Chapter 3
The Rescue

Chase's P.O.V.

She just stood there, staring. It was completely silent as she looked right into my eyes. And I didn't dare break the gaze.

My hand was held out for her to take, while the pale man did the same. But we just stared. It was like the world paused for a second, no, a minute. I didn't know what I was thinking right then and there. What the heck did I think this was going to accomplish? What is going to happen next? Really, I wasn't thinking. I was just...

"Who the heck are you?" A voice asked in a demanding tone. The body who seemed to have just spoke emerged from the shadows, revealing his identity. It was the third of the three men. He wore the same black suit as the others. I couldn't make out very much detail of what he looked like, mostly because half of his face was covered with the black sunglasses. All I could see was his deathly white skin and the scar that was long enough across his face so it was visible to me.

"Don't make me ask you again, boy." He urged, hissing his words out. I stood up straight, and confident.

"I'm someone you don't want to mess with, you hear? So get out of my way. Molly, grab my hand." I declared, with a scowl on my face. She glimpsed at me when she heard her name. At that same point, Adam and Bree stood up next to me so they could see them.

The three glanced over at us. Then to each other. When they looked back, they burst out laughing.

"A... A... Wait! A group... Group of teens... What is this? A joke?" The tan man snickered to the others. My somewhat confident self died down as they began to doubt us. When the laughter lowered to almost nothing, he started speaking again. "Molly, now that this scene is over... Come with us. And kids, the coaster exit is to the left or you can just go back the way you came."

She turned her head to the men. "I guess I'll be going." She spoke, losing her fake country accent she used to disguise herself before. She then looked back at me and mouthed sorry. She walked over to them.

"Good choice, girl." The scarred man tapped her back. "I guess we'll be going." As they moved closer to the exit, Bree spoke up.

"They're fakes." She implied completely straight-forward. Molly stopped in her tracks. The men kept walking, but stopped after they noticed she did.

The pale man stayed backwards, but spoke a muffled. "What did you say?" This time, he turned around to face Bree eye to eye. "What did you say!" He asked again, in a deeper, more menacing tone.

She, in an equally menacing tone, repeated "They're fakes." Then, she smirked. One of those mocking smirks that will tick almost anyone off.

Then it happened. The same man, who seemed like he had reached his hand into his pocket, wrapped his hands around something grey and metallic. No. No no no no.

He pulled his arm up holding a caliber pistol in hand. I screamed "BREE!" And at the same time, Adam yelled "NO!" His finger reached to the trigger and pulled it. Like it was nothing. Like shooting a teen was no big deal.

Molly's arm reached up to try to stop him from shooting, but it was too late. As the bullet inched closer, I ran at full speed in front of her body. I activated my force field at the very last second, knocking the ammo down to the ground. At that point, the room was silent. You could hear a pin drop. Or in this case, a bullet.

The four of the people standing across from us stood with mouths wide open. Shocked on so many levels. Especially the man who shot at Bree.

Adam, Bree, and I separated from the huddled position we were just in. Into one group. "Hand her over." Adam commanded. Nothing happened. He kind of laughed as he said "Or... There is much more where that came from. So, what do you choose? Easily handing that girl over, or suffering the consequences."

Molly and two of the men were still in a state of surprise. The scarred man on the other hand busted out an evil laugh. One that you would only think came from the movies. "Ok, ok, you caught us. We were just acting as CIA so we could take this brat to our base and take that... thing... out of her head."

Out from the corner Molly exclaimed "What! I have had years of training! How could I have fallen for a fake identity act!"

The scarred man laughed again. "Yes, it was quite odd how easily you fell for it. I expected much more from you Miss Vega." He admitted straight to her face. She looked crushed. That moment was cut off quick when the tan and pale man grabbed her arms.

"Let... Let me go!" She yelled out, struggling to get free.

I angrily looked at the scarred man. "Let her go." I demanded.

The man faced his glasses straight at my eyes. "No thank you. An obstacle like one superhero teenager with a single power isn't going to stop us from finishing our duty."

Bree cut in. "One superhero teen? One power?" She asked. Doing that same smirk that almost got herself killed. Is she trying to tick this guy off? I thought to myself.

He looked at her funny. In a threatening tone he replied, "What? What are you implying?"

"How 'bout three? And multiple powers?" Adam called out. He crossed his arms.

This time, the scarred man didn't look so courageous. Just for seconds did this information catch him off guard before his scared expression changed back to kill everyone mode. "Try me." He challenged. He obviously didn't believe us.

"With pleasure." Bree sassed back to him. I watch how in seconds Bree ran faster then the speed of light and gathered the three men in a group together in the center if the room and came back standing next to me.

"How did you..." The tan man started but was cut off by Bree.

"How did you..." She imitated with her voice manipulation in the exact same way the man had said it.

Adam then ran over to the waiting areas where you board the ride. He ripped the gates out of the almost impossible to break ground of the ride. He then took the bars and curved them into a circle in which he dropped over the men, trapping them immediately.

The men looked at Adam and Bree in complete shock. The pale man then glared at me in horror. Then with whatever courage he had left, he exclaimed. "What more could you have? How could it even be possible for you to have any more abilities?"

