Author's Note: A friend broke my glasses, so I had to get them fixed, and now...yay!
Also, I'm writing these at 12:00 a.m. (night owl!) so...UNHEALTHY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS GOOD!
And I updated What Will Be ahead of this, mainly because, well, it hasn't been updated as frequently.
Hopefully this'll satiate you!
I'm thirteen today {If one person says I am too young for this site, I swear I will hunt you down...:)}
AND NO I DIDN'T STEAL FROM FROZEN, Slurp gave me heat over that! I've been watching unhealthy amounts Supernatural. Lucifer...is an interestingly jerkish character, but still a fan favorite. And season 10, if he comes back, I swear...
Why do all the powers I give them become convenient to the plot? I literally map out the chapter plot as I write it...*glares at Illuminati* Yeah, I see you there.
Cryokinesis: the power create, shape and manipulate ice, snow, and frost, as well as lower the temperature, the cryokinetic is also immune to cold. Basically Elsa from Frozen (grr) and Iceman from the X-Men.
Keep in mind while reading, Chase is still a telepath, and still has control of his mental bionics.
Adam's first reaction when he woke up was to shiver. The bare skin of his forearms leeched in the chills from the cold metal beneath him. Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. It was room entirely made of metal, with a single light source from the ceiling, the smell of rotting fish not making the room any cheerier. Adam felt constraints on his arms, and pulled his arms apart, confident his super-strength would tear through the bonds as if it were paper. He pulled with all his might, but the bonds were too strong, and he was too weak. What? Adam took a closer look at his restraints.
They were thick black bracelets, and a black band with a glowing blue line running down its middle connecting it. He had a feeling they were blocking his bionic chips' signals. Or maybe a more complicated sciency thing Chase probably knows. After some time passed, five minutes or two hours, Adam realized his siblings probably had the same restraints. There would be no rescue. They were on their way to a future that most likely held nothing pleasant for them. And they couldn't do a thing about it.
That thought brought Adam to his memory of the aforementioned thunderstorm. The real reason he'd crept into Chase's capsule wasn't to comfort and protect his brother from the big bad lightning, it had really been to reassure himself. Reassuring himself that no matter how scary things might get, he'd always have someone to run to, even if they weren't aware he was scared. Now Adam wanted his brother and sister in his room with him for a few others reasons too. To know they were alright, to plan and escape, and also for the comfort of knowing whatever he went through, he wasn't alone.
Now, even though he knew his siblings were there, it wasn't consoling one bit. They were still apart, albeit by metal walls, and Adam didn't like it. Their captors could do anything they liked to his siblings, and Adam wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Were Bree and Chase in the room with him, he could at least attempt to protect them from whatever horrors their captors undoubtedly had planned. And the world could be a very cruel place, as Adam had discovered, and he had no intention of allowing his baby brother and sister to go through it alone. Isn't there some quote about that? The road to Heaven is paved with good intentions, though unless you actually do something they mean next to nothing? Whatever the quote was, Adam had no doubt in his mind that he would do everything he could to protect his baby siblings, even if it meant losing a part of himself he could never regain.
Bree had never been a damsel in distress, waiting for her brothers (or preferably a hot hero), to save her. However, with no bionics, and no way to fight her way out of this situation...she probably would've called for help if she thought anyone nearby could, or even would help her. So she sat in her cell, shaking from the cold,not even bothering to struggle against her bionics-canceling wrist shackles, or try to find a way to get out of them. Why? She knew there was no way out. She and Adam had their bionics and their training, but both are useless to them. Chase has super-smarts, though even if he managed to escape, he would not be able to rescue his siblings, or even save himself, without bionics. Bionics had saved their lives, and others' lives, many times before, but now it was an antidote sitting right out of the reach of a poisoned man.
