Hey sorry for the delay, finals and laziness and all. But wow, so many great reviews from my first chapter. I am honestly very surprised that so many people liked it. Anyway, thanks to everyone that read it. On to the second chapter.
Usually, the way of living on the bionic island is tolerable. When training the kids, there are a variety of workouts to choose from, the Lab Rats don't try to push anyone too far in the simulations, and the students only have to do it for, at the most, two hours. Classes could also be fun at times. The mentors try to find different ways to teach the kids how to be heroes that will keep them attentive and not bored. It's typically the opposite way Chase's classes, but even he can have his days. The bionics are fed three courses a day that are decent, and they are well rested in their capsules.
But then, there are days like today. Those days where everyone got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or in this case, capsule. Where whatever can go wrong, goes wrong without fail.
That is the kind of day Leo has had so far. The partially bionic teen is so tired, he barely makes it to the couch before collapsing. He looks exhausted, with a few barn marks on his uniform, and is covered in cuts and bruises. Without looking up, he uses his normal arm to grab his mini-capsule, and slides it on his bionic one. Typically, he is only supposed to wear it when sleeping, but sometimes he puts it on during the day. What can he say, it's relaxing. Groaning, he rolls over, watching as his siblings walk in to the room. Or, in Adam's case, crawl.
Sitting down at the table, Bree speaks first. "Ughhh, today's training was torture."
Chase, sitting down beside her, grabs an apple and talks. "Yeah, Mr. Davenport has been working the kids a lot in the past few days. And he's dragging us into their training."
Adam would have talked, but had crawled into his capsule and fallen asleep.
Changing from a lying down position to a sitting one, Leo restarts the conversation. "It's been torture. At least for you guys, you can take breaks every once in a while. We students have to work out the entire time. I mean seriously, feel my arm, I'm pretty sure it's about to fall off I've been using it so much."
Instead of touching his arm, the bionic siblings that were still awake went and grabbed some food from the counter. They tiredly just ate their food, tossing an apple to Leo, who wasn't prepared and got hit in the head.
The three remaining teens closed their eyes afterwards, finding it tedious to try and keep their eyes open. They could feel themselves slipping away, slowly drifting away from consciousness. Well, until they heard the doors slide open and someone come in.
"Hey, guess who's back?" Douglas came in, lugging a large suitcase behind him, holding his arms open for a hug. On his way in, he turned on the lights.
"Ughh, turn off the lights," Bree groaned, while the others just tried to cover their faces.
"And Donnie wonders why I make so any trips to the mainland," Douglas deadpans, dropping his arms.
Deciding that they should just as well get up, Chase and Leo go over to greet their creator and step-uncle, respectively. "Sorry Douglas. It's great to see you back. How was the big trip?" Leo asks.
"It was nothing special. Just met up with a colleague of mine."
"You've been meeting with this colleague for a few weeks. What are you guys working on that's so important?" Chase asks, leaning on the couch.
Shrugging, the genius says, "Just a little project of mine. You guys will find more about it soon."
"I honestly don't know whether I should be excited or scared about that," Chase deadpanned.
Sighing, Douglas grabbed his suitcase, and made his way over to the kitchen. Well, until he trips on something and falls to the ground. Looking behind his fallen body, he sees Adam lying on the floor, eyes closed and snoring silently, gripping the inventor's leg like a teddy bear. "Uhh, question: Why is Adam lying on the floor? Also, can someone detach him from my leg?"
Leo bent down and lifted Douglas up, while Chase pulled Adam's arm away from his leg. Oddly enough, this didn't seem to wake the oldest teen. "Sorry Douglas. Mr. Davenport's newest training sessions have been killing us. He has worked everyone on the island non-stop."
"It can't be that bad. I mean, I've only been gone four days, and training was still tolerable then. What changed?"
An amused look spread on the three conscious teens' faces. "Oh, not so bad, huh. Let me tell you about Tuesday." Bree said.
