It took a while to write it out, but here's chapter eleven! Finally, right?

Anywho, like I said, here it is.

So thank you, patient minions. :3

Mia-Teresa-Davenport: "Ha! I remember him! :3 Fun day."

ChaseyLover: See, number 6 was what I was suspecting.

gg180000: We already knew that Dougie was a creepy guy. :P

So, anyways, let's read. Chase?

"Zara doesn't own Lab Rats or anything you recognize. If you don't recognize it, it's probably hers."

"...Hey, I keep on thinking that it's...all done and all over now...You keep on thinking you can save me...My ship is sinking but it's...all good, and I can go down...Say what you want, but you're not gonna win this time..."

Seether, "Country Song"

"...Will you walk the line, like it's there to choose...Won't you follow me into the jungle? Ain't no God on these streets..."

X Ambassadors and Jamie N Commons, "Jungle"

Chase

Did you know that they handcuff you to chairs in jail?

They handcuff you to chairs in jail.

I found myself handcuffed to a chair between a guy that looked like he had more tattoo than skin - I was grateful that my own dark marks had almost faded by now - and a woman who decided that four in the afternoon was the perfect time to shoot meth and drive. Add that to a room full of loud, angry, and terrified people in police custody in the room with me - and a voice that wanted me to just turn into a mouse and run away - and I was actually quite scared.

Guards were everywhere, armed with everything needed to take down a freaking mob. Police are your friend, Mr. Davenport had always said. Just don't tell them you're bionic.

Well, Mr. Davenport, these officers were terrifying when you're on the other side of the law. Where was your wisdom now, huh?

Why are you even still in here? Just slip from the cuffs and go, my voice huffed for the hundredth time.

An officer's eyes fell on me at that moment. Coincidence? Absolutely. I still sank down in my chair, waiting for the time when my name would be called. When that happened, I would be taken back to the holding cells. I could handle a few cellmates over the obnoxious room filled with deafening voices and even stronger odors. I hated it in there.

I hated it, I hated it, I hated it!

"Chase Davenport."

The officer's voice pulled me back to reality, and I jumped up so fast that a second officer actually put her hand on her taser in case I was about to start something. I apologized quickly, almost wincing when she didn't take her hard gaze off of me while she released my handcuffs.

Jesus, her eyes were piercing. Sorry I stole! I wouldn't do it again, I promised.

She nudged me in the direction of the officer who called my name. I followed him into the next room, where he lead me to the last cell and held open the door. I tried not to look at him as I shuffled inside, noting rapidly that I was alone. Lucky me: No cell mate! Maybe it was because I was a minor. I didn't know. I didn't question it, either. If I was alone, no one could see how much I was trembling.

Jail was terrifying.

The cell door closed behind me, the loud clang making me jump before the lock clicked. I watched the officer leave, my hands wrapped around the bars like a dog with his nose pressed to the cage bars in the pound. It was horrifying to me. I hated it. I was caged like a wild animal.

I supposed I was, actually. Demons weren't exactly human. I guessed that I kind of was a monster. Monsters need to be locked up, right? If my voice was telling me to take over the world, the safest place for me was far, far away from society.

I guessed jail wasn't so bad. Free meals, a bed to sleep in, and general hygiene. It was like a motel with bars. At the very least, it was better than the streets. However, I had given them my name, meaning that they were likely going to find Mr. Davenport at some point. It would've been nice to take it easy for a few days, but I would be sent home at some point.

Between the psychotic voice that threatened to hurt my family and the persistent ridicule I'd have to deal with again, I wasn't keen on the idea.

Then escape, my voice hissed. That's the only other option here.

I don't want an arrest warrant! I responded. I don't want anything remotely traceable attached to me.

Who cares? Just leave Seattle.

That took money, and I had none at the moment. Hell, I had eaten maybe once over the past three days, and that was just a granola bar I'd snagged from someone's purse. People in the city were more guarded about their money, I supposed. It was just the way they were.

I scratched at my side, fidgeting a bit to maybe relieve the dull throbbing that had started from me holding a different form for too long. I couldn't just run. I would make the problem worse. So I had to free myself *and* clear my name.

I wondered if my molecularkinesis still worked.

I glared at the lock, flicking my finger. A small click signaled my success. I hesitated, waiting to see if a guard was around before I made my move. When the coast was clear, I slipped out of my cell.

It took two hours for chaos to ensue.

Where was the video? The footage was corrupted! How!?

Where were the articles of clothing I was trying to steal? Were they destroyed in the fire that had somehow flared up in the evidence room?

Why was the cell door for that weird kid unlocked? Well, that was because I had forgotten to lock it back when I returned, but whatever. They reasoned that I didn't know it was open since I was still in there.

I wasn't in there long after that, though. There was no evidence anymore. They had no choice but to release me. I almost ran out of the building, afraid that they would change their minds at the last moment. Besides, I was hungry, broke, and watching the already depressingly gloomy sky darken overhead.

