Hello people! Okay, this is the final chapter! Enjoy!

10 meters under water, Jeredy's submarine was moving forwards with stable speed. John and Jeredy have just took back team core tech, who had returned from their battle with Klipse.

Chase was locked in his dark room, sitting at the edge of his bed. He was depressed. Very depressed. He couldn't fit into his mind the things happened some hour ago. They were outraging. First, his dark self appeared and told him, or maybe showed him what happened back at S.T.O.R.M. Second, that other self again took over his body- mind control and he was about to kill Six, who knows, maybe his friends too. He shook his head.

"No, no...I would never kill a person...never…not me..." he whispered. Truth was, that after watching that vision with him spreading the death at S.T.O.R.M., he felt like he was slowly slowly becoming a murderer. He was becoming inhuman. A freak. A monster.

"No, dammit, NO!" he yelled. He got up and started hitting his fist to the wall many times.

"No, no, no, no, no! I am not a murderer! I am not a monster! I am not a prisoner! I am not a weakling! I am...I am...ahhh...who...who am I really? What..in the world...am I?" he said. His life was like a horror story with some drops of tragedy. It all started that day two years and something before. That damned day...when they got on a mission...and he surrendered. Now he was realizing his mistake.

"It's not that...all this time, I was just lucky. Lucky that anyone caught us for real. If they did…. S.T.O.R.M., Klipse, Forge, the hand of destiny...everyone...could do awful things to us. They could actually kill us." When they heard their enemies yelling; I will destroy you, it is the end of you etc...they really meant it. It wasn't a joke. When Chase got Lock for the first time, he denied giving it to S.T.O.R.M. Then all this hunt began. If he did it then...if he gave Lock's core to Trey that day..they could leave him alone. They wouldn't hunt him. He wouldn't get in that monsuno and world saving mess. He would be still trying to see his dad, but….his mind would be in peace. Even if he wouldn't meet Dax or Beyal. They would continue their own way. Everyone would continue their own way.

"I can't take this..." he said. He saw his hand. The skin was torn and blood rolled on his upper hand. He didn't care. That was only a scratch. Then he heard someone knocking the door.

"Who is it?" he asked. Not now, he wanted to stay alone in his thoughts.

"Chase? Can you come out to talk with us? We have some things to discuss." Dax said from the other side. Chase sighed.

"Alright, I am coming." he said. He got up, took a key which was on his desk and unlocked the door.

Outside the whole team, Jeredy and John were waiting him.

"Chase, your hand-" Jinja said.

"It's nothing, really." Chase replied.

"Listen, we want to talk about what happened then." John said.

Chase felt a stab in his heart. Everyone knew for sure, what monster he was.

"I am listening." Chase said.

"Son, you know too what is happening to you, right? You have a personality disorder." Jeredy said.

"And that other personality take over your body whenever he wants." Bren said.

"I know, I know." Chase said defeated. "So what now? You think I am a monster, a lunatic, right? Will you lock me up again in a room or you will hand me over to S.T.O.R.M again? Huh?" he whispered.

"For god's sake, no! We aren't going to turn our back at you!" Jinja said.

"Yeah mate! What do you think we are, I mean, come on!"

Chase looked at them with a worried look.

"Can I get back to my room now? I want...to stay alone. Please." he said and got up.

Jeredy nodded sad. "Alright. Go ahead." he said. Chase moved to his door.

"If something happens again or you feel anything, tell us!" Jeredy said.

Chase ignored his father's words and closed the door behind him. The room was darker than before. Or he thought it was. He locked the door, threw the key on his desk and fell on his bed.

"Why me?..." he whispered. Then he fell asleep.

Chase woke up from a noise. Around him was the darkness. He got up.

"Is anyone there?" he asked. He turned around to see something, but it was pointless.

"Hey." a voice said. Chase looked behind him and saw his other personality. Although there was dark, he could see him clearly. His white hair were giving him that chilling aura and his evil smile...made him devilish.

"You…." Chase glared. He ran towards his other self and threw a punch at him, but at one second, dark Chase disappeared into thin smoke. Chase fell frontwards.

"What the..." he said. He gasped and turned around. He saw his other self smiling grabbing Bren from the neck, squeezing it. Bren was choking. He widened his eyes in fear and shock. There, a few steps away from him were his dark personality squeezing his best friend's neck, as he was gasping for air.

"Stooop!" he yelled and run to save Bren. But even when he was running, the distance was getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't reach them. He saw Dark Chase's hands letting off Bren's neck, as his friend fell down dead.

