I made my deadline! Woohoo! Yeah, I was planning on having this up by today, but only Serenity knew that…. Okay, let me answer some reviews first. Err…there are two people who were just "Guest", one for chapter 2 and one for 3, so I'm just going to answer them separately…

Guest: You'll see why he can't do that in this chapter. ;)

Guest: Eww, no! I will not make this a Brase story. As far as I'm concerned, the three of them are siblings. The story will focus on that relationship only. And yeah, I was disappointed when I couldn't find many action stories, so I decided to change that! Hopefully, this will inspire other people to rise up to the occasion, 'cause I would still like to read some myself.

Meme momo: Hmmm, I didn't think about that before. Of course, the dude changes his plans slightly in this chapter. Something similar will happen though, but Chase won't need to act that much…(*evil chuckle*) And your right, boys are cuter when they're hurt. They look like those sad animals on the animal shelter commercials that make your heart cry and give you the urge to go hug all of the little puppies and kitties. Plus, it's kinda fun to torture them….hehe.

Disclaimer: Yes, an eighth grader owns a show that airs on TV. In fact, I own Disney too. No, I am not being sarcastic… *she says sarcastically*

Chapter 4: Hunt or be Hunted

Normal PoV
The two teens returned well after midnight for the report he required. They arrived empty handed, which irked him. He already observed their abilities. "Adam" was incredibly strong, could fire laser beams from his eyes, and could produce electric discharges and shoot them out of his fingertips, though the latter was hardly practiced. Stupid Davenport, babying the weapons.

The girl, "Bree", possessed super speed and amazing endurance, could jump large distances, and mimic any voice or sound. Why couldn't they bring in the youngest boy who has only shown the ability to create mere force fields?

The pair stood statue still as he circled them, inspecting the handy-work of his arch-enemy. He believed having the mechanical side of them reigning superior was an improvement; that way petty emotions would not interfere. However, the organic side of them did contribute to the ability to learn and adapt, a skill only the human brain could fully master.

He smirked as he thought of the possibilities the pair held as they remained under his control. Of course, there was three...

The man scowled as he thought of the youngest bionic boy. It still bothered him that he didn't know how the boy was able to evade his virus that would've allowed him to compromise the bionic chip in his head and control him. Maybe he should take the time to study the boy when he entered his custody.

A low grumble interrupted his train of thought. He looked up sharply at the two teens, still frozen in place. Of course, they're organic, they need food, he thought. The man sighed. Now he would need to provide the brute and the hummingbird with enough nutrients to sustain their health. The weapons were still worth it, though.

Chase PoV
A shrill chirp pierced my ear and jerked me awake, nearly making me roll off the tree. Quickly, I gripped the trunk, regaining my balance. A colorful bird perched on my shoulder hopped off on the branch beside me and looked me in the eye with its head cocked. I stared back at my alarm clock before it flew away in disinterest.

I gingerly touched my burnt shoulder, jerking back when it exploded in pain at my touch. Grinding my teeth together, I sucked in a breath to keep from crying out...only to aggravate my bruised and broken ribs, which succeeding in producing a whimper.

Deciding to try to ignore those pesky injuries, I tried to focus on something more important: getting out of that catastrophic mess.

Come on Chase, think! I thought to myself. Biting my lip, I went through all the different scenarios. I could fight them, knock them out, then take them back to Davenport. Nope, I would be dead before I landed a fist on Adam and I doubted I could even touch Bree.

Retake the factory and take down mystery dude...Adam and Bree would act as bodyguards. Plus, I really didn't want to hurt them. But they want to hurt me right now...I thought bitterly.

Trap them in a giant net of vines...wouldn't hold them. Ask nicely?...wishful thinking. I kept running through the possibilities, shooting them down just as fast until...

Why didn't I think of it sooner! I could just connect to their bionics myself and retake control. I had completely forgot about the override feature Davenport installed into me in case...that happened.

I blinked, letting the computer screen that was part of my mind cloud part of my vision. Mentally, I scrolled through my options, reaching out to Adam's and Bree's signals. Just as I was about to connect, a nasty firewall pushed me out.

Darn it, that little puppeteer creep thought of everything! I was about to lash out and crumble the firewalls when I noticed something strange about the firewall. It was directly connected to their bionics! Destroying the firewall could permanently damage them, even...no, not going there.

I pounded my fist against the tree in frustration. Why did this guy have to be so good! It was like he had years to plan out every possibility!