If Bree deluded herself with the hope of being rescued, then she had to think about the consequences. Sure, she and her siblings would be free, but they would still cause a world war. And the next people who came after them might not want them, just their chips. Then there'd be three bionic chips in the hands of a government, with no other bionic heroes to oppose them. The lesser of two evils was Bree and her siblings going along with whatever the Russians had in mind, so at least there were bionic heroes to give the rest of the world a chance. Not a good chance, or even a decent chance, but a chance nonetheless.
The one thing Bree longed for in her icy prison was her brothers. She recalled all the times she had said she didn't want them, and looked on those memories like a dying person ruing over past mistakes they wish they had the time to fix. Bree hoped she would have time to see her brothers before they faced whatever the Russians had in store for them.
Chase wished he could undo his decision to lock away his physical bionics. Sure, Krane didn't have any, but at the same time, he didn't have any. That didn't stop him from escaping his bonds, but it did make escaping the ship practically impossible. He and his siblings had done the impossible before, but they'd had, wait for it, bionics. Guess what I don't have? Bionics. Useful ones, at any rate, sadly, super-smarts only goes so far. Chase heard a chime in his brain, the kind that sounded only when he got an email. An email? From who?
'Your amazingly smart and handsome father, the one with the good hair'. The mental emails showed up as IMs, something Chase didn't like, seeing as Douglas even gave himself a username. He's just as bad as Mr. Davenport when it comes to ego.
Douglas? Chase was beyond surprised. How are you accessing my chip? Mr. Davenport said-
'Call him Donald, or Donnie, and, well...we split up. After we escaped the house, I snuck out because I'm probably wanted by the FBI, no doubt they found my fingerprints somewhere in the house.' The mere thought of FBI agents going through their house, their personal belongings, their life, made Chase cringe mentally, much as he liked their new found allies.
If you can access my chip...could you unlock my bionics? Chase didn't have the time, as with every second passing they were that much farther from land, from America, but Douglas surely had multiple computers, so it would take less time. Still a few hours, I am pretty good at coding. Though the time is too long...better than nothing. Beggars can't be choosers and all that.
'I could unlock your bionics, but it'd take at least 5 hours, thanks to your coding.'
I never thought you'd be trying to unlock it, I thought we'd defeat Krane and then I could-
'Save it. I can update you.'
Give me another ability? Please. Even Mr. Davenport-
'Donald.'
Donald couldn't do it, and I'm sure he'd have found out how.
'Well, you're close enough to getting another, I can make it come sooner.'
But Krane-
'Krane isn't connected to your chip anymore. Half an hour ago, he dropped it. His bionics are still locked though'. Chase breathed out a sigh of relief at no longer having to go without bionics, but in four and a half hours, Krane would have all his bionics. So Chase and his siblings needed to be off the ship, and ready when Krane did get his bionics back. First things first, escape.
How sooner?
'Now, if you want. Though it may be more...glitch prone'.
What's keeping you? An electric shiver ran down Chase's spine, starting from his neck, and he knew what had happened. Thanks, Douglas, and I'm being sincere. What ability is it?
'Cryokinesis, basically you're Iceman from the X-Men'. Chase beamed at the comic reference, as comics were a passion of his, though with his super-smarts he already knew what cryokinesis was.
Thanks again, Douglas, though how do I-
'Control it? That's your problem'. Chase rolled his eyes, still grateful to his father/uncle for what he'd done. He'd given Chase a chance to save his siblings and escape. Alright, well...my molecularkinesis is channeled through my hands, so maybe this'll work the same way. Funny, Adam gets thermokinesis, and I get cryokinesis...hot and cold. Chase let out a calming breath, mentally repeating the words he'd told Adam only a few days ago. Visualize, and will. Visualize, and will. Chase had his hand pointed at the wall, the palm of it parallel to the wall, though nothing happened. Chase tried a few more times, and sighed. Wow, I have one bionic, our one chance at escape, and I can't use it. The flurry of emotions coming over him, Chase slammed his fist into the wall in frustration. The moment his fist connected with the wall, a layer of frost covered the wall.