Night was falling, I wasn't familiar with this part of the city, and I thought I could feel my ribs poking out slightly. They weren't - yet - but they were obviously getting there.

So that lead me to begging again, since I didn't want to take another chance with the police that day. It was humiliating, and my voice was kicking my mental ass for it, but I was desperate.

Too bad no one cared enough to spare me a glance.

It was almost wholly dark when I finally retreated to the quieter residential streets in the area, opting for some peace after the day I had.

Apparently, though, Lady Luck was pissed at me, because I had the joy of three teens stepping in my path, effectively blocking off the sidewalk. I mean, why me? Why did everything happen to me?

I didn't have much time to lament, though, because one of them decided to point me out to his friends. "Look! A homeless kid! What's wrong? Your parents not love you enough?"

"Fuck off," I snapped as his friends started snickering. I didn't want to put up with their subpar attempts to offend me.

"Oh, no wonder your crack-whore mother kicked you out," one of the other boys chimed in. "You're a real charmer. Smell like one, too. What's that expensive cologne you're wearing called? Burning trash?"

The three started laughing again as if it was the funniest thing in the world. I clenched my fists by my side, grinding my teeth and trying to reign Spike in. I could feel him fighting to come out, and the last thing I wanted was a murder charge.

Why hold him back? my voice asked. Let them die. The insolent bastards deserve it.

"Look," I tried, "just get out of my way. I don't want any trouble."

The ring leader - the first speaker - snorted at me. "What trouble could your scrawny ass possibly get out of? Wrestling a toddler?"

If he had just said that, nothing would have happened. However, he accented this by shoving my shoulder, prompting me to change the scenario entirely. Let me explain myself: I had no money, I was starving, I had just gotten out of jail, my clothes stank - which hurt my sensitive nose more than they were pretending that it hurt theirs - and I had given them ample opportunity to leave.

I felt that grabbing the guy's wrist, kicking his legs out from under him and pulling his arm behind him sharply while I pressed a foot between his shoulder blades was justified.

"You picked a bad day to bother me," I snarled, letting myself growl in an inhuman manner. Honestly, I didn't care if they knew that I wasn't human. I wouldn't see them again. "I warned you!" I accented the word "warned" with a sharp kick to the back of his head, causing him to scream when his face collided with the sidewalk.

Now light him on fire!

"Holy shit, what kind of monster are you?!" one of the sidekicks squeaked, his voice raised several octaves.

...There was that word: Monster. I forced myself not to wince.

Who cares what they think of you? You warned them plenty of times. If you're a monster, they're a pack of idiots.

Well, of course they were idiots. They picked the wrong guy to mess with. Hell, I don't even think they liked each other that much, since no one was helping gushing nosebleed Nancy under my foot.

But maybe they could help me.

I leaned more of my weight on the kid under my foot, pressing it down between his shoulder blades again. "You two," I ordered, "give me your wallets." When they hesitated, I let out a lionlike snarl. "Now!"

Both yelped and dug in their pockets, pulling out their wallets and throwing them on the ground near me.

I moved my foot and yanked my captive to his knees. "You, too. Wallet. Now."

He was practically crying, his hands shaking so severely that I wondered briefly if he could even use them. However, he finally managed to pull his wallet out and toss it with the other two. Good. They were going to generously allow me to get some new clothing and something to eat. How kind of them.

Oh, get that one's jacket! my voice suddenly chimed in. It looks warm.

Well, I didn't have a jacket of my own. Besides, if I was mugging them, I might as well go all the way, right? I pointed at the one who had never actually spoken to me. "Give me your jacket."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" I hissed, letting the sentence devolve into a threatening growl. Immediately, he shed the jacket and tossed it to the ground, covering the wallets.

Oh, get their shoes, too. And golden teeth.

Okay, I thought. That's enough from you. I shoved the one I was holding hard, causing him to land on the sidewalk. He scrambled towards his friends, all three now begging and whimpering about why I shouldn't drag their asses down to hell and what not. However, I was done with them. I might have been a monster, but I wasn't without a conscience. I pulled the jacket on and almost shivered from the delicious warmth it offered. Scooping up the wallets, I smiled at the three politely. "Have a nice night." Then, I shoved past them, leaving behind three kids babbling about how they were mugged by some kind of hell beast.

Honestly, they were. And I felt guilty about it. However, it was survival of the fittest, and I had clearly won.

Maybe I wouldn't do so bad in this city after all. I wouldn't like it, but if getting aggressive was what it took, then so be it.

Well, they should have left him alone.

So, Hellcat's becoming more aggressive. Good. :3 Half-Breed's gotta eat.

However, there's more to this adventure, so stay tuned! And feel free to review. Or don't. Meh.

And enjoy.

*Bows and exits*