AN: Just a heads up, this chapter is kind of a filler, or maybe just like a 'part 2' of Chapter 6. It's pretty much Chapter 6 in Bree's P.O.V. Sorry guys!

Also, I know I've been harsh on Chase these past few chapters, but this has to happen. It's part of the plot line for this story. Trust me, it hurts to write those parts about him. Thanks for understanding!

daphrose: I KNOW! There, there, my friend. We'll get through Chase's torments together! Yeah, cousins would be creepy. Thanks for the instructions! I tried to use them, but my tablet doesn't have that button on the side bar. It made me kinda angry... Anyways, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! I do not know any Jakes, but it's cool that you do! Pseudo-Adam it is! And thanks for the good wishes with our move! It was fantastic! No! Don't cry, 'cause if you do I mi-might...-starts sobbing uncontrollably-

PurpleNicole531: Yes, EVIL ALL AROUND! MWAHAHAH! I would gladly supply you with that frying pan, if, you know, this wasn't a website, and I could actually hand you things, and...yeah...

AllAmericanSlurp: Oh, you'll surely know more about M, T, and J soon! -evil grin-

TheMichiganWriter: I'm glad you're willing to give my story a chance! It means a lot! Yes, you should read the book at some point. Of course, some things are different than in Girl Stolen, but it is still a great book! Thanks to you as well for the good wishes! It was a wonderful move!

brasexbradamxchadam: Thank you! Here's the next chapter!

RandomGirl: Hmm, yes I think I was able to read that. I knew someone would figure it out, and it is true. BUT... before you unleash your wrath, let me give you a brief explanation. I am editing as I post, so it's a bit different. Also, I am dragging it out so there isn't such a wait later. Now, don't go giving people spoilers! Thanks for understanding and being 'that nice' as you put it. You are indeed very nice... PICKLES!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lab Rats characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Previously on Bionic Stolen-

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked Bree. I needed to know what she was hiding.

She quickly shook her head.

"No. I'm okay. I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight," Bree said in one breath as she pushed me off the wood and out the doorway.

"Night," I said as I activated the gate and walked towards my room.

Bree's P.O.V.

Darkness. That's all I could see. I kept blinking and turning to find some sort of light source, but nothing worked. I was trapped inside this dark dungeon.

I reached my hands out to find something to help me, like a light switch perhaps. My hand touched something cold and hard. I recognized the feel. It was a brick wall. I reached my other hand out, but only found an identical structure.

Great. I am trapped in a dark, arm length box.

I reached forward to see how long the room was, but I only felt open air.

This must be some sort of tunnel.

I stood up and took a few steps forward. I could hear the faint whirring of a machine. I also saw a small spark of light. Determined, I used the walls as support as I stumbled towards the light.

Each step I took seemed to make the light grow brighter and the electrical whirring grow louder. The air seemed to grow thicker, and I started to hear grunts.

Who's making those noises?

Whoever it was, it sounded like grunts of pain. I hope that person's okay. Although, now the grunts sounded like small screams.

"Bree," a voice said.

"Who said that?" I called throughout the tunnel.

"Bree, help me!"

It was that voice again. It seemed vaguely familiar.

There was another scream. It echoed off the brick walls and shattered my ears.

I ran to the end of the tunnel, and the small light was now a door-sized glow. I stared into it to see five people, all of which I recognized. There was Trevor, the two other boys, Douglas, and Chase.

Douglas was standing by a machine with his hand on some sort of switch. Multicolored wires spilled from the side of the machine and disappeared to the floor, which was shrouded by a thick fog. Trevor and the two other boys were standing next to Douglas with mischievous grins. Chase stood in the center of the room. He looked terrified. No, terrified was an understatement. He looked like he was about to pass out in fear.

"Bree! Please help me!" he pleaded me.

"Chase!" I rushed to his side and hugged him. His back no longer had the bruises and scars, but they were replaced by small suction cups with wires running through them. They were attached to the machine that Douglas was standing at.

I backed away and said, "Chase, what's going on?"

Before he could reply, Douglas flipped the lever, and Chase screamed again as he was electrocuted. His whole body shook with electricity and he nearly collapsed. His breathing was irregular and deep.

"Stop!" I shrieked at Douglas. "You're hurting him!"

The two unnamed boys walked over and grabbed my arms, much like they did before. They held me in place and forced me to watch Chase being shocked again.

