AN: Hey, I'm back with a new update! Yay! One person got the TV show reference! Anyone here who watches 'Dog With a Blog'? Avery is Ellen's "Brave Little Soldier". Personally, I dont watch that show anymore, but I remember some bits and pieces from it. Shout outs!
PrincessSparkleKitty: Thanks! That's the reaction I was hoping for! ;) Don't worry, I won't judge you. I actually threw on a mask and went to a few houses as well! I, however, was not so happy with my candy turnout because a) 75% of it was made with nuts (I'm allergic) and b) the other 25% were chewey things, which I can't eat with my braces. So, yeah. Bummer. What, no dark chocolate? Come on! That stuff's the best!
AllAmericanSlurp: Yeah, I guess the Ephone was a reference, but not the one I meant. So good job! I'll gladly read Heart of Stone! Maybe this weekend I'll take a look. I have some free time there! Here's your update!
RandomGirl: So, a life jacket? Oh, well. Thank you! Now, don't you go around giving out spoilers! You have been warned! Oh, yes you should be scared for Bree. *evil cackle* Hey, Douglas and I match! I love chocolate too! But the question is: milk or dark? Woah, that's like asking to tell which is better out of Sprite and 7 Up! NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE! YOU FORGOT PICKLES AGAIN!
PurpleNicole531: Wow, sounds rainbow-ey! You shoulve seen my sister! She was a rainbow unicorn (Rainbowdash from My Little Pony) and she had a rainbow tail, rainbow tutu, rainbow leggings, rainbow tank top, rainbow hair extentions, and a rainbow unicorn horn. I've never had that candy before...(curse my nut allergy) what does it taste like? Thank you!
TheMichiganWriter: Yes, still started with a T! Ha ha! YES! You eat that stuff with braces? I tried popcorn the week after I got mine on and I was picking out popcon bits the rest of the day! Grr. Aww, stupid snow. I personally hate snow. I know, crazy, but if you follow my logic, you'll understand. It is cold, it is wet, it is mushy, and it causes car accidents. I rest my case. Thanks! And to you too, Hudson! I'll count that as a vote! ;)
daprose: Thank you! I'm glad you loved it! And I'm also glad you caught the bit about Tasha thinking Bree is strong. YOU WERE SO CLOSE TO THE TV REFERENCE! You had it in your review! All you had to say was that it was the reference! Oh, yeah. I total,y get you on that genius thing. They're so slow, aren't they? Well, blame Lab Rats for giving them the stereotype! (I'm just kidding. As you know, I LOVE Lab Rats!) Oh, thanks for noticing my cover photo! I put that there photopraph together myself! I would gladly give Chasey a hug! C'mere Chasey! *looks around for Chase with arms outstretched* oh, okay. I see how it is, CHASE! Thanks! I picked pictures from random episodes to pile together for this story! You're the first person to point that kind of thing out, so thanks!
Cool dude: Yay! You got it right! Congradulations!
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.
WARNING: This chapter IS more violent than others. There is blood mentioned in this chapter. If you do not like reading about that kind of stuff, then I highly suggest you skip this chapter and wait until next week. You have been warned! Please do not review saying 'I'm scarred! Why are you such a violent person!' Because I don't want to hear it. Kay? Good.
Previously, from chapter 8, on Bionic Stolen-
"To be honest, I don't know. I'm not like Douglas and the boys. They are callous and bitter, and they steal Donald's inventions for fun. Douglas even stole Davenport's idea for the bionic chip. That's how we are bionic," I started. I joined her on the bed.
This is gonna take a while.
Bree's P.O.V.
"What do you mean he stole the idea?" I was utterly confused, and I was compelled to find out more.
He sighed and said, "Hold on, I will be right back." He then got up and walked out of the cell. Without locking the security gate.
This is the best shot I'll have at freedom. I need to take it.
I sprinted out of my cell (at normal, human speed, of course) and didn't stop until I reached the elevator. I frantically jabbed at the flashing button, waiting for the lift to reach this floor. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure nobody saw me, but all I saw was an empty lab.
Okay, you've made it this far. All that stands between you and home is this elevator. Once your in the garage, get in the car, and program it to take you home. Easy as pie. Right?
Wrong. I was very wrong. When the elevator doors creaked open, a boy took one step and noticed my presence. It wasn't Chase, and it wasn't Trevor. I didn't actually know his name. He had shaggy, dirty-blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. If I remembered correctly, he had the super strength ability.
Wait, he's the guy who reminds me of Adam. Hmm, maybe I can still get away...
"What are you doing outside your cell?" he spat out at me. I flinched slightly, but kept a straight and serious face, like I would've done to Adam.
"Just taking a little walk. Douglas's orders," I lied. He bought it without question, just like I knew he would.
"Oh, alright. See ya!" he cheered with a small wave of the hand, walking towards another corridor that lead out of the lab.
Well, that was easy.
I entered the elevator and pressed the up button.
This lab is underground, right?
The whole ride up, I had this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, but what?
The doors opened with a cliché 'ding,' and I stepped out into a new hallway. I took a few uncertain steps forward, treating the floor like if I put too much pressure on it, it would crumble beneath me.
