It all started again. The blood was rushing out of his mouth while he coughed and clawed at him, the panic-stricken face with tears streaming out of his eyes.. Chase remembered the feeling of his trachea snapping beneath his thumbs and the shocked looked in his eyes as he realized this was how he was going to die. There was nothing stopping him and the wind was so very, very cold.

He looked up, still pressing his hands together, trying to make a fist with his hand around his neck and he heard the whispers in the wind.

Did you mean to do it? We believe you did.

No, he couldn't have. It was a takeover. It wasn't him. He's the son. He's the chosen one. He always had enough.

Wasn't this enough?

He looked down to see the lifeless body beneath him and there might have been a point where he had wanted to stop. Can't now, can you? What a good son you have been. He looked deeper at the dead man lying beneath him.

He was almost shocked at himself and when he looked up he saw Douglas, clapping and laughing. To the side stood Bree and Adam, crying tears of blood and screaming why. On the other side stood Evalyn and Francis, as stoic as ever. No emotions from their dead lifeless eyes, only more blood spilling out of their mouths.

The moon flashed above.

The rain started to pour incessantly.

Douglas' laughing and clapping didn't stop until it started to get drowned out with the other noise.

He heard the screaming.

The screaming didn't stop.

It was him.

The screaming finally stopped when he realized he was the one it was coming from. He caught a gasp like breath in his throat and start coughing. The force from his lungs was so hard he forced himself to stop as the pain shocked him into reality.

Chase didn't know if it had been days, hours, weeks. He had no recollection. He groaned when he opened his eyes and the beating sun was burning his flesh. Unbeknownst to him, he had caught himself on rocks on the way down. His body was wedged in the side of the cliff, broken and twisted. It was a funny, cruel thing that had happened. He supposed that he had deserved every moment of his misery.

However, it didn't distract him from the fact it was depressing to know that he was still alive. He had guessed that it was going to happen but he had hoped that it went worse than he had calculated. These were one of the times that he wished he had been wrong. What a time to be right he mused wryly.

He wasn't dead. He was sure of that. But Chase wasn't sure if he wanted to be alive. His body was broken. More specifically his back was broken into pieces. Regenerative healing wasn't going to be able to fix this kind of damage in time. Even so, he was not going to be able to get off the side of this cliff.

Chase struggled to think. He wanted to find a way out of this himself but he found himself knowing that he needed someone to come and get him. There was no way to use his arms. His right arm was broken and his left hand… Well, he wasn't sure if it even looked like a hand anymore. There was only so much he could do by himself. One of the times he felt the weakest was when he had to rely on someone else.

He had only two options at this point, Adam or Bree. Between his two siblings, he felt close to neither. In the past ten years, he had slowly but surely turned into the reclusive millionaire that he always felt suited him best. He struggled to take a deep breath but every time he did, he could feel the broken ribs shift and it just hurt to even think about living, let alone having to do it.

Chase wished he were dead.

He closed his eyes and tried to think. Bree was probably his best option. And as little as he wanted to, his survival instinct was stronger than his hatred of life. He sent her an SOS signal with his coordinates and all he could was wait and hope that she would come. He knew she would but he knew he wouldn't like the outcome.

But it was this or death.

He wasn't ready to die. Not yet. Definitely not this way. If he was going to die, he was going to make damn sure he had the final say of how and why.

"Chase?"

He heard her voice and he craned his head to look up but stop when the pain made him go nearly blind. Instead, he yelled, "I'm down here."

As he opened his eyes again, Chase saw Bree lean over and shake her head. "Hold on, I'm going to have to go get Adam."

Chase felt his heart sink. The last thing he needed was that.

It did not take long for either of his siblings to come back and when he opened his eye to look up, he saw the goofy grin on his brothers' face. But it switched very quickly, to a stoic seriousness once he saw the condition Chase was in.

Chase had no idea how long it had taken for them to get a rope around Adam and have him repel down to grab Chase, but he did make it back up to the top of the cliff. Adam had no words while he carried him back up the cliff. At least he could be thankful for that. Soon though, he knew that he was going to barraged with questions that he had no answers for.

No, he corrected himself. He did have answers but he wouldn't be willing to give those up. Not to anyone. Especially not to them.

"Chase, what the hell happened to you?" Adam looked over his brother.

Chase didn't say anything.

His sister wasn't taking his silence for an answer. "Chase, if you don't tell us, I don't understand how we are supposed to help you."

"Just get me home to my own lab. I can handle it from there."

Bree pursued her lips. "I don't see why we should. You, for years, have left us out to dry. You trying to do this life all alone and you can't. Don't you get it?"

Chase didn't care what she said. Everything she said was supposed to make him feel bad but right now all he could feel was the broken bones jutting out of his skin. He was bleeding too, it was a slow drip, almost a leak but it was starting to make him feel a bit woozy. "Either you guys are going to help me or you can just leave. I don't need you."

"Looks to me you need us more than you know." Adam gave him a glance, rolling his eyes at the same time. He was still in his hockey gear and he let everyone know he was frustrated by letting out a great, long sigh, "I left training for this? C'mon Bree. I can see he doesn't know what he needs."

Chase still laid on the ground. He would not engage her. He wanted to move and he wanted to say something but the overwhelming need that drove him to be by himself took over and he just closed his eyes. The pain was almost too much to bear. He couldn't let them back in, not now. Not after what had happened…

"I'm not sure what you are getting yourself into but I think Adam is right. You can't swallow your pride and tell us what's going on, then we are not going to sit here and beg. We are gone." With that, Bree grabbed Adam and they were gone in a trail of dust.