So now every single plan that could possibly stop this mess was a dud. I was stuck in a tree with hardly any options. How could it get any worse?

I immediately regretted my thoughts once the first few fat raindrops hit me. In mere seconds, the rain fell in torrents, crashing down to the earth with a vengeance. The cold water slapped against my raw shoulder and I had to bite back a cry of pain. I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming or chattering. The icy rain had already soaked me to the core, and I was freezing!

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore; I was way too exposed to the crashing rain in the tree tops. I nimbly climbed down and leapt to the ground, careful not to disturb my rib too much. A normal person wouldn't have been able to see at all through the sheets of rain, but I managed to at least see a couple of yards in each direction enough to navigate.

Even though my shoulder was safe from the merciless blows of the rain further up, I felt more exposed on the ground, where I couldn't hear anything beyond the crashing rain and Adam and Bree lurked. Maybe if I was lucky, the rain held them back or kept them from finding me.

I had no such luck.

No more than thirty minutes later, I was suddenly knocked to the ground by a rush of wind. I pulled myself out of the soft mud and looked up to see Bree rushing towards. I sidestepped and stuck my leg out. She tripped and flew into the air, allowing me to grab her ankle and yank her to the ground.

Bree face planted into the mud. I inwardly cringed, hating to hurt her. Unfortunately, Adam had arrived and was very bent on hurting me.

A pair of blood red laser beams pierced the gray haze of rain and swept through the area. I threw myself to the ground to avoid it, rolling to the side as they followed me.

Grinding my teeth, I pushed myself off the ground and vaulted into the air, twisting onto Adam's back. I reached for the pressure point on his neck in hopes of gently knocking him out, but he grabbed my wrist and slammed me into a tree before I could complete the maneuver. Adam slung me to the side, and I skidded across the ground like a pebble.

A mud-caked Bree lunged at me, tearing into my thigh with the same jagged rock from before. I guess she grew attached to it. I grabbed her around the waist and tossed her into Adam before I stumbled to my knees, grinding my teeth to keep from crying out in pain.

Adam reared back, prepared to throw a bone shattering punch in my direction. Immediately, I stretched my arms out in front of me and a force field surrounded me, blocking the blow. I would've used the force field earlier to keep the rain away from my shoulder, but I didn't have the energy to waist doing that. However, this was a life or death situation.

Adam pounded away at the force field, and I felt it crack under the pressure. I didn't have the strength to keep this up.

I quickly developed a new plan, and on the count of three, I abruptly released the shield. Adam's incoming punch flew towards me, and I leapt up and jumped off his arm like a springboard. I landed on the balls of my feet and crouched down. As expected, Bree rushed me and I swiped my foot under her right as she approached my range.

Numbers swirled in my head as I calculated all of the possible moves. This became like a chess match, and while Adam and Bree were acting eerily calm like deadly assassins, losing their free will made them predictable- even more predictable.

Adam came up from behind and aimed a punch. Instantly, I analyzed the force and trajectory, the measurements wildly flying behind my vision. Just as his fist neared me, I ducked, sending the fist smashing into the tree. As I anticipated, the tree cracked and began to fall over.

I delivered a round house kick to the tree, slightly changing its crash course. The giant slammed into the ground between me and my siblings, allowing me time to scurry up the nearest, standing, tree.

I expected to see the two scrambling over the fallen trunk and through the branches, but much to my surprise they started running the other way. What made them go back towards the factory?

Normal PoV
The man watched the battle through the eyes of the boy, Adam, having not much else to do while his files were loading themselves onto their target. It would take a while for him to override the massive satellite's systems, but he had accepted that a long time ago.

He was impressed, to say the least, by the youngest Bionics' fighting abilities. He possessed amazing precision that only a perfectly synced computer could hold, unlike the other two. The boy intrigued him, and the man wished to be able to study him further.

While he was sure the boy would make an excellent weapon, the kid already proved to be difficult to control, another reason for the man's interest. He supposed he would just have to settle for taking apart his bionics bit by bit to study how they worked, but the boy would have to be alive for the first part of the investigation; he wouldn't live through the second part though.

The man sighed. He would have to recall the teen weapons and give them the new orders in person. Plus, it would give him time to develop a plan to catch the boy.

He smiled to himself. That boy didn't know what he was in for.

Yeah, another chapter down! I plan on having about 3 or 4 more chapters, but they will be considerably longer than these, so that should make up for it.

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