"Ooops, sorry about that, Chase. Your friend here wants some air. Hahaha!" he yelled, and then he disappeared. Chase looked around him again. At his right he saw himself again chocking Jinja. At his right Dax. Behind him Beyal. Then everyone else he knew, his dad, John, his mother. They were all chocking, fighting for air, as his other ego killed them slowly and happily.

"How's that?"

Chase didn't know what to do.

"You like it?"

Where to run first.

"Look at this."

Who to save first.

"Say, tell me, you want to say something? Speak!"

"Hahaha!"

He tried to run towards his dad, but he couldn't reach him. Then at his mother. Neither again. He couldn't reach anyone.

"Look here Chase."

"Over here."

"Look at her face."

"How fun!"

"Oh no, he is dying!"

"Your friends doesn't look good Chase."

Chase dropped on his knees crying. The only thing he could do, is watch his family die?

Then, one after another, was dropping dead. Chase shouted in pain.

"AAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Remember who did this Chase. You." his ego voice said. Then, a waterfall of voices echoed in the darkness.

"You did it."

"You will kill them all."

"You are a monster."

"How can you live like this?"

"A freak."

"Why don't you die already?"

"How could you do something like this?"

"He is..."

"You piece of shit."

"Monster."

"Little freak."

"Everyone you killed would be so ashamed with you."

"STOP! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Chase shouted grabbing his head in pain.

"I don't want...I won't...no..kill them...never...stop it...I...monster...I am...stop...I am not...freak.." he said to himself.

Chase woke up crying in pain. He breathed heavily, as he looked around the room. It was black, but it was his room. Everything was a dream. Again.

Chase remained silent, gazing the wall in front of him. He was tired, but he was afraid to sleep.

"What should I do to stop him...help me...mom." he said to himself. He remembered the faces of his friends when they were dying in front of his eyes. They were crying. He was crying. They couldn't breath. He couldn't run. They couldn't escape. He couldn't save them.

He gritted his teeth. He grabbed a core- tablet that was on his desk and played his favorite song.

["It's been so long" by the living tombstone (fnaf)]

"I dunno what I was thinking...leaving my child behind..."

Chase fell on his bed again, covering his eyes with his arm.

"With all this anger, guilt and sadness, coming to hunt me forever, I can't wait for the cliff at the end of the river"

He was exhausted. Mentally tired. He wanted for the earth to open and shallow him, leading him from his problems. No. He had enough. He had enough problems. He was tired.

"Maybe I should chase and find, before they'll try to stop it, it won't be long before I'll become a puppet."

If he was in a worst state, he could easily return to S.T.O.R.M. to execute him. That way he was going to be free from this pathetic world. That unfair world, full of hardships.

"It's been so long, since I last have seen my son lost to this monster, to the man behind the slaughter."

True was, in these 2 years, he have faced things no man would, or better, no man could survive them. He was special. His endurance was better than anyone's. That's why Charlemagne loved torturing him all the time. He was an unbreakable toy. But in the end, he gave in, so Charlemagne could do nothing more than throw him away, kill him. Of course, she was justified with him. Two years now, he was her only toy. Anyway, now she must find another one to justify her sick appetite.

But that idea was very much for him, so he was left with two options.

First, he was going to let that thing inside him, then kill his family and friends, stay alone for the rest of his life in a hole with regrets, die from sickness, hunger, anything, and live by killing and stealing. Maybe becoming another toy for sickening people in order to get some money.

Second, he was going to fight that monster, and return to his life. Hopefully.

He preferred the second option. But here was another problem; how he was supposed to fight himself? Should he do some short of mental therapy?

He kept that in mind. But for now, his best move was to speak with Beyal. The monk may knew a way. He got up, paused the music and unlocked the door. He took a glimpse outside, no sign of anyone. He moved to the kitchen, and saw Bren making a sandwich.

"Oh, hey Chase! Are you feeling better now?" Bren asked.

"More or less. Have you seen Beyal?" Chase asked.

"Yes, he is in his room, why?"

"Nothing serious, gotta see him." Chase said and left.

"Chase..." Bren said to himself. His best friend was suffering inside, and he couldn't do something to help him.

Chase stopped before Beyal's door and knocked.

"Who is it?" a voice said from inside.

"Chase. Got a minute Beyal, I want to talk with you."

"Come in". Chase opened the door and went inside the room. Beyal was sitting on the floor, doing some meditation or something.

"Hi Chase. How are you?"

"Yes, that I wanted to talk about. Beyal, please, do you know a way to fight it? To make it go away?" Tell me." Chase said.

"I am not sure Chase. I don't think so. Well, there is a way, but-" he wanted to say, but Chase suddenly grabbed him from his shoulders.