"PLEASE!" I shouted over Chase's screaming. Tears were cascading down my face. His breathing was shallow and strained. I could tell he wasn't going to last much longer.

"STOP IT, PLEASE! I-I..."

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I never found out what happened to Chase because I woke up crying.

That nightmare was horrible. How could they do that to Chase? I know it was just a dream, but still. He was in pain, and I just stood there. I should've done something to help him. Tackle Douglas. Rip off the electrocution wires. Anything!

What was going to happen to Chase?

What was I going to say?

What would make Douglas want to torture his own son? In the nightmare and in real life! He's a cruel man, to do something that drastic.

Thinking about all of this just made me cry harder. I sat up on the bed, wrapped my arms around my knees and buried my face in my legs. I silently sobbed to myself.

I heard footsteps outside my room, and I instantly tensed. Someone unlocked the gate and was getting closer. I didn't dare look up from my knees.

"Bree, what's wrong?"

His soothing voice filled me with comfort and reassurance.

It really was just a dream. He's safe.

I glanced at him through my hair and to make sure it was him, then slowly picked my head up to meet his beautiful hazel eyes. They shone with concern and worry.

I didn't reply. I couldn't. My little 'inner scolding' made me cry harder in discomfort. Chase wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders and let me cry into his neck.

After several minutes of nonstop sobbing, I released my legs and slid my arms around his back, as if to return the awkward side-hug he was giving me. He grunted in pain, and I instantly released my grip and scooted away from him.

Why did I just hug him? Ugh, this is so embarrassing and awkward! Maybe if I distract him, he won't question me.

"Did he hurt you again?" I asked with a sympathetic expression, refering to the screams I heard just moments before falling asleep. Chase just nodded in response. He seemed ashamed that he's tormented so frequently.

"Let me see," I instructed. He sighed and reluctantly stood up from his seat. He walked in front of me and kneeled down with his back facing me. I slowly pulled the teeth of his zipper apart to unveil his bloody and bruised back. I gasped in horror. Anyone would, really his back was gruesome.

"Oh my god, Chase," I ranted. "You can't let him do this to you! Did you at least fight back?"

His back was drenched in blood. The previous gashes were sliced further open, and fresh slashes ran down his back.

"No," Chase said glumly. I just sighed in response.

"Next time he does this, you need to at least try to fight back. Let Spike loose on him."

"I can't do that. My commando app needs a special signal to activate, and that signal doesn't transmit in our lab. Anyways, it would be four against one. Even Spike doesn't stand against them. Especially since three of them are bionic."

I pulled my hand up and traced one of the soon-to-be scars on his back. I don't know why I did it. I guess to see how much pain he was in. I honestly had no idea. All I know is it hurt him. He hissed and I pulled my finger away.

"Sorry. Is there anything I can do?" I asked. I couldn't let this happen to him again.

He zipped the suit back up and started to stand.

"No. I'll be fine. I've suffered worse," Chase assured me. He seemed sincere, but that didn't stop me from wanting to protect him from the devil he calls father.

He was fully standing now, and came back over to join me again on the wood.

"How come you were crying?" He suddenly asked me.

Shoot, he remembered!

I tried to not look too panicked, but I think he caught me. I stared at my shoes and played with my fingers. I can't let him know I was so concerned about him that I dreamed about him. Even if it was a tragic nightmare, I can't let him know he was that influencive on me.

I've never been good at hiding things or keeping secrets. That's why I can never prank Adam, even considering how dumb he can be.

"Oh, um, I just had a nightmare." I replied quietly.

Please don't ask to talk about it!

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chase asked me.

GAHH!

I quickly shook my head.

"No. I'm okay. I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight," I said in a rush as I pushed him off the wood and out the doorway. I mentally cringed at how stupid I acted.

Way to not be suspicious, Bree!

"Night," he replied as he reactivated the gate and wandered off.

That was close. He almost caught me there! Good thing I played it cool. Oh, who am I kidding? Three words: I'm. Dead. Meat.

AN: How was it? Good? Bad? I just got settled in my new house, and I wanted to give you guys a surprise chapter! I'm just in THAT good of a mood!

One last thing. For this story, I would like to incorporate some stuff from the tv show, like the LEMP for example. (I may or may not use that example in this story. I'm still trying to see how to fit that in.) If you guys have ideas or suggestions, just let me know! I am open to almost anything! Until next time...

PEACE OUT PICKLES!