Hours went by and Chase was still lying on the edge of the cliff. At least he was glad to not be hanging off the side. He had scanned his body and he knew there was not much he could do. His only solace was that the bleeding had stopped.

The hours he was left there left him with his thoughts, as dark as they were. He didn't want to be with them but then again, Chase mused where else could he be?

It was when the sun was blacked out by a shadow he knew he wasn't alone. Chase felt the heat dissipate from the top of his eyelids and he could almost smell who it was. Whatever was about to happen, was going to be up there on fun things like falling off a cliff.

Right about the time that Chase opened his eyes is when he was wishing that he did fall off the cliff or not call for help.

A figure crouched down to the side of him and there stood his uncle, his father. Whatever the hell he was. He had never really worked through any of that emotional turmoil. Maybe if he had, he would have killed Douglas first instead. It wouldn't put him in the predicament that he found himself in now.

"Hello, Chase."

There was a certain giddiness to Douglas' voice that made Chase's blood boil. He had to calm down before he started to bleed anymore. Chase felt all the sensors blaring in his brain, screaming for the attention they needed but he had to calm down. What was he going to do?

"Douglas."

Douglas smiled, a little bit catty, a little bit playful. "I see you got yourself in pretty bad shape. And I know you called your siblings to help but wouldn't tell them why you ended up off the cliff, huh?" His words were laced with venom, oozed a level of deception Chase hadn't felt in a while.

He refused to dignify Douglas with a response.

Douglas didn't take to that however and started to tap him on the forehead. "You don't need to tell me. I know you better than you know yourself. I always have."

Then there was another voice. "It was a good play, Chase, but remember what I said. I am better than you."

Opening his eyes again, he turned his head to left and there stood a shadowy woman figure, one that he could only assume was Evalyn. He forced the sensor in his eye to shift and he saw her smiling at him, bright white teeth flashing and in absolute perfect health. There wasn't even a hair out of place on her head.

"How?"

Nothing had been calculated that she wouldn't have been hurt at all. What exactly did he miss? How could he have been so wrong?

Evalyn closed her mouth, still smiling. The smug look on her face irritated Chase to no end. Her words next bothered him even more, "I have everything, Chase. You must realize this." She started to chuckle, "Or did you not calculate that?"

He ground his teeth together. Bitch. "Then why are you both so obsessed with getting me?"

Douglas sat down next to his pseudo-son. He crossed his legs and folded his hands together. It took him a moment before he began.

"Listen, Chase, I've never been able to replicate your intelligence. You were the perfect subject. You've finally grown into your own and honestly, with Donnie gone- I'm free to show you exactly what you were supposed to be." He was almost gleeful at the end, smiling at Chase.

Chase felt the cold repulsion go down what was left of his spine and then settle into the pit of his stomach. "I'm not yours. I'm not built for anything. I'm going to do what I want to do."

Douglas laughed. "In this state, you're not going to do anything, Chase. You should realize, I can upgrade everything. But your intellect, I need that to keep going forward. It's all about the future, Chase."

"No deal." He didn't need to give it a second thought.

"Really?" Douglas smiled again. "Remember, we have Donnie's body. We can make sure that everyone knows your dirty little secret."

Maybe now he did need to give it a second thought. He wondered for a moment how they had gotten into his house but it was really no matter. There was the final card. He had been waiting for it to drop. In the back of his mind, he knew that Douglas would find something to hold over him. In his haste, Chase had been so overwhelmed by the last day or so, he hadn't even done anything with the body. That was his first and last mistake he would ever make. He was going to make sure of that.

Chase looked over at Evalyn. He was sure that she was going to play a deep part into this.

She smiled at him, joining Douglas on the ground next to him. "Chase, think about it. There's a bunch of wonderful things we can do together. There's no stopping us." Her fingers traced down his chest. She grabbed him up by the front of his shift and lifted him up in the air, as she pulled herself back to her feet.

With each step she took, she lifted his broken body and stretched her arm over the edge of the cliff. "Say no, you cease to exist. Say yes, and live to fight another day."

Her fingers tightened on the shirt. Evalyn's brown eyes starred ever-so intently into his and the longer he took, she slowly was uncurling her fingers, making certain that he knew his death would be imminent.

Where was the point that he finally crossed? When did he just say no and accept the fate that life had dealt him? His hand that he had played hadn't worked out like he had expected. There were so many probabilities of what was going to happen and yet he knew that his very existence was going to be based on his one decision that he made right now.

He was shaken back to reality as Evalyn made sure he took notice of the fact the only thing that was separating him and his body from the twisted rocks and sea below was her three fingers hanging onto the front of his shirt.

"Yes or no, Chase."

Chase, body broken and twisted. Brain, completely fractured from the human side of him, could only muster out a quiet, "Okay," and even so, Evalyn made it known that she didn't like his lack of enthusiasm or the fact that he had made her wait so long.

She spun around quickly and tossed him like a doll, his body smashing onto the hood and grill of his car. His face hit the hood hard enough that he felt another bone in face break and blood started to gush out of his lower lip that had just split.

Chase's body crumpled to the ground. He whimpered in pain as he felt all the blood rushing from his head to each extremity. Another couple of bones snapped as he fell and the bleeding was much worse now. Before he passed out, he wished that this was going to be the end of it.

Please end it all he silently cried. This should have been the end of him but Chase knew it was never going to be that east. Still, he pleaded in his head for it to stop but who was going to listen to the cries of a murderer?

A/N: This is my favorite scene. Well, one of them. This is where it starts to get really fun! If you like it, review please! It's the best source of feedback, constructive or positive! This isn't a mary-sue, I promise. Not by a long shot but I think Chase deserves to get some every now and then lol.