"What? What way!?" he asked panicked.

"You shouldn't risk it. You may lose your life." Beyal said.

Chase almost laughed at this statement. "Haha, Beyal, we both know I have experienced things far worse than death, so I am not scared of it. Now tell me. Please." he said, half worried, half desperate.

Beyal sighed. "Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. If the other ego of yours fights you in your mind and soul, you should do the same."

"How?" Chase asked.

"You can fight him in your mind, in a specific place when you can reach yourself. Then you have to find a way to beat your other self, so it disappears."

"But...again...what way?" Chase asked. Beyal shook his head.

"I don't know either. You have to find it yourself when the time comes. But if you make a mistake, it might end your life." Beyal said. Chase let go of his teammate's shoulders. Again, the only thing he could obtain was another questions.

"Thanks Beyal. I will do it." Chase said. "I don't know how the hell I should do it, but I will try." he said.

"Chase, no! You don't understand the risk!" Beyal almost shouted.

"What risk? If I kill the other guy I win, and if he kills me or anything else I lose and die? I know." he said and went to the exit of the room. Beyal stood up, before Chase could leave.

"We can't lose you again Chase! You...you have any idea how we felt when we heard that message? When we thought you died? We were ready to throw our lives away too, to end all the bonds, purpose and selves at that point! And...when we saw you there all monster, but alive...we couldn't believe in our eyes. We thought that we were watching a dream. So...we don't want to lose you again. We don't want to experience that cruel feeling for another time. So Chase..." Beyal said.

"Beyal, stop. I can understand your feelings, but the fact won't change. If I want to have peace in my mind, to end this misery that have been haunting me for the past two years, I have to do it. Please, don't try to change my mind." he said and left. Beyal stood there, silent. For some reason, he felt like he was the person who was getting Chase killed.

Chase went back to his room, locked he door again and lied to his bed. He closed his eyes.

"My inner mind, huh?" he whispered. He focused as hard as he could. He was able to get there before with no try at all, so why not now too?

When he opened his eyes, he was there; at the field with the flowers. He didn't want to look for his mother now, he had others things to do. First, he needed to locate his other self.

"Where are you?! Show yourself, you white- haired freak!" he yelled. Then, he gasped and turned around. There he was.

"Whoa, Chase, calm down a bit. Your voice is deadly annoying." he mocked with that evil grin.

"Shut up. I am here to take you down, for good."

"Ehhh? Take down? Me?" Dark- Chase said as he approached his other ego. His bare feet squeezed the flowers he was stepping on, turning them into ashes. Chase stood in a fight position.

"You sure got some nerve there. That's it, now I'm going to kill ya." dark- Chase said, staring at the teen with those creepy teal eyes, and with that awful scary aura covering his body. Chase had to admit- he was scared. He never imagined himself like this. Like...a total psycho.

"Not before I do." Chase said. Okay, now he was going to fight him, and probably kill him. But...how? With bare hands? He was a defenseless boy against a psycho- killer who could kill five persons with no weapon. Way to go Chase.

"I have to focus on him. First, learn his style, his pattern of attack. Keep yourself at defense, and when you have your information, strike an attack. And better be a final, I don't want to waste anymore time on this." Chase thought. That was something that Jinja taught him, when she was practicing her karate. Dark Chase started running towards Chase. Chase prepared for a hit. His ego blew a punch for his stomach, then a punch for his face and a kick for the neck. Luckily Chase managed to block them. But at his hits he felt...something bigger. He was determined. He truly wanted to kill him. He thought that staying all at defense wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he tried to throw a hit too. He found target his other ego's face. Dark Chase rubbed his cheek.

"That huuuuurts! Oh, it hurts it hurts it hurts! I don't want it! I don't want to be hurt again!" Dark Chase groaned and with a quick move, he kicked Chase's ribs. Chase flew some feet away. He landed on the white flowers, grabbing his ribs with his hands. It hurt a lot. They were broken for sure. In this condition he couldn't fight. Maybe move. But if he did nothing, he was going to get killed. So he got up, and faced his dark personality.

"Oho! That face of yours is so great! I looove it when you are like that! So cute and innocent! Weak, with no power!" he said, but then his smile faded and became serious. "That's why Chase, you won't be able to beat me." Chase glared him.

"I don't care if I can or not. I am not fighting you because I want to win, but because I must win! I promised myself, my friends, my family! I am going to beat you, even if I am dead!" Chase yelled. Then he put his might and launched towards his dark self. He was ready to punch him, but Dark- Chase expected it, and before Chase could hit him, he wrapped his fist and with his right knee, broke Chase's arm. Chase gasped. He fell down screaming in pain. His bad personality grinned.

