam, don't." he warned me as I started towards the man again. I stopped, and looked at Chase.

"I'm fine." He assured me. Maybank smiled.

"Enough." He told us. "Time to get to work."

"Work?" I repeated. Maybank stepped back from us and two agents pulled the chairs away. The ground beneath us raised about a foot, forcing us to look down on Maybank.

"We're going to work on your fighting skills today." He told us. Chase and I both stiffened.

"We're not going to attack each other." Chase glared daggers at him. Maybank laughed.

"You'll do as I tell you to." He reminded Chase. "But no. Today, we're just evaluating your skills. And your opponent is going to be virtual. Put on the glasses."

He tossed us each a pair of high tech glasses. I caught them and looked them over. They looked like the normal virtual simulator glasses Mr. Davenport would make us wear.

"Just like training back home." I said to Chase, who was looking at them suspiciously. He nodded and we put them on at the same time.

The room around us instantly changed. It seemed to get bigger, and it was so dark that I could hardly see Chase standing beside me. What I could see though, was that we were completely surrounded. There had to be at least two dozen people around us.

"Oh, shit. These guys take their training seriously." I cursed. Chase backed against me.

"I get left, you get right?" he suggested. I nodded. It didn't matter if we lost; they were just holograms.

"Go!" Chase ordered and I jumped on the first guy. I elbowed him in the head, then kicked the guy behind me in the stomach. They both dropped liked flies. I then attacked the next guy in line.

This time, he managed to get a punch in before I knocked him down. I gasped, not out of pain, but out of surprise. I actually felt that punch. Holograms and virtual simulators weren't supposed to hurt! If I ever got hit or kicked using Mr. Davenport's simulator, I couldn't even feel it, but this time I did!

I could see Chase going through his half of the crowd, and judging by the look on his face, he'd realized the same thing as me. One of the guys trying sweeping my legs out from under me, but I punched him in the face before he could. I then took down another two guys by throwing them into the far wall.

A sharp pain erupted in the back of my head. I hit my knees for a second, but knocked the guy out right after. I heard Chase call out as even more guys surrounded us. Two guys attacked me at once, one from behind, the other clawing at my face. There was a loud crunch and I was body-slammed into the ground, just as the simulation evaporated around me. Chase was on the ground next to me, cradling his left arm with a grimace on his face. Other than that, he seemed to not be too badly injured.

"That was pathetic." Maybank sneered at us. I glared at him as I raised my hand to my face. My nose hurt a lot, and I wasn't too surprised when my hand came away bloody.

"Pathetic?" I echoed angrily. "We took out ten men!"

"Yes, and even little Mira can take out fifteen." He snapped. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to survive."

Chase pushed himself off the ground and limped over to me. He offered me a hand, pulling me up as the agents showed a replay of our results on the screen.

"You okay?" I asked, gesturing at his arm. He tried to shrug, but decided better of it.

"Alright, let's do that again." Maybank ordered. "Can you at least try this time?"

"Again?" I gasped. He wanted us to get our asses kicked like that again?

"Man, I hope Bree's not going through this too." Chase commented. I nodded. If they laid a hand on my little sister, I would make them pay.

Bree's POV

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groaned, pushing myself off the ground. My eighth time through that damn simulator and I'd only managed to get eight of the agents out. I was supposed to be fighting along side someone else but they had been given a reprieve from fighting practice due to severe injuries. I was afraid to find out how he got them, or how badly he was injured.

Just as I was about to be put through another round of the fighting simulator, there was a loud alarm. Surprised, I spun around, trying to find the source.

Agent Keeton, the one in charge of my fight training, walked over to me. He was a shorter man, with a buzz-cut and brown eyes. "Hold out your hands." He instructed. I did as I was told; I'd already made the mistake of disobeying him. I wasn't that big a fan of the consequences.

He put my hands back in the power restricting hand cuffs and took off the electric bracelet. I was relieved that he could no longer electrocute me at will, but I still wished I could speed out of the training room and go find my brothers.