Chase pressed his palm to the wall, fingers straight up. He willed the frost to grow colder, stronger, into ice. He held his hand there for a good five minutes, though it never grew uncomfortable from the cold. Ten minutes after, the wall finally thickened. Okay...anger triggers my power, so...I need to get angry. Given his current situation and recent experiences, it wasn't a very hard task. Calling upon recent memories, Chase felt his rage burning inside. Burning triggers cold, another anomaly. He faced the door, hand out, aimed at the door. The icy blast decimated the door, and Chase stepped into the hall cautiously, knowing the crew would be down there in minutes. Gotta find Adam and Bree.
"Adam, Bree!" Since silence was no longer required, Chase decided he needed to find his siblings fast, and that was the best way of doing it. He heard movement inside one of the rooms, the shrill sound of metal on metal detectable even to his normal hearing. "Adam? Bree?"
"Chase, how- never mind. Get me out of here!" Chase aimed his hand at the door, and summoned up all his rage again. This blast sent the door flying back into the room, almost slamming into Bree, who was luckily able to duck in time. I need to work on controlling that. Later. Bree looked at the frozen door, then back at Chase. "What? How?"
"No time, later," Chase abbreviated his sentence into a fragment, something that pained him internally. Survival now, grammar later. Bree phased through the wall of her cell into the next one, re-emerging with Adam, who had been freed by his bonds, no doubt due to Bree's phasing. Adam fired up his heat vision at the door, melting the gun of the crew member who had snuck his way downstairs. "Thanks, Adam." The crew member turned and fled, and shouts could be heard from above.
"Well, Adam can't take care of the whole crew, and if we phase through them, then they'll follow us." Chase looked down at his hands, and let out a shaky breath. Let's hope this works, for all our sakes.
"I'll take care of this." Chase approached the end of the "prison" corridor, and looked up. It was a closed trap door, leading to where crew members without a doubt were waiting to shoot, with either real bullets or tranquilizers. For once, Chase didn't really care about not knowing, because either option would be bad. Chase pressed his hand to the wall, willing the ice to fill the gaps of the molecules of the metal. It obliged, and he spanned it until it reached the floor of where the crew members lay in wait. Then...Chase didn't know. He just felt a rush down him, and knew his bionic had glitched. The ice began spreading from the wall, covering the ship in a three inches thick coat.
Bree pulled Chase's hand from the wall, careful to touch only the wrist. "Great job, Chase!" She was sincere, which struck something in Chase. They think I can control this...Correction, Bree thought he could. Adam's feelings on the subject were shown not through body language, but through his thoughts. 'It seems a little unnecessary to freeze the whole ship...Chase wouldn't do that. I need to keep an eye on him.' Keep an eye on me? I don't need to have an eye kept on me! His sudden rise in emotions stirred his already out-of-control bionic, creating an ice blast that barely missed his foot. I guess Douglas unlocked one of my bionics faster than he thought.
"I guess we should leave," Chase tried to sound confident, when really he was wondering if he'd accidentally blast Adam or Bree in the near future.
"Hang on," Bree began vibrating, and Chase's super-smarts recognized it as her super-speeding her molecules. The ice beneath her feet began melting, though Adam sighed in impatience.
"Allow me, little sister." Adam snapped his fingers, and all the ice on their floor melted. Bree super-sped them to the top of the ship, almost not giving Chase enough time to think: He mastered his thermokinesis really fast. Bree pointed down at the water.
"Chase, can you freeze that? We can jump down, then I can super-speed us back to America." Chase nodded, and fired off an ice blast that froze a section of the ocean below into a platform. Bree used her super-agility to jump them onto it, then super-sped them across the water, back to their home country.
Neither of them noticed Adam's electric green eyes.
Author's Note: Next chapter, Adam and Bree get upgrades, and warning: AWESOME FIGHT SCENE ALERT!
I'll try to post as soon as my schedule allows.
