Commando App Disengaged. Chase saw the familiar words flash across his vision as he had the disorienting experience of coming back to consciousness. Oh no, he thought.

He looked around him in shock, seeing that he was in a room of ruin. But as he examined his surroundings, he realized that he knew this room – this was the main living area of his house.

But now it was havoc, completely trashed. Broken furniture and glass laid on the ground around him, and he saw frequent scorch marks across many surfaces.

But what held his attention were two bodies lying terribly still at his feet – Adam and Bree. Mr. Davenport, Tasha, and Leo were nowhere to be seen.

"No…" Chase choked, falling to his knees. As tears escaped him, he searched his siblings, looking for any sign of life. Relief washed over him when he discovered that they were in fact alive, but only just. Scanning them quickly, he saw that they each had sustained a broken bone or two, and there was mild internal bleeding for both of them. The side of Adam's face was bruising, swelling up – he had been hit in the head, hard.

But they were still breathing, their hearts were still pumping. They were simply knocked out.

Chase felt the familiar feelings of guilt, shame, and hopelessness wash over him. Spike was worse than before.

Chase heard a rustling to his left, and he looked to see Mr. Davenport poking his head around the corner of the doorway into the kitchen/dining area. "Mr. Davenport! They need medical help!" Chase cried out, causing the man to jump.

"Oh good, you're back, Chase," Mr. Davenport said without much enthusiasm, casting aside a large stick he had been carrying as he warily rushed over to the bionics. "We would have helped them sooner, but we didn't dare come near Spike."

"Where are Tasha and Leo?" Chase asked worriedly.

"Leo is watching over Tasha."

"Is she okay? What happened?" Chase asked, horrified.

"We can explain that later, we just need to help your brother and sister right now," Mr. Davenport said tersely, not looking at his youngest bionic son.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Chase asked tentatively.

"No, you've done enough for one day. Just go to your capsule," Mr. Davenport replied.

Chase's physical features hardened as he felt his heart break, only swallowing before numbly getting up and walking to the elevator. He heard Leo's voice softly consoling his mother, but they were not within Chase's line of sight. He wanted so badly to see how they were doing, but he knew that if he did, they would scream, fearing an attack from the ruthless monster that dwelled within him.

So instead he hung his head, shuffling into the elevator, not moving as he waited for it to arrive at the lab. But as he stepped into the lab, he realized that he wanted to be anywhere but this house at that moment. He wanted to run away from this nightmare, if only to protect his family from further harm. But he also knew that in doing so, he was risking the lives of other people, and his family would come looking for him, if only to protect other people from him.

Chase realized that even down here, no one was safe. Only when he was truly locked up would anyone ever be safe again. With that depressing thought coursing through his mind, the bionic hacked Mr. Davenport's computer, searching through lists and descriptions of the billionaire's classified, secure, off-shore facilities, and he quickly found the perfect one.

It was a number of miles off the Canadian west coast, currently not in use, but it was the makings for the perfect prison. It was built to store and protect potentially dangerous technology. Chase figured he was qualified.

He unlocked the facility and set a time for complete and permanent lock-up, making sure it would happen after he arrived. He verified that the plumbing, heating and cooling, food supply, clothing, and garbage disposal would be self-regulated before he got too hasty. He then sent the coordinates to Mr. Davenport's helicopter, setting it so it wouldn't track its course or distance and would come back to the mansion afterwards. And lastly, he commenced the start up of the helicopter in order to get it warmed up as he went out to it.

With that taken care of, he erased his work and disabled his GPS app, making sure that no one would find out about what he had done and where he had gone. He couldn't allow his family to risk letting him out.

With a shuddering sigh, Chase took one last look at the lab, the only place he had known until Tasha and Leo's arrival. There were so many memories here, so many nostalgic moments that threatened to overwhelm him, flashing before his eyes. No, can't think - don't think - or you'll never leave. You know you have to, he told himself vehemently, shaking himself free from the memories. Before he could change his mind, Chase went out to the helicopter and climbed in, flying away from everything he knew and loved in the effort to preserve it. Goodbye, home. Goodbye, life. Goodbye, Mr. Davenport, Adam, Bree, Leo, and Tasha.

Goodbye.

AN: And the unthinkable just happened... the end? Nope.

This is a little (more like a lot) overdue, but I think that LabRatsFan07's story idea is great! I am attempting to write it now, but I'm afraid to say that it is slow going... I do think it will be good in the end, though. Thanks for the awesome plot idea! And thank you to all of you who have commented on, followed, and/or favorited this story, I can't help but grin every time I get a notification for Spiked Out! You all are amazing!

Anywho, stay tuned for Chapter 11!