"Big mouth for a small fry. Why don't you surrender your body to me, so I can finally come to the surface?" he said, as he watched Chase yelling in pain. "Give up."

Chase besides the pain, he was focusing on something else; his other's self words.

Give up.

How many times he had given up on his life? When he was fighting his enemies with monsuno, giving up was no option. When he was at S.T.O.R.M., he had willingly given up his life, but then he found hope again. As much he thought of it, he just couldn't give up. If he had to.

"Give up, huh? Say that to yourself. Even before we battle, I knew that you were strong, stronger than me. But I still don't give a damn. I mean, seriously," Chase said, as he ignored his arm, and got up to his feet. He gave his other self a smile.

"You thought I'd give up just because you are stronger than me?" Dark Chase gasped.

"Don't make me laugh. I said it, and I will say it again. I don't care, how strong you are, or how weak I am. I am going to beat you down. And that's a promise." Chase said.

Dark Chase gritted his teeth in anger. His eyes were wide open.

"Don't you dare...mock me like that...you piece of..." he growled.

"Oops, I just did." Chase said grinning. "So what? Are you going to kill me? Huh?"

"No...I am not going to kill you...I am going to slaughter you apart...bone from bone...limb from limb…" he said.

Chase and his other self looked at each other with murderous intent. But the dark self had more. Imagine Chase has 3. Dark Chase has 10. At a click of a second, Chase raised his right fist to punch him. At the same moment, Dark Chase was ready to throw a punch with his left fist. When their fists were about to collide, a green light/ explosion suddenly appeared, stopping the two boys. They both fell down some meters away from each other. Chase covered his eyes with his arm.

"That green light...is it you, mom?" he thought. Then he gritted his teeth in pain. He was too hurt, and exhausted to fight anymore. He could only stand up, and wait for his other half.

Dark Chase got up, dizzy from the explosion. When he saw Chase, he started running with anger towards him. Chase stayed in his position, with his arms wide open. Dark Chase gasped, and before he could realize it, Chase was hugging him tightly.

"What...why, you..?" he said.

"In order to beat a strong enemy...you need to make him your friend." Chase said. "In the explosion...I could feel you, and I could hear your thoughts. You...were sad." Chase said.

Dark Chase lowed his face. "I...I only wanted to protect you, Chase." he said. "I hated this! The way we were been treated, the things that they did to us! We suffered, Chase! You know that we couldn't stand it anymore! I couldn't let us at their hands!" he yelled.

"It's okay. Even if I was executed-" Chase said.

"No, not that. The truth is, we weren't about to be executed." white haired Chase said.

"What do you mean?" Chase asked him.

"I knew what would happen to you. Here...let me show you." he said, and suddenly Chase was alone floating in the midair.

Down, he watched himself in the torture chair, and the two soldiers that he killed coming for him. He waited for his self to attack them, but that didn't happen. Moreover, his hair was still all black. No change. The two soldiers untied him, and lead him outside. Chase wanted to follow them, and before he knew it, he transported right above the scene. Outside, he saw Charlemagne and a bunch of soldiers with their weapons. After 10 minutes of waiting, Chase was put on his knees. The soldiers were about to shoot him.

"What..." Chase whispered. Suddenly he heard monsuno yellings. He looked above and he saw his team on Mysticblade and Skyfall, landing.

"CHASE!" they all yelled. Charlemagne gritted her teeth. (vision)Chase turned around and gasped. His friends were there for him!

Team core tech landed on the metal floor and they were ready to battle.

"Damn you...he was alive all this damn time...because of you.." Dax glared Charlemagne.

"We are going to take him back, now!" Jinja yelled, as she couldn't hold her tears.

(vision)Chase was smiling, they had so long to meet! They were there to save him! He was going to be alright! He-

"Fire."

Suddenly the soldiers started firing towards Team Core tech. Blood. Blood everywhere. The teens dead, their corpses full of holes and blood. A blank expression on their face. Charlemagne smiled.

"Good work." she then looked at Chase. He was there looking at his friends, his only and last hope. His last happy image. Then he started shaking. He was about to say something, yell something. He made weird expressions.

Then.

"HAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHHH!"

He laughed.

He couldn't stop laughing. Charlemagne though that experiencing the shock of his friends getting killed again in front of his eyes, plus the whole torture, was too much for him. He was at a shock.

Chase started crying and laughing together. He was crazy.