"Where are we going?" I demanded as he led me down a short hallway. He didn't answer me. Instead, he stopped at one door, opened, and pushed me in. I heard the click of the lock behind me. The room was very small, about the size of an office. There was a shower to my left, hidden by pale white sheets. Across the showers was a giant timer that read 8:53

"Hello." I spun around and realized that I wasn't alone in the room. Three other girls, two about my age and one about ten, were watching me with curious eyes.

The first girl was tall, with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. Behind her, a girl with dark brown hair sat on a bench, holding a wet towel over a cut on her forehead. The youngest of the girls stood behind her. She was crimson red hair, and piercing green eyes.

"Hi." I greeted, watching them carefully. They didn't look like agents, but they could be. Although, it was more likely that they were prisoners like me. I looked at the girl who was bleeding. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, you know. Derek." She said it as if it was obvious. I had no clue who Derek was, but apparently, he was the type of guy that would hit a girl. The brunette frowned at me. "Hey, you're Bree, right?"

"How do you know my name?" I demanded.

"The new guy in my cell, a midget with spiky hair, mentioned you." She replied. I stared at her.

"Do you mean Chase?" She knew where one of my brothers were! The girl nodded.

"Yeah, that's his name. You're his sister, right?" I nodded. "Oh, cool. I'd say that it's nice to meet you, but you'd rather be anywhere but here, am I right?"

"Yeah." I didn't even try to deny it. The light hair girl smiled kindly at me and offered me a towel.

"The shower's all yours if you want it." She offered. "You won't get another chance to clean off for a while. We get the showers every second day." She explained. I smiled gratefully. "Oh, I'm Roxanna by the way."

"Vivyanna." The dark haired girl nodded at me. She gestured at the red head. "She's Mira, but we all call her Banshee."

I nodded. They turned back to each other, so I stepped into the shower. The water was ice cold, and there was no shampoo or conditioner. But at least it was something. When I came out, the timer said 2:34.

"What happens when it hits zero?" I asked.

"We get taken back to our cells for today's meal." Roxanna explained. I nodded.

"I don't suppose they have room service here?" I joked. Roxanna cracked a smile.

"No, sorry." She replied. She was silent for a moment. "Hey, you had fighting practice this morning, right?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked. She sighed.

"Nothing, I was just curious. The only person doing that type of training, aside from you and your brothers was an old friend of mine. But he ended up fighting Derek yesterday, and he was hurt. I was wondering if he seemed alright."

I could tell that Roxanna was genuinely worried about this guy. I shook my head.

"They didn't bring him in because of his injuries. But apparently, he's supposed to be in my cell later." I told her. "I'll tell you that you were worried."

Roxanna smiled gratefully. "Thanks." She said just as the timer hit zero. Four agents, thankfully all women, came in. They each grabbed one of us and started pulling us down the halls. I looked at the girls desperately.

"If you see my brothers…" I trailed off, unsure of how to finish.

"We'll tell them you're alright!" Roxanna assured me. I tried to thank her, but didn't get the chance as I was pushed into my cell. I stumbled into someone, knocking them to the ground.

"Ow! Watch it!" He exclaimed. I stared at him, wide-eyed. No. No way. He gasped, recognizing me as well. "Bree?"

"M-Marcus?" I demanded, jumping to my feet. The android-boy stared up at me, just as shocked. I could hardly believe it. I'd thought Marcus was dead. And here he was, alive and well. Okay, make that alive. Marcus looked terrible. His right arm no longer resembled that of a human. Instead, it looked more like a robotic mess of wires and metal. Parts of the skin on his face were gone too, revealing the metal plates beneath.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, shocked.

"The government grabbed us from our home." I replied. Marcus nodded thoughtfully. "What about you?"

"It's a long story." I glared at him. "Alright, so this is what happened…"

Kihonne: And you will find out what happened to Marcus in the next chapter. I'm not sure how long it's going to be between updates. My plan is to update this on the 17th, because that's when I get back from vacation, but you should get it by the 20th at the most. See you all then!