I do not own Lab Rats.
Donald POV:
I look at him through the monitor on the wall.
It's terrifying.
His too skinny frame.
The grey coloring of his face.
He looks back at me.
Weakly.
And I can see the lack of any hope in his eyes.
He's wasted away.
Into nothing.
That person standing there isn't Chase anymore.
It's a ghost.
"Chase…" I breath out.
It's all I can think to say.
I feel Bree and Adam standing behind me now.
Breathing heavily.
Seeing their brother.
For the first time in months.
Adam runs out of the room as fast as he can.
I could see the tears beginning to form.
The rage consuming all of his features.
He's so lost.
Bree crumbles to the floor.
Sobs are ripping their way through her small body.
Harsh, choking sounds are the only thing I can hear.
She's gasping for air.
She can't breath.
Because she forgot how.
In that moment.
All she knew was that Chase was gone.
And we had found him.
I lean down and pull her into my arms.
She's shaking.
Harder than I've ever seen anyone cry before.
We both sit here, staring at Chase.
He's just hanging limply onto life.
Adam runs back in, out of breath, with Leo and Douglas in tow.
Leo investigates the screen closely.
Focusing on the images in front of him.
He rubs his eyes, making sure it's really Chase.
Because no one can really tell anymore.
The ghost of a smile creeps it's way onto his face.
Because we found him.
Douglas is instantly at the computer.
Typing as fast as his fingers can possibly move.
All he wants is to save Chase.
"Who are you?" Adam spits at the screen angrily.
"I'm only a friend...right Chase?" The voice echoes back, sickeningly sweet.
Chase nods slowly, out of fear that if he doesn't, he won't be alive to apologize.
"That's right," the voice continues, "It's very fun here."
Chase looks down in at the floor and keeps his mouth shut.
The voice laughs.
It's an awful sound.
Hollow and empty.
It's horrible to listen to.
To know that Chase is stuck there.
Douglas looks down at me and silently nods.
He's tracked the GPS location of the call.
He's found Chase.
A tear slowly makes it's way down my face.
Along with it, my depression.
Slowly ebbing it's way away from me.
We can get him back.
Hope spreads in my chest.
And Bree's finally breathing again.
I pull her up off of the floor.
She's wipes the tears off of her face.
No more crying.
"We will save him." Leo yells with, conviction and confidence filling his voice, something none of us have heard in awhile.
"I'm sure you will." The voice snarks back and the video monitor fades to black.
We can't see Chase anymore.
Just like that.
He's taken from us again.
It's Adam that breaks first.
He starts throwing things.
Screaming.
He feels that everything is taken away from him.
Bree walks over and wraps her thin arms around his shaking shoulders.
He falls to the floor.
Clinging to her like it's all that he has left.
And all of the anger is slowly leaving him.
"We're going to find him now…" She whispers gently into his ear.
"Everything is going to be okay...Chase is going to be okay…"
Right then, the crying stops.
The fear runs from our bodies like lightning.
Warmth replaces the cold that has overtaken our hearts.
And we all pull into a hug.
Because we knew now.
Deep in our hearts.
Beneath the overlying sadness and fear.
That Chase would be okay.
No matter where he ended up.
Chase POV:
After the video call, I remain on the floor of my cell.
My captor comes in and pulls me up by my arm.
And sits me in a chair.
He starts to ask me questions.
What is your name?
Who created you?
Where is your chip?
What are your abilities?
They all start to blend together after a while.
Because every time I respond.
I lie.
And they know it.
Because every time I lie.
It's a punch.
Or a kick.
Or a slap to the face.
I can feel the blood running from my nose.
The bruises forming around my eyes.
The scars that will result from this endeavor.
And not just the physical ones.
I can't really see anymore.
My vision is blurry.
My heartbeat pounding heavily in my ears.
My hands are quaking and unsteady.
I can't feel the abuse anymore.
I don't flinch.
I don't scream.
I don't react.
I can't do anything anymore.
Fearful that every breath will be my last.
All I can do is pray that my family finds me.
It's all that I want.
My family.
I want to be able to nerd-talk with Douglas again.
I want to laugh with Leo again.
I want to make new inventions with again.
I want to be tossed by Adam again.
I want to be comforted by Bree again.
All of these wonderful things that I left.
And I'll never get back.
I'll never get to talk with Douglas.
Or laugh with Leo.
Or invent with my father.
Hang out with Adam.
Smile with Bree.
I never even got a chance.
To say goodbye.
Goodbye to the life I had.
To the people I love.
Something crosses my vision.
Colored blurbs making it across my eyesight.
Screaming.
Fighting.
Shouting.
It's too much for me to take.
"Chase...it's alright now...we're here..."
"We're gonna get you out of here..."
"Stay awake, Chase..."
"Don't leave us...please...
"No, Chase, no...you can't die now, Chase…"
It comes in waves.
Douglas' voice, calm and collected.
Bree's yells, full of hope and support.
Mr. Davenport's confident and strong commands.
Leo's pleading screams.
The pain and sadness of Adam's shouts.
They're begging me to come back to them.
I try to stand up.
To move back to them.
But, something stops me.
Something hard.
Slamming into the back of my head.
Pulling me back into the darkness.
The darkness that has become my only friend.
"Goodbye…" I whisper out.
I know it's my last chance.
"I love you all…"
No POV:
He wakes up to a blinding light.
He doesn't think it's real at first.
He feels like he's underwater.
But in the air.
Floating on nothing.
His body is airy and light.
But then, the pain sets in.
He would take anything over this pain.
Anything else.
Even death.
He slowly opens his eyes.
They're tired and weak.
Just like the rest of his body.
Someone's talking to him now.
Quiet and slow.
They want him to hear every word.
Their voice is light and sweet.
"Chase...are you okay?"
Another voice chimes in.
It's deep and full of care.
"How are you feeling, buddy?"
He looks at them, confused.
He's not sure who's speaking to him.
Or why.
Or even where he is.
He eventually manages to muster up a response.
His voice raspy, dry, and cracked.
"Who are all of you?"
And he can tell.
By the way their faces drop.
By the way the tears are instantly welling in their eyes.
Something is wrong.
Something is very wrong.
A/N: Dun...Dun...Dun...So, I know it's been a long time since any sort of update on this story when I said I would be updating more often but I'm really trying to get this story finished and I hope that you guys are still interested in it. I'll work as hard as I can to get it done but please still read and review because it does keep me motivated...thanks for reading!