"I have the ability to kick your butt, with my mind." I bragged to the man making the look that Leo calls unattractive. Or other known as my "idea face".

The pale man looked at me, then two his comrades, and back. He then started to laugh. "Ooh! Super smarts! So scary! Like knowing the answer to a math question will defeat us. So likely." He sputtered sarcastically.

"Oh, it will." I coaxed. A smile crossed my face. I took my three fingers and pointed them at the coaster and began to manipulate the energy around it. Using my molecular kenisis, the vehicle started hovering off the ground.

"Now, see here. If I drop this at a forty five degree angle, this coaster will smash this very expensive equipment that controls all of this ride." I explained. My head turned to look at Bree. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?" I asked her, winking.

She saw me wink, so she knew that I had a plan. "No, we sure wouldn't." She replied.

I looked back at the men. "If I throw this at a one hundred and eighty degree angle, it will crash into the wall. But that will ruin this ride! That would put us in a bad situation, so I'd rather not do that." I sputtered. The men looked nervous, because they new what was coming.

"Oh! But what do we have here! If I drop this at a ninety degree angle, it will land straight on top of you three, crushing you immediately!" I smiled largely, like a psychopath. I could even tell I looked like I was having the time of my life. Which means the plan was working. "I'll go with that!" I exclaimed. I glared at Bree. "Doesn't that sound like a good plan?" I asked her.

"Most definitely!" She laughed.

"Well then... here I go!" I yelled. The men looked at each other either shutting their eyes or widening them in fear. "5. 4. 3. 2. And finally..."

"Stop! Just stop! Please!" Were the screams of the three, now unconfident people.

I made a frown show up on my face. "Now, what would that bring me? I won't get anything in return if I don't drop this." I declared. Surprisingly, the first one to speak up was the scarred man.

"TAKE HER! Alright, you get the girl! Is that what you wanted? Is that what you were searching for?" He yelled, speaking for all three of them. He was extremely angry. Like if we took off the bars, he would strangle me. I on the other hand, was extremely joyous because everything happened as I planned it in my head.

"Oh! Yes sir!" I cried out. "That is exactly what I wanted. Now, if you don't mind, we'll be leaving." I smiled and signaled for Adam and Bree to come closer to me instead of all scattered around the room. I looked back at them for one last time. "It was nice threatening with you, though."

When they walked over to where I was standing, Bree pushed us to the back of the room and started whispering. "Where are we going to bring them? I mean, we can't just leave them lying there, or send them to prison. They've seen us use our bionics." She told us. She defiantly had a point.

Right after they are taken into custody, they'll blab about how three bionic kids attacked them at an amusement park. If they give a good enough description of what we look like, bam. We are sent to an underground facility and Mr. Davenport goes to jail.

"We can do what we did to Douglas." Adam pointed out. "Like, before Krane helped him escape. And without completely freezing them into an ice cube." After thinking it through, that could actually work.

"So basically you just want us to place them into the same facility we put Douglas in." Bree said.

"Well, duh," Adam replied. I guess that's a plan then. I decided to contact Mr. Davenport our ideas.

I clicked the camera that was around my neck's buttons a few times. I put it up to my mouth, but after I explained the plan, there was no reply. That's weird.

"It's not working for me, either." Bree commented. She wiggled the necklace around while Adam tapped the bracelet a few times. "Contact out of the ride must have been tampered with."

"Now what?" I asked them. "I mean, how are we supposed to get instructions on what to do next if we can't speak with Mr. Davenport?" What are we going to do about these men? And more importantly, Molly?"

I then turned around to see her. Molly. When she approached us, she looked absolutely different. Not bad different. No. She looked beautiful. She must have taken off whatever makeup she was wearing when we were arguing. She definitely was no older then 16. Before She took off the makeup, I believed she was in her twenties. She had long, blonde and wavy hair that reached down a little further then her shoulders. Her face was also much more symmetrical then it was when she had her face mask on.

I stopped studying her features when she started speaking. Hands on hip she declared "I think I can take care of myself, thank you."

Bree and Adam turned around after she spoke. "You did a grand old job taking care of yourself right there, didn't ya." Bree sassed sarcastically back to her. Molly's grin turned into a grimace. I felt the tension between the two immediately.

"You know, I try! I'm always put in these terrible and dangerous situations where I don't know who to trust!" Molly hollered angrily back to Bree. "So lay off my back girl!" I turned to look at Bree, who's face was red.

"Hun, you don't know dangerous!" Bree replied. "We have to go on these... these life threatening missions almost everyday! Challenge after challenge, enemy after enemy!"

Molly shook her head as she lowered it down. "You don't know how many enemies I have encountered over a span 8 years! 8 years, you hear! I had to live my childhood day after day hoping that someone wasn't going to attack me if I left my home. Even in my own home I felt insecure!"

Bree gave her a dirty look. "Just 8 years you say? We have been doing this our whole lives! Train, train, train. Fight, fight, fight. Every day. And not to mention, we have this super-extreme secret we have to keep! We can't even tell our closest friends!"