FLASHBACK
The bionics were in the training area, waiting to start training for the day. Mr. Davenport seemed really excited about something, but kept it a secret for now. "Okay guys, today I want to work on handling yourself in different environments." Pulling out a small remote, he resumed. "Once I press the button on this remote, the floor will retract, and you all will fall into the ocean below. All you have to do is get back to the entrance, and you'll be done for the day."
The kids all clapped, high fiving each other and such. Then Chase spoke. "That's it. That is really easy Mr. Davenport."
"So it seems. But, you also have to outswim the sharks, electric eels, and octopi I put down there on the way so…good luck." He said, jumping onto the center circle.
"WHAT?!" The kids screamed, but it fell on deaf ears, as they all plummeted into the ocean.
END
Douglas grimaced. But before he could speak, Chase spoke up. "And Wednesday was a delight."
FLASHBACK
The bionic students and mentors were again in the training room. Well, most of them. About a quarter of the students that were in the past day's exercise were now in the infirmary. But the one's here weren't in great shape either. Almost everyone had bandages covering some part of their body, and a few were twitching from the electric shocks form the electric eels. Only one without any sort of damage was Donald Davenport, again standing on the center circle, holding a new remote. "Okay guys, you all did great in yesterday's exercise. So, today I thought we would kick it up a notch." Needless to say, everyone's eyes snapped open wide.
"Today, we are going to test your fighting skills without using your bionics. But, instead of fighting each other like normal, you all will be running from my Davendroids, programmed with all of the world's knowledge on martial arts."
Most of the students sighed, thinking it was going to be an easy day and Mr. Davenport was just bluffing. "And it starts…..NOW!" Pressing the button, he ran over to the side, as the doors slid open from either side, as did the kid's eyelids slide open in terror. Because instead of the expected 20 or 30 droids, there had to be hundred marching in. And well, it didn't look pretty for anyone.
END
Douglas showed a pained expression, thinking about the pain they must have faced. But again, before he could speak, Leo spoke up. "And who could forget about today's little adventure?"
FLASHBACK
Once again in the training room, the remaining students were standing there, waiting with pained expressions for today's exercise. Well, most were standing. A few were sitting down, while others were leaning on their brothers and sisters for support. They all more bandages then when the fought the Davendroids, and a few had their arms and legs in cast or slings. To put it simply, everyone looked like they got run over from an 18-wheeler.
Davenport was standing by the door, smiling his excited smile, but also looked a tad nervous on how many students he had left. Besides his kids, there were about 15 still standing. Or sitting. Or leaning. But, he knew that today's exercise would be a big hit. "Okay guys, you all have done well the past few days. So that's why today, we are going to play a little game." A few seemed to perk up at that, while most just got suspicious looks on their faces.
"To test your reflexes and maneuverability, you all will play tag." A few got some hopeful looks, while most turned to confused. "Everyone spread out okay." Everyone got to different corners of the room, still very much confused what kind of twist there could be. When everyone got in position, Davenport screamed, "Okay Eddy, light them up!" Everyone got horrified expressions, surprised Mr. Davenport would go this far.
From the center, a platform rose, and from it came a metal tube, covered in lasers. In the center was a screen, and on it was Eddy. Without saying any words. Eddy just laughed, and started shooting lasers at the terrified teens, and started the game. While they were dodging, Mr. Davenport laughed, until Eddy accidently shot him in the back with one. "OW! Eddy!"
END
Instead of shocked or pained, Douglas looks at them confused. "Wait, what happened yesterday?"
The three teens became stone faced, looking down at the ground. Leo sniffed. "We rather not talk about it." But immediately, they turned back to normal. "But anyway, everyone is sick and tired of his training exercises. And, he says we have another one later today."
"Man, that does sound rough. But, you know what they say, things can only go up when you are on the ground. Or, in your cases, under the water." He looked like he wanted to say more, but he then heard his cell phone go off. Taking it out, he realized who's calling. "Sorry guys, got to take this. Good luck."
Douglas ran out of the room, beginning his conversation on whoever was on the other. The teens rolled their eyes, going back to their sleeping positions. Until Mr. Davenport came in. "Hey guys, come on. The next exercise is starting in five minutes. Oh man, you guys are going to love it." With that, he ran out. Five seconds later, Bree started sobbing, Chase not far behind her. Leo look horrified, and Adam…still was sleeping. But knowing they could not skip out on training, they walked out of the room, Leo dragging Adam, all expecting the worst.