Something seemed off. I didn't remember this hall. I was pretty sure the elevator doors should've opened straight into the room with all the guns and weapons.
I suddenly could hear footsteps coming my way. I immediately turned on my heal and raced back to the elevator.
Clunk, clunk, clunk.
The footsteps were dangerously close now, and I frantically slammed my fist on the down button. A tall figure emerged from one of the doorways connected to the hall, and turned his head to see me. He was the brunette with super strength. Again, like the blonde boy, I didn't know his name.
"Close, close, CLOSE!" I chanted in my head. If he got in the lift, I might as well just give up my life. I had no fighting experience, and I didn't know what he was capable of.
His eyes grew wide, and he zoomed over to my side before the doors could close. Literally. Like, super speed zoomed.
But I thought Trevor had the speed.
"What do you think you're doing?" he growled at me. His voice echoed around us in the closed lift and I grew completely terrified.
Maybe he is as easily fooled as the other guy...
"Um, just walking around. Douglas wanted me to stretch my legs a bit."
He scoffed and gave me a blank expression, as if to say, really?
Nope! Didn't work!
"Nice try, cupcake. I'm not as gullible as Jake is."
Jake. The dirty blonde is Jake.
"You do realize you just said his name, right?"
His eyes widened, and he groaned while placing one of his palms against his forehead in frustration. I giggled a bit, and his features quickly twisted into a snarl.
Before I could register what was happening, he had taken a fighting stance and immediately started throwing punches at me. I tried my best to dodge some, of them, but most of them hit my shoulders, arms, and stomach with a pang. Each strike felt like a hammer swing; hard, heavy, and fatal. By the force he threw his punches, I knew I would have some fresh bruises to add to the ones he gave me yesterday. One of his fists hit my cheek, and I turned away, groaning and whimpering in pain, to shield my face from any upcoming hits.
However, that was not one of my best plans. I felt a strong burning sensation in the middle of my back; like a candle was stabbing me. I cried out in pain and craned my neck around to see two quarter sized, singed holes in the back of my shirt. And it burned like fire on desert sand. Translation: it burned a lot.
Great. Heat vision. Just my luck that I get trapped in an elevator with a laser-shooting, face-punching blackbelt. Fantastic.
As I was inspecting my now singed back, he took the opportunity to punch me in the face once more. In the nose, to be precise. I heard a loud crack and my own shriek before I sunk to my knees, clutching the center of my face and screaming in pain.
Ugh, god. I think it's broken.
I removed my hands to see them covered in a sticky, crimson liquid.
Great. I'm bruised, burned, broken and bleeding. Just perfect.
To my relief, the elevator doors finally opened, allowing means of escape. I scrambled up to my feet to run, but was pulled back by an icy grip on my neck.
Blood was now flowing freely down my face, and my back was still stinging. His hand round my neck tightened a bit, and it became slightly harder to breath. He turned me around to face him and cocked one of his eyebrows.
Why does he do that? Is it supposed to be a threat? Because it just looks kind of stupid. And creepy.
His hand continue to clench around my throat, cutting off my airway. Gasping for breath, I could still feel the throbbing in my nose and burning in my back.
"If I ever catch you trying to escape again, I won't hesitate to turn you over to Douglas. Do you understand?"
My throat was too closed off to speak, so I settled for slightly nodding my head.
He released his grip on my neck, and I dropped to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath. My neck was sore, by back stung, and my nose ached. As I was recovering from his attack at his feet, he grabbed my left arm and tried to yank me up off the ground. Tried. I stubbornly flopped onto my back after his attempt. My head smacked the ground, but I paid no attention to the pain. I was too busy concentrating on the tears that leaked out of my eyes.
He groaned in annoyance and kicked my shin in a new attempt to make me stand. Instead, I curled into a ball, moaning and clutching my throbbing leg. Bad move.
He just reached down an scooped me up. Like a toddler who fell asleep on the sofa. The unnamed boy then hoisted me up onto his arm so my stomach was draped over his shoulder with my head facing his back. My hair dangled around my face and blood continued to drip out of my nose. Under normal circumstances, I would've tried to put up a fight, but I was too tired and beaten to object. I was aching all over. Not one part of me wasn't crying out in pain.
He carried across the lab, most likely back to my cell. It was kind of hard to tell considering I was upside down and stuck looking at the back of his suit. I felt lightheaded and miserable.
Of course you're miserable! You've been kidnapped and abused! Not to mention, you're confused about EVERYTHING!
My head suddenly began to throb at an overwhelming rate. I couldn't tell if it was from my broken nose or being upside down, but I felt like I was about to pass out. All of my blood was in my head, and it hurt badly. Not as bad as my other injuries, but badly. I could feel my eyelids getting heavier with every step he took.
No. Stay awake. Stay strong. You can do it, Bree.
My vision started to blur and hearing became a difficult task. Even the boy's footsteps from his heavy boots were muted. The 'clunk' noise was inevident.
Don't give in. Keep your eyes open. Keep fighting.
My eyes remained open, but my vision became clouded with black splotches. I felt like I was spinning on a fun roller coaster; except the fun part was replaced with pain.
Don't...give...up. Stay...awake. Wake...up.
My eyes closed and I was engulfed in the darkness.
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