~I do not own Lab Rats~
The sun is just beginning to rise when I open my eyes. After walking aimlessly for about an hour, I realized how tired I was. I guess that nap I took back in the woods wasn't enough. I found a small park and decided to take another nap on a bench.
Now, I can hear a car pass by every once in a while, which is completely different from the empty streets last night, or was it this morning, I'm not sure. I really wish I had my phone, I know how to disable the locator, or at least have a watch. I just need to know what time it is.
At least I know what day it is, Friday, and that means that my siblings are all at school, not out looking for me. Well, two of them should be there.
The memory rushes into my head, but I block it out. I refuse to think of that incident again.
Ugh, why did this have to happen to me? He's always been here, always trying to ruin my life. There's never really been a big consequence from his actions, until now. This is bad, very bad. I don't know how I'll ever be able to live with myself after this. A guy almost died because of me!
No, I have to keep reminding myself, it was because if him. You know what he is? The bane of my existence. The reason I'm practically a criminal. The one who's destroying my family, without the slightest care. He's the dark side to my light.
There's those word again, dark side. When I first heard those words, they came from the person I least expected. I never expected to hear those two words together like that, and especially directed towards me. Wait, no, him.
Again, I have to remind myself that he's to blame. He's always to blame, but am I ever? I don't know...maybe I could've held back more. Maybe I could've get my anger in check and not get so angry so fast. Maybe I could've calmed myself down more and none of these incidents would've happened.
All these maybes swim through my head, and they make me realize one thing. Maybe I am to blame.
Just think about it, if I had just stayed calm and cooled down, then he would never have come out. He can't come out when I'm calm. If I was only better at controlling my emotions, I wouldn't be sitting on a park bench who knows where.
So, am I the one to blame? Or is he?
Ugh! Why does this have to be so confusing? Why did this have to happen to me?
I tilt my head and stare into the sky. It's becoming lighter out, and it is no longer sunrise. Maybe I can figure out where I am now, and what time it is.
My stomach suddenly growls, and I realize that I haven't eaten anything since lunch at school yesterday. I'm really hungry, and I need to find something to eat. I feel my pockets and find my wallet, I'm glad I brought it.
I get up from the bench I'm on, but I am almost instantly sitting back down. The pain in my head is stronger than it was before, and I feel the back of it, there is no more blood. Great, I hope I don't have a concussion.
I don't have time for this. I get up from the bench, taking it slower this time. My head is still in pain, but I have to eat. I try my best to ignore the pain, but it doesn't work that well.
The park is in the middle of multiple neighborhoods, with one in each direction. I choose to guess for which one to go through. I decide on the one directly in front of the bench.
After walking for what I think is about twenty to thirty minutes, I notice a local diner in the distance. I pick up speed, my stomach growling even more with every step I take.
When I arrive at the front of the diner, I'm hungrier than I think I've ever been in my life. Okay, I know that's a bit exaggerated, but it doesn't matter to me.
I open the door, and a bell sounds indicating that I have entered. I look around a bit, noticing a jukebox against one of the walls, how nostalgic. There are about only about four or five other people, excluding the workers. I see that I can either sit in a booth or on a stool at the counter, I decide on a booth; I don't want anyone to notice the back of my head, which I need to clean.
I take a seat in a booth in the far back corner, away from everyone else in here. A lady, who is clearly a waitress, approaches me almost instantly. She gives a warm smile and hands me a menu.
"Can I start you off with anything to drink?" She asks in a thick southern accent.
"Um..." I look at the drinks on the menu and decide that I'm not in the mood for anything special, or anything that costs much; I need to save as much money as I can. "I'll just have a glass of water, please."
The waitress, whose name tag reads 'Dena', keeps her smile and writes it down. "I'll be right back with your water." She leaves me to get the drink.
There's a lot of food on the menu, and I quickly check my wallet to see how much money I have. Sixty-seven dollars and...thirteen cents, more than enough. I put my wallet back in my pocket and look back at the menu.
"Here you go," the waitress places the water in front of me on the table. "Now, what would you like to eat?"
"Oh," I look at the menu and choose the first thing that looks good to me. "I'll have the blueberry waffles with a side of hash browns."
"Okay, coming right up," she writes down my order, takes the menu from my hand, and leaves me.
I know I could've asked her to come back so I could think more about what I want, but I want to get out of here as fast as I can.
I look around again, and my eyes land on a clock on the wall opposite the jukebox. The time, according to that clock, is 8:06. Good, my siblings should all be in school by now.
The bell rings, indicating that someone else has entered the diner. I am instantly drawn to attention, and see that a lady with short blond hair has entered, but why does she look so familiar?
