Hey Everybody! I hope you guys enjoyed Chapter 2: Minus One Davenport. Who's ready for Chapter 3? This particular chapter below is shifting the focus back to Chase's perspective and where he is currently. Last time we saw Chase he had super-sped out of the lab and was headed for Barrow, Alaska. What's going to go down there?

Thank you to all my readers for all the kind and constructive comments; you guys are a constant source of encouragement. Though you may not realize it, you guys are the one's encouraging me to move forward with this story. At one point, after scrapping my original idea for the first chapter, I was pretty close to just dropping the story completely. It's thanks to all of your kind words that you're able to watch this story blossom. Grazie!

Chase's POV

Only Hours Earlier…

It was exhilarating running at such a fast pace; watching my surroundings shift constantly with every swift step I took. As I was headed toward my desired destination, I was running calculations in my head as to how fast I was running and how long exactly it would take for me to get to the encampment site. I was astonished at the results once discovering I had already arrived, seeing a Davenport Industries insignia etched into the large titanium doors of the compound in the distance.

Suddenly, I felt a slight burning sensation overcome my body; it felt as if I was on fire. I'd completely neglected in my excitement an obvious fact: that the oxygen and nitrogen particles in the air rub against one another when an individual is running at a great speed resulting friction. This burning sensation was a result of that effect for a beginner such as myself. Bree hadn't faced a problem such as this in over a decade; perhaps she did have something over me.

Reaching into my black utility belt, I searched frantically for anything that could be of use. I quickly pulled out a vial filled to the brim with an elixir; Mr. Davenport had entrusted me with it following a nasty frostbite I had received a few missions prior. I had my fingers crossed that it could help me in this dire situation; I didn't think I go any further with the mission at this point.

After chugging down its contents, I paused as if to wait for a miracle. I didn't even notice take effect, when one of the compound's security guards approached me hitting me over the head with his gun. I completely blacked out. . .

It was several hours before I woke up again, my head pounding from the impact the gun had on my head. I let out a groan in pain as my vision cleared; soon realizing I was tied up to a nearby pole. The man that I presumed knocked me out had just returned from outside the site; apparent in his snow covered appearance. The burly man quickly took off his heavy winter coat and hat, watching me as he did so.

"You're up. Good . . ." The man said, as he continued to shed off the many layers he had on; until wearing only wore a red fleece jacket and a single pair of black snow pants.

"Who are you? Why'd you knock me out?" I asked groggily, my head aching with every word I spoke.

"Better question, kid. Who are you?" He asked, advancing toward me with arms folded across his expansive chest.

"Chase Davenport, Donald Davenport's son. He didn't inform you I was coming?" I asked, concealing my true purpose of being at the compound. "I was sent to ensure that Douglas Davenport was securely locked away. Perhaps, I'm talking to the wrong guy. Would you happen to have anyone present that is higher up in command?"

"You're looking at the highest ranking officer and security detail worker here." The burly man remarked, with a hint of pride in his saying so.

"If you'd be so kind to untie me, I'd love to finish what I came here for." I flashed as sincere of a smile that I could muster at the moment; wanting so desperately to just throw a sarcastic quip or two his way.

"I don't think so. First, I'll run the story by Mr. Davenport to see if this little story of yours is fabricated or not. Just sit tight, kid. Oh, wait . . . You can't go anywhere anyways!" He laughed hysterically and headed back to his desk, pulling out an old red corded phone.

Instantly, I felt a surge of energy and used my newly acquired super strength to break the ropes that held me captive. I immediately sped up to the burly gentleman and threw a punch, knocking him into his desk; the desk and phone being completely demolished by the man's weight.

"You won't be making any calls anytime soon." I remarked with a grin and sped off in the opposite direction, hearing angry shouts and grunts as the man attempted to help himself back onto his feet.

I paused at one of the large steel doors, seeing it was left slightly ajar. Looking left and right down the bare hallways, I confirmed my suspicions; there wasn't another soul in this building refraining me from going any further on my mission. It was almost too easy.

I kicked the door open, not knowing that my own super-strength would knock the door off its hinges. I winced slightly at the door hitting the cold hard concrete floor and brought my vision back up to see Douglas enclosed in ice; frozen holding a gun out in front of him. As I approached the block of ice I studied my biological father's features; though wearing an angry expression across his face I could see the sadness and pain in his eyes. He felt betrayed.

Instantly, I felt a pang of guilt hit me; I'd never paused and looked at the situation any differently. I now clearly saw that his only motive in capturing Adam, Bree, and I was to simply be reunited with his kids. At the time of the avalanche I knowingly played into that weakness of his, leading him on only to backstab him. I felt horrible.

What if everything I know is a lie? What if the spectrum between good and evil isn't as black and white as I thought it was? You've never given Douglas a chance, how can you know he's truly evil? What if his intentions are just misunderstood? What if he's misunderstood? You can relate because . . . you're misunderstood.

My head was swimming once again with questions, I couldn't take it. Everything I'd ever known was suddenly coming into question from the moment I woke up in the lab earlier that morning. I suddenly had this innate urge to know Douglas and have questions answered. That's why I was here, that why I had to free Douglas.

I held my index finger and middle finger to my temple, focusing my vision on that of the block of ice. Without hesitation my eyes began to glow a faint red and instantly my eyes shot out two bright red beams of heat; melting the ice in the process.

Douglas's limp and cold body instantly fell to the floor; surrounded in a puddle of water. I immediately ran to his side, discarding his gun once realizing the bullets were of no use. He let out a groan in exhaustion, his eyes closed shut for a moment.

"Douglas . . . Douglas!" I shook his shoulders violently, trying to gain his attention; noticing he was slightly disoriented.

"Whaaat. Mom I promise I won't fake my death ever again, just five more minutes!" He groaned, turning over on side; his back facing me.

Suddenly, flashes of green light flashed throughout the small containment room; an alarm echoing down the halls of the compound. This sound alone caused Douglas to fully gain consciousness and he quickly sat himself up. Noticing me only a few inches away, hovering beside him; sent him back up to his feet.

"What are you doing here, Chase" He asked coldly, checking his pockets for anything to arm himself. The grown man, now knowing he was unarmed, paused and studied me once realizing I wasn't going to attack.

"I came to take you up on your offer, Mr. Davenport." I replied, my hazel eyes meeting his. There was no hesitation in my voice, no inkling of regret or restraint; there was definitely no going back.