Sorry about the wait, school sucks. Sorry about the name mix up last chapter. I was typing late at night and fell asleep right after I posted it. Please review I love to hear your comments. Enjoy Leo awoke to a freezing darkness. He shivered. The floor and wall were mettle, chilling him to the bones. Chains dug into his wrists as he tried to struggle. Leo couldn't think straight. He didn't know where he was or what happened. He just couldn't seem to get enough air into his lungs. He gulped down air trying to cease the burning in his lungs. Time ticked by and eventually he was able to gain some control over his body. His breathing evened out and his mind began to clear. It wasn't until then that he realized the reason he couldn't get enough air in was because he had been screaming. A clunk sounded from far above and it echoed throughout the room. "Got to assess the situation" Leo said calmly to himself. "I'm in a room that I think is very tall but not as wide. It's made of metal and that noise means theirs either someone else hear or some animal. It's freezing out so I'm definitely not near home. Now what happened… I was helping Chase" he exclaimed, memories beginning to return. I was at Marcus's lair and Chase had just found Marcus. Then everything went black. There must have been someone else their…" Another tremor raged through his body. "The temperature is definitely colder than when I first woke up. Who was there? Who took me?" Then realization struck. There was only one man who could have taken him. Leo had been so stupid thinking it was safe there. That wasn't Marcus's lair. It was his father's. Douglas could come and go as he pleased. He took him…" Chase couldn't stop sweating. He and Mr. Davenport had carried what was left of Marcus to the lab, now on the middle table. All chase wanted to do was fling himself into the work but Mr. Davenport was making him stand away. He was just looking at Marcus! He should be helping Marcus! "Fix him" Chase screamed. "Stop staring and fix him." Mr. Davenport was still shocked at Chas's actions. He wasn't acting like himself at all. He had never saw this much anger in him, not even as Spike. "Calm down" he said softly. "I can't fix it if I don't know how it works." "He's not an it" Chase bellowed. As he screamed one of the capsules began to crack. "He is a person!" the lines began to spread across the glass. "OK Chase" The man said loudly. Come help me. Just try to stay calm. You're not helping Marcus when you're like this. Chase took three long breaths. Mr. Davenport was right. He needed to calm down. Walking slowly and carefully to the rotting flesh and mechanic parts. "Ok to start off we're going to need to get all this flesh off." Mr. D told Chase, causing the boy to flinch back in disgust. "Chase I need you to put your feelings aside for now. Pretend this is just a training exercise. Use your brain." "W-we should u-use the vap-porizer, that way we can set it to… to only remove the organic parts." He stuttered out, trying his best to concentrate. The older man pulled a large tube-like device from under the counter and placed it on the table. He began typing on a small key pad and finally stopped and flipping a switch. Chase looked away. He didn't want to see. When the buzzing stopped Chase allowed himself to turn around. The body before him was mangled and dented. The arms and legs were skeletal, long metal tubes and piping surrounded by gears and bolts. His body had a huge hole on the left side most likely made by a falling bolder. It exposed all the distraction inside the boy. The electronics inside him appeared to be set up much like the human body. The box where a heart would be was cracked and stained red, even after all the fluid had been removed. He'd be in better condition if someone had opened him up and pummeled him with a baseball bat. "Chase" Mr. Davenport shouted for a third time. The bionic hadn't moved in two minutes, he was just standing there, his arms frozen in the air. Nothing moved on him, it barely even looked like he was breathing. "Chase" He shouted again with more force. Chase jumped, snapping out of his shock. "I'm s-s-s-sorry. What should I do?" he asked, eyes glazed over. "Begin striating out His right arm, Try to see if there's anything missing. The work was slow and agenizing for chase. Guilt never left his heart, it suffocated him and made him want to curl up in a ball and scream forever, but he couldn't. He had to help. Leo's screams echoed around the chamber. He didn't know what was happening and his mind was too gone to think. He had been sitting there trying to think of a way of escape and all of a sudden it felt like his body was on fire. Every part of his body screamed along with him. He didn't know how long it had been going on but it felt like he would never feel relief again. Douglas Davenport spun around in his chair watching Leo writher on a computer scream. The room was small and dark. There was only a desk and four computer screens lighting up the darkness. The boy had been screaming for thirty minutes now and it was losing its novelty. He had taken Leo right from his lab. It had been so simple. He had been alerted when Chase arrived and he got there as fast as he could. But when he entered it wasn't Chase he saw but this little punk. They were trying to find Marcus. Why would they even care? He knew where Marcus was. He had watched as his GPS signal disappeared and reappeared until it finally didn't turn back on. He really didn't care. The boy had only a year left in him at most and he had served his purpose. All he ever wanted was his three original children. Marcus was simply a pawn in his game of revenge and vengeance. This wasn't necessary, what he was doing to Leo. But he needed bait and what's the fun in fishing if you don't make your bait squirm. The three of them would come to save this pathetic boy or at least what's left of him and when they do he'll have them.