Wait, no, this can't be happening! Now I know why she's looks so familiar. She's the lady from yesterday, the one being attacked by that man! The man that I, no, he stabbed.
She can't see me!
"Now what do we do?" Leo asks with a hint of fear in his voice. "We can't just stay hidden, we're practically sitting ducks!"
"Ooh, do you think if I offer him the rest of my hotdog, he'll snap out of it?" Adam asks as he picks up the half-eaten hotdog from the floor.
"Ew, Adam, no!" Bree makes a disgusted face and rips the hotdog out of Adam's hand before shoving it into the garbage.
"Great, now we'll never know if it was going to work or not!" Adam pouts while sinking down into a corner. Bree only rolls her eyes before peeking over at Spike from behind a locker. He's got a severely angered look on his face, and he has run out of things and people to throw.
"Good, maybe since he's out of things to throw he'll calm down," Bree sighs.
"Well, there's that," Leo starts, "or he'll start raiding every room in the school!" Bree looks from Leo to Spike and sees him advancing toward the cafeteria.
"Oh no," Bree says with a scared look.
"What's the big deal, maybe he's just getting a hotdog?" Adam suggests as he joins Bree next to the side of the locker.
"Adam..." Bree decides not to argue with him.
"Bree, if we're going to do to something, we need to do it now," Leo suddenly says.
Bree hasn't thought out anything, but she knows he's right. She quickly gets up from her spot and starts walking toward Spike.
"Bree?" Leo questions her. "What are you doing?"
"Honestly, I'm not even sure myself, but it may just be what we need to do." Bree answers as confidently as she can. "Or at least the only thing we can do," Bree whispers the last part to herself.
"Spike!" He whips around at the sound of his voice, and a menacing smile, that gives Bree chills, appears on his face.
"Ooh, fresh meat," he growls and approaches Bree. "Trying to be brave, Princess?" He spits the last word, and Bree suddenly regrets her choice.
"Please, Chase, I know you're in there, you just need to calm down," Bree places a hand on Spike's shoulder. He instantly grabs it and pulls her to the ground. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work."
Spike yanks Bree up from the ground, and a look of fear flashes across her face before she is lifted above the ground. "Stop! Put me down!" Bree yells and squirms in Spike's hands, but his grip only tightens.
"Fat chance, Princess," Spike laughs.
"I hate that nickname!" Bree complains.
"I didn't ask for your approval!" Spike throws Bree across the room at the last word. Adam and Leo both come out of their hiding spots and attempt to catch her in time, but they aren't fast enough. Bree collides with the ground, her right leg hitting first.
Leo cringes when a slight crack is heard, and is almost certain that something broke. "Bree!" He yells as he comes back to his senses, as him and Adam rush over to her side. She's conscious and it didn't look like she hit her head anyway. "Are you okay?" Leo asks with worry, even though he's almost certain that she's not.
"I-I don't know," Bree cringes as she sits up and looks at her right leg. Leo and Adam's eyes both look down at it and cringe themselves; it's bent at an odd angle.
"Obviously not," Adam starts, "your leg's facing the wrong direction. Here, let me fix it." Adam reaches for Bree's leg, but Leo grabs his arm before he can do anything.
"No, Adam, her leg is broken, she needs help, medical help." Leo emphasizes on the word 'medical'.
Bree starts to feel a little dizzy and light-headed as the pain from her leg starts to catch up with her. She begins to sway in place and Leo notices almost right away.
"Bree, you need to stay with us, okay? We're going to get you help, just stay awake." Leo frantically tells Bree as her eyelids begin to droop.
"I'm trying, I'm trying," Bree says is a quiet voice. Her head suddenly lolls to one side and she's out like a light.
"Bree," Leo lifts her head, but it instantly goes back down. "Bree!" Anger boils up inside Leo and he rises to his feet and faces Spike, who has just stood there, breathing heavily, the entire time. "You! This is all your fault!" Spike doesn't even flinch at Leo's raised voice.
"Our sister is hurt because of you!" Leo yells, but he fails to notice that the enraged look on Spike's face has melted away. "Why can't you just control it!"
"Yeah, why can't you?" Adam asks while not taking his eyes off of Bree. "I hate it when that dark side of you comes out! Look what it's done."
"Yeah Spike, or Chase, what's the difference anyway!" Leo yells and his expression suddenly softens. "I thought you were our brother."
Before anyone can react, Chase, no longer Spike, has run out of the school.
A/N: So, some things are beginning to fall into place. I hope that this flashback cleared some stuff up for you all. Also, I just thought I'd mention that yesterday I posted a one-shot, what if, for Lab Rats, so please check it out. I actually posted it yesterday on purpose becuase it was my second year anniversary of joining this website, so yeah…
Thanks for reading! :P