FLASH
In the training area, there were less teens there than when they played laser tag that morning. There were probably only 9 people, including the super siblings. Put up in the middle of the room was a table. It had some objects on them, about 10 total, covered in a napkin. Donald stood to the side, getting ready to begin.
"You 9 have done great the past couple days. Surprised the head count is so low, but hey, can't make a motor without cutting up a few wires, am I right?" He laughed at his, well, let's call it a joke, like it was the funniest thing in the world. The others weren't amused however in the slightest. Donald seemed to realize this, stopping his laughing abruptly. "Anyway, this afternoon, we are going to test your reactivity to certain stimuli, for example blinding lights, noxious smells, or…" He paused, taking off a napkin from one of the covered objects, revealing a plate of peppers. "…extreme tastes."
Adam, now partially awake, licked his lips and tried to grab a pepper, only to have his hand swatted away. "Wait Adam, not yet. On this table there are the world's top ten hottest peppers. If it was fire, it could have burned down this island in a matter of seconds. And now, you all will have to eat them." Everyone gulped, scared to their bionic bones. "They are arranged completely randomly, so try and pick the mildest one"
Leo stepped up, chuckling slightly, very nervous. "Um, Big D, I know I've put up with these challenges the past few days, trying my all and you know. But, don't you think that this could not be safe. Especially to me, since I'm only partially bionic."
Instead of agreeing with his step son, the inventor scoffed. "Don't worry, this is completely safe. You have nothing to worry about. Now, who's first?"
Deciding he had nothing to lose, Leo went to the table, and looked around. Find something mild, find something mild. Taking a leap of faith, he reached out and took the few one he saw. It was dark red, and looked a bit like a ghost, but with the stem coming out of the end. Gulping, he shoved the whole thing in his mouth, and took a bite, and swallowed.
A second later, he started to sweat. His mouth immediately felt like it got set on fire. He could feel his eyes start to water, and his knees felt like they were about to buckle. He gasped open, and he swears he could see steam coming out. Mr. Davenport seemed to look pained for his step son. "Oooh, bad choice Leo. That was a California Reaper, the hottest pepper in the world. Tough break."
By now, Leo's face turned red, and he was crying a bit. He then felt like he was going to be sick. Pushing past, he made a sprint for the bathrooms. Getting there just in time, he slammed a stall shut, and tossed his cookies, or pepper in this case. Wiping his mouth, he started to feel a bit better. He was about to get out and get some water, but he heard the bathroom door suddenly open. Looking through the space between the door and the wall, he saw it was Douglas, and he seemed very serious, a lot more serious the usual. Leo didn't know why, but he felt like watching what was going to happen instead of asking what was wrong.
Finally, Douglas brought his phone to his ear. "Okay, the bathroom's secure. What do you want to talk about?" Though Leo couldn't hear what the person on the other line was saying, but he could tell it was important. "So, no one knows what happened now except Donnie?...Good, good. Yeah, he hasn't told me. Yet. But, he has been working the kids a lot harder I heard, so he must be preparing them...You holding up over there…Okay, yeah, uh huh. Your right, we need to start to plan soon. Call me back when you can. Okay, bye." Ending his call, Douglas looked around one last time before he walked out of the bathroom.
Making sure that he wasn't coming back, Leo walked out of the bathroom completely confused. His mouth didn't even burn anymore, one question raging on in his mind. What was going on with Douglas? The heat in his mouth coming back at him, he decided it can wait a bit so he can get some water.
Running out of the bathroom, he sprinted to the kitchen for some water. Unbeknownst to Leo, Douglas stepped out, watching him run away.
Okay, so this was kind of a filler, but it had to be done. I tried to include some of that Lab Rats style humor, so tell me what you thought of it. Sorry again for the long wait, but now that its summer, I'm hoping to be able and post a bit more frequently. I hope every two weeks, but hey, things happen. Anyway, peace out.