Oh, gosh. This is getting out of hand. If Bree keeps this up, Molly will stop trusting us. And I don't even want to know how that will end up.

Though, I would find out. When Molly spoke that one word. That one word that would pushed Bree over the edge. It would lose the trust that we so needed to finish the mission.

Molly smirked "Don't even get me started about secrets... Robot." Robot. Not only did this hurt Bree, but Adam and I also. It caught us off guard at the right moment. The perfect moment for her to attack.

I stared at her eyes. The iris started moving around, like bouncing off of walls. Then, in a split second, they went back to normal. Her mouth smiled smugly. What I never expected to happen, happened. The skinny girl, who looked like she couldn't even lift a brick, gained the highest belt in karate.

This girl probably could take on 20 people. She kart wheeled twice to reach Bree and flipped over her. When she reached the ground, she side kicked the bottom of Bree's legs, knocking her off her feet. As her body fell down, Molly punched her in the stomach.

Adam ran over to defend Bree. When he went for a kick, Molly flipped over his leg and double punched his shoulders in the air. She landed on the ground with her hands, in a handstand position. She wrapped her legs around Adams waist. He tried to punch them off, but she pulled herself up and put her arms on his shoulders. She kicked his back, making him fall to the ground next to Bree.

I stood, mouth open in shock. What just happened?I thought to myself. She stood across the room where my siblings were knocked out on the ground and cracked her knuckles. Her head turned to me. "It's your turn." She muttered as she flipped across the room. I stood in my fighting stance as she started coming closer.

She stopped a foot away from me. I took my right hand and punched at her shoulder. Her hand went up and she blocked it. I did the same for my left hand, and she dodged it. We went on fighting, both becoming out of breath.

"W... why are you... you fighting us?" I asked her, kicking at the same time. She took the blow and she then punched at my face and I ducked down.

She panted as she sidekicked and said "The way that gi... girl... antagonized me. I... Can't trust you. You... are working to... to take me away and... and use me. For... for the intersect." I dodged her kick and elbowed her arm.

But wait. What did she say? "What the heck is an... an intersect? We... came here on... on a rescue mission." I explained fighting back. "Our... leader wouldn't tell... tell us why." When she heard my explanation, itmusthave thrown her off. What she thought was happening, was wrong. She stopped fighting for a second, which is when I could make my move.

I swiped my left leg past hers, making her lose her stance and fall to the ground. She lay down, not moving. Just when I thought I defeated this girl, I saw her head turn up to face me, and could see in her eyes that she was about to stand back up and keep at it. Of course, my instinct was to jump down and make sure she didn't get back up.

I placed my hands down next to her shoulders and my legs over hers so they couldn't move. I looked down at her. She struggled a bit, but stopped when she made eye contact with me. I stared into those perfect, bright green eyes. Maybe they were more of a hazel color, but still. She did the same thing to me. At that point, all the tension ended. Everything stopped. We didn't just capture three dangerous men. She didn't just take out both my brother and sister. We didn't just fight each other.

I almost kissed her. Or at least wanted to.

That moment ended when I heard two people run our way. One of the people awkwardly said "Um... The helicopter is landed outside the park for you guys."

"Ohhhhhh... We must interrupting something." Sarcastically remarked the voice of my step-brother.

We quickly separated from each other. I moved myself from on top of her and she shifted left. What was I thinking?I asked myself in my head. First off, were are on a rescue mission! Hello? Second, don't even know this girl. She could be insane for all I know! Third, she just beat up Adam and Bree, who are still passed out on the floor. But maybe if she wasn't trying to kill me...

"What the heck happened?" Mr. Davenport yelled to me looking from the three men locked up in the other room, to my siblings, to Molly and I. I scooted away from her and she did the same. This must look really, um, odd from his point of view.

"They were... and I..." Molly began with a completely embarrassed tone.

"She like... and I came and..." I tried to explain to him, but could not get the right words out of my mouth. He stared at us with a complete look of confusion on his face.

Leo cut in. "You better tell us in the helicopter, 'cus we gotta go." He looked just as confused.

Mr. D took a Walkie Talkie out of his pants pocket and put it up to his mouth. In a muffled voice, Mr. D mumbled "Call in the extract crew for the men." into his Walkie Talkie. He set it back into his back pocket and looked at us.

"C'mon. Let's go." He motioned his hands for us to come. We both stood up and walked over to were he was standing in an awkward motion.

Then he glanced down at Leo. "And take care of your brother and sister." He handed Leo a silver device. Leo grabbed it and ran over to where Adam and Bree were now somewhat awake. They of course were puzzled on what was happening and were groaning from where Molly hit them. Leo bent down and put the device near Bree's neck. He clicked a white button on the machine. A glowing light scanned past her neck. She immediately stood back up, like she regenerated. Leo did the same to Adam and whispered "C'mon." They walked over to us.

Adam and Bree gave Molly a dirty look as they passed by each other. Mr. Davenport motioned for us to follow him as he and Leo strolled out the exit.

"This will be great." I mumbled to myself as I followed behind them.