"Oh! Not on my watch!" Chase proclaimed as he took flight after the white van.
The tires spun out, leaving skid marks on the road, as the van peeled away at high speed. Chases bat wings flapped against the cold breeze and the wind beat against his face, providing a constant soothing chill. Luckily for him, the weather was perfect flying weather; a steady breeze and a smooth tail wind. What more could a bat ask for, right?
Thoughts raced through Chases mind reading mind as he thought of a way to catch up to the van, which was slowly but surely pulling away from him. The doors on the back of the van constantly jerked, trying to free itself from the the locks which bond it together. The smell of rubber, filled the air more and more as the van out drove Chase.
'Wait a sec!' Chase thought to himself 'Ben said his arm was based on brain waves, which means mine is more than likely too be also!'
Chase imagined recreating his battle scene from moments before. Chase lunged his left fist forward, black blades out and all, and as he did the blade shot out on a chain, like a grappling hook digging itself into it's target. The blade of his gauntlet dug into the left back door of the van and as it did Chase was jerked forward in midair.
Chase retracted the chain in, zip lining himself to the van. He landed against the back of the van harshly as he slammed his head into it, but that wasn't the only thing he'd hit his head on in his life. Obviously he still had a lot of getting used to with the chain whip and all.
Chase slashed down his right black blade swiftly on the lock, binding the doors together. The moment the blade finished sawing through the lock, the door violently swung open; flinging Chase back off the van. As Chase whirled through the air behind the van, he shot out both chain whips at the van. The blades clung to the floor of the van. The doors continued to flap ferociously in the wind as the van moved on.
Chase pulled himself back into the van, he noticed something nudge his leg. He jumped out of fear, but not to far, for fear of falling out of the van unprepared. His eyes shot down, his gauntlets ready for battle. A small child lay on the ground nudging his leg with its head. It's hands were bond behind it's back and it's ankles shackled by something. The kid's mouth was taped shut.
Then Chase looked around to realize there wasn't just one kid; there was at least 20 kids there tied up and bound against their will. As Chase turned around, there was one teenager who managed to get up and was trying to cut the rope around his wrist by rubbing it against Chase's gauntlets. Chase cut the rope himself for the person.
As soon as the rope snapped, the teenage boy tore off the rubber gloves on his hands, which was pinned beneath the rope, and set his bare hand on the metal shackles on his feet. Steam, steam started protrude away from the teenage boys hand and shackles. As the steam lifted, the shackles slowly disappeared and as they did the boy ripped the tape from his mouth and took in a deep breathe. Being kidnapped in a van crowded with other kids who had been kidnapped, must have been hard to breath. The smell of sweat and fear along with the oxygen continually depleting would have made it hard for anyone to breath.
Without even looking back to thank Chase or anything, the kid jumped to his feet, shuffled through the crowd, and made his way to the front of the van. A wall and a small sliding window stood between the driver and the kids. The teenage boy lit a grin upon his face and slammed the palm of his right hand to the wall directly behind the driver. The smell of burning metal filled the air, as the metal started to liquefy and drip down the wall.
'What are you doing! We've gotta get these kids out of here first!' Chase thought to the teenage boy.
"Stay out of my mind", the boy simply stated as he stared back at Chase.
Chase leaped over some kid and made his way to the teenage boy. Chase grabbed the boys shoulder and as he did the boys left arm thrust backwards against Chase's chest, sending Chase to the edge of the van. Chase's slid to the edge as he feet slid off the edge. His legs dangled in midair as the van sped onward. Chase struggled to climb his way back up, without letting his feet or legs touch the ground and tear off. When Chase finally gained his footing, the scream of the driver filled the air around.
The boy had managed to burn his hand through the wall and the seat in less than a minute. His hand took a firm grip on the driver's neck. The obvious extreme heat emitting from the boys hand singed into the rough skin of the driver. The burn sent intense pain through the driver's body, creating a jerking motion with his hands as he clenched tightly to the wheel yanking it to the left as hard as possible.
The van jerked violently as it spun to the left, but carried on in a forward motion. And as it did, the vans balance was thrown off, sending it barrel rolling through the street. Kids rolled through out the van, ducking and covering their heads as much as possible and doing whatever they could to protect themselves. The boy, with heat extreme hands, was thrown and tossed about the van.
He reacted upon revenge without thinking of the consequences. As Chase rolled about also, he noticed one small child, probably about 7 years old or so, roll his way out of the van. Chase stood up despite the barrel rolls, and ran forward from the wall to the floor to the wall again as the van rolled. Chase snagged a hold of the child the moment before he hit the pavement. The dark gravel buried its way into Chase's back, as he gripped tight to the child with his arms.
As the van continued, so did traffic. Several cars collided with the van. The sound of metal scraping metal and the smell of burning rubber, crept into the inner most part of everyone around. Screams filled the air, as people rushed to the scene of the accident.
Chase managed to stand up as he held the child in his arms. The crowd cheered at his heroic act, , but he wasn't all too thrilled. He freed the child and ran to the van. As Chase approached the van, the teenage boy, who'd caused all of this havoc, came crawling out. He had a large gash across his side, from where a plate of metal had made contact. His side was completely painted in his own blood.
"I had a reason for my doing this", the boy stated as his face rapidly lost color. He turned paler and paler every minute. "I can't let 'them' take these kids. It's better for them to die than to become lab rats. It's better for all of us."
"But that's not your decision to make!" Chase proclaimed as he knelt by the kid and looked around at all the hurt children. Tears started to fall to the ground; a puddle of tears formed out of Chase's sorrow. Blood stained the face of many children, which were either unconscious, dead, or suffering intense pains. Cries of pain pierced pierced the ears around.
"Someone had to make a decision, so I did. Don't let my act die out in vain! I did this for all of us!"
"There's other ways to go about it! You risked everyone's lives for your own selfish desires! Now come on we've gotta get you out of here", Chase said.
"Get everyone ….else out of ...here ….first", the kid said breathing heavy trying to grasp onto his last breaths of air., "I'll only ….hold you ...back." His face had lost nearly all of it's color and the blood pouring out of his side had slowed down. Chase had never really witnessed someone pass away; Not someone dying, but someone passing away. The final moment when someone's breathe was snatched away from them on their deathbed in a 'nostalgic sense'.
Chase nodded and slid his hand across his face, trying to no longer disperse tears. He didn't know why, but tears still fell from his eyes to the blood stained asphalt. Chase stood up and turned to go help the other kids.
"OH! How I hate nostalgic endings!" A new voice spoke out. The voice rang a familiar tone in Chase's ears.