From above, Chase was shocked too. He didn't expect this. No, this was...total crazy. And all that, was suppose to happen? Then, he was floating into the darkness again. He looked around, but nothing. He landed on something hard. Metal? Yes, that was it. The sound he knew so well.

Then he transported to an S.T.O.R.M base. He was in a hall, and before him was a group of soldiers, forming a line. Again, he was invisible for them. But wait...what was...who…

At the end of the line, he saw a short boy, no, maybe he was a little older, 22-25? He was...so strange. His hair was white, and he was skinny. He was wearing an S.T.O.R.M. uniform, but with the sleeves up. The weirdest; he had bugs under his eyes. And...he had stitches? Yes, red stitches at his right lip ,under his right eye, his right arms and at his neck. His hair was also messy. And his attitude...was so childish. Then he saw a captain or something approaching the group as he ordered them to salute and call their names. One after one they did. But then…

"Chase Suno!" the man ordered. Chase gasped. The boy in front of him now, gave a silly salute as he answered happily and lazy "Heeere!"

No way. No way. That boy in front of him...was actually him? Then he return to his mind area. He was still hugging Dark Chase. Well, former- Dark Chase.

"Do you understand? If I didn't do anything, I mean, you didn't do anything, you would be like what you saw. Charlemagne changed her mind. She wanted you again. A young man treated like her son, or better, pet. She was going to raise you for some years like this, with torture. Then you joined S.T.O.R.M as a soldier, and you became like a killing machine. A total psychotic person, with no place of return. So Chase, it was either changing yourself and becoming free, or be stuck in that hell for your rest life. That's why, I chose this." he said.

Chase was shocked. If it was about becoming this or that...he was happy that Dark Chase was born at the right moment. Even if..he killed all those people.

"Chase...I am so sorry...I was so sad...I was so caring about you, so...I wanted to save you…" he said.

Chase smiled. "It's alright now. We are free. We are finally free. No one will hurt us anymore. From now on, we will live. We will move forward." Chase said. Dark Chase smiled.

"I guess...I have to leave now..." Dark Chase said, and began disappearing into thin air. Then Chase felt it; he couldn't feel the other part of him. He was gone. He sighed.

Chase opened his eyes, and he was back to his room. He felt wonderful, but a little sad too. His other self was bad, but in reality, he was only trying to protect him. At the end...he was a deep friend. He let a smile. Finally, it was all over for good. He got up and exited the room. He couldn't wait to tell his friends about what he experienced.

At the evening

They were all at the table, eating.

"So, if your jerk- self didn't emerge, we were going to be killed and you were going to become a S.T.O.R.M freak?" Dax asked.

"Yes, something like that." Chase explained. "I mean, I am just happy that now everything is normal again."

"Don't jinx it!" Jinja said. "Remember, when you said that, another horror movie hit us!"

"Sorry." Chase said.

"Anyway, what should we do from now on?" Bren asked.

"Isn't it obvious? We will continue what we were doing. But with a little change; we are going to find your mother, Chase." Jeredy said.

"Oh yes! You are right! Mom, we need to save her! She- she helped me so much when I was stuck inside that hole!"

"Chase, that was just a trick of your mind. You were being tortured, so your brain wanted to make something to support you, to calm you down." John said.

"But..it really felt..like mom was there for me." Chase said.

"Yeah, how do you explain how Chase's mother revived us when Chase killed us that time?" Bren asked.

"You are right my friend. Something big is happening." Beyal agreed.

"Okay then, It is settled. From now on, Team Core Tech is back again for good!" Chase said.

"Yes!"

After that, T.C was doing her normal job again. Now, everything was going to be alright.

Somewhere at ?

Her body was hurting again. She had taken serious damage. Broken limbs, crushed organs...yet, she survived. And some of her men. Her rest army was defeated. Was ripped apart. By that little damn mouse. Her worst enemy. Her archenemy.

Charlemagne gritted her teeth. She was in a hospital, her body full of wires and hoses with insulin, blood and anything else you could imagine.

"C-CHASE SUNOOOOO!" she yelled.

Okay, I hoped you guys like my story! And yes, I am telling you this is the official end of the ''caught'' series. I am very happy for the ones they like it, and I am sorry for the one's the didn't. What can we do, anyway? Everyone has their own likes. Okay, well, as you can see, I added at the last moment a new character! But don't worry, he is just a ''what if'' character. He will never exist. But if you wanted more character development, you can search ''Suzuya Juzzou'' on net. Yeah, as you realized I took the idea from him. Everything from tokyo ghoul. Anyway, here is the link of my drawing to show you how he looks like;

art/Caught2-Chase-Suno-future-Suzuya-Juzzou-like-637234354

Bye!