Hey guys! So I decided to update again this morning (but I only have a couple minutes to do so; I'm speed-typing this) since this chapter is so short. It's a least half as long as the other chapters, sorry about that. I had a great cut-off point and I couldn't find a way to make it longer. I'll update with a longer chapter later today.

Thanks again and again for all the reviews! Yup, Chase was that dumb and stubborn to use two abilities at once after he was told not to! You can be sure Douglas has plenty to say about that, in this chapter and future ones.

So here's Chapter 7! Already! I still don't own Lab Rats. Ugh!

* * * Chase's POV * * *

I stumbled to the shack that served as the entrance to Douglas's lair. Going inside I leaned down and lifted a board off the floor, revealing a keypad. With shaky fingers I inserted the code my father had given me. Part of the floor lifted up, revealing a set of stairs. I slowly walked down them.

Every step was painful. Every time I moved I was gasping for air. I was shaking uncontrollably. At first I had used my super-speed, but when the shack on the edge of town was in sight, I had slowed down. It was too much to use my bionics. My heart thudded painfully inside my chest and . . . wait, are my hands supposed to be that white?

My hand shook as I grabbed the handle to the door at the bottom of the stairs and turned it. My feet tripped over themselves as I entered the lair and I nearly fell right on my face.

"Chase!" I heard the concerned voice of my father call. There was a hand on my arm that led me over to the cot. I collapsed onto it, grateful to be lying down.

"What happened?" Douglas asked. "Did you get the files?" Fumbling inside my pocket, I managed to curl my fingers around the flash drive and take it out.

"Here," I muttered, shocked at how weak I sounded.

Douglas snatched it from me and grinned. But that grin vanished as he looked me over. "Chase," he said slowly, "did you use two abilities at once?"

"Uh, maybe," I replied. "I wasn't trying to! It just kinda . . . happened."

"Chase!" Douglas slid a hand down his face in exasperation. "What abilities?"

"Molecular . . . kinesis . . ." It was becoming hard to talk. "And . . . strength."

Douglas sighed. He ran over to the cyberdesk and started typing things into it. He dragged some kind of machine over and hooked me up to it. I don't know what it was; I was too weak to tell. "You'll be lucky to survive this, kid," I thought I heard him mutter.

Before I fell into the darkness, I saw my siblings dazed on the floor. I saw Bree's bloody cheek. I saw Mr. Davenport trapped under those barrels. And I regretted it. I really regretted it.

Yay, a cliffhanger! Well, yay for me. Boo for you. Did you guys like it? It was one of my favorite chapters to write. I think I made up for its length with the descriptiveness. Review and let me know what you think! See you tonight!