A/N: Well, here's chappie 2. There might be a little bit of violence, but nothing I'm sure you all can't handle. Thanks to those who read the first chapter by the way I appreciate it very much.

Disclaimer: Don't own Bionicle. I just own the storyline.

Chp. 2-Gathering the Subjects

The sun was already down by the time Tommy left his house. He had the house to himself for a couple hours after his mom, Helen, left with his friends' parents for the weekend at a conference for work. When he told his mom he was going to a party, he got the usual 'don't drink and drive or your head will end up on a stake' lecture from his mom. Like he even listened anyway.

He was almost at the parking lot in the downtown area that he told everyone to be at. While driving down, he began to roll a shark tooth pendant, which he wore around his neck with a faux-leather strap, between his fingers. It was a gift he got from his dad before he left and he always wore it except when he slept or bathed. He was probably around eight or nine when his dad left, but he preferred to not talk about. Tommy always hated the idea of being thought of as sentimental or weak, which would often get him into a lot of trouble.

When Tommy caught sight of the parking lot, he turned his car in to see Pete, Duncan and Benny waiting patiently for the others and passing the time talking to one another. Tommy pulled his car into one of the paint-worn parking spaces and got out of the car to greet the boys.

Duncan was the first to give Tommy a greeting, which were a large grin and a high-five. "Hey man, how you doing?" He asked cheerfully.

Tommy shrugged. "Eh, okay. Has Abby and Curt gotten here yet?"

Duncan shook his head. "Not yet. I think Abby was giving Curt a ride over here."

Tommy suddenly perked up. "Oh I forgot to tell you all something. Eric going to come with us too."

Pete gave out a loud groan, while Duncan shrugged. "That sounds cool."

Benny, on the other hand, seemed to get a kick out of this. "So your drinking buddy is coming along as well?"
Tommy glared at Benny. "Hey! You know I haven't had a drink in six months. I'm not an alcoholic you know."

"Okay," Benny said putting his hands up in false defeat, "you're not an alcoholic."

"Thank you,"

"You smoke pot then!"

Tommy began to turn bright red. "No I don't smoke anything either!"

"Do you chew then?"

"NO!" Tommy yelled at Benny and turned around and continued to simmer.

Benny ignored this and continued to laugh until he couldn't breath. Pete, on the other hand, just rolled his eyes at the two. As soon as the two stopped screaming like little kids at each other, a car pulled up into the parking lot with Curt and Abby in the seats.

Abby waved at the group while Curt just gave them a cool glare. "Hi guys. Are we ready to go yet?"

Duncan shook his head. "No we're waiting for Eric now."

Abby then started to bite her lower lip after hearing this. "I see…" was all she said. She then turned towards Benny. "Do you have the money that you owe me for that radio?"

Benny took out a wallet from his pocket. "Yep. Here, catch!" He said playfully.

Benny was about ten feet away from Abby when he tossed it. Unfortunately for Abby, she was a full-breed klutz who couldn't even catch a beach ball from a few feet away. When she reached out for the wallet, she just fumbled with it between her hands before letting it fly and hit the roof of her car. As she went over to pick it up, she called over at Benny. "Benny, could you please stop doing that?" Abby called out frustrated.

"I could," Benny said slyly.

Abby sighed. "Would you stop that?"

"Yes mother dear." Benny said in a high voice.

After Abby had gotten a hold of the wallet, she noticed a boy leaning on the corner of a building next to the parking lot. It was Eric, who wasn't held in high regard for most of Tommy's friends. The boy had spiked black hair, a glum expression, and at least three piercings in his left ear. He also was very pale; almost enough to make snow look like asphalt and wore a black leather jacket.

Tommy noticed Eric's arrival and went up to greet him. After they both had greeted each other, Eric gave a disapproving look at the rest of the group.

"They coming to?" He said in a bored voice.

Tommy nodded. "Yep. The whole shebang."

The boy smirked at the group, which sent goose bumps up Abby's back. "Okay then," Eric said finally, "the place isn't to far away. Probably just take five minutes to get over there." He then went over to Tommy and whispered something in his ear. Tommy nodded to whatever Eric said and responded, "Of course I'll be there. I wouldn't miss one."

Eric smiled at this and lead the group to their destination. While Eric was leading, Abby lagged back to where Pete was walking.

"So," she whispered "did you talk to him?"

Pete nodded. "Don't worry I did."

"What'd you tell him?"

"I told him that he needs to stop going, but he refused to listen to anything I said so…"

"You beat around the bush didn't you?" Abby said flatly.

"Er…" Pete felt very awkward and focused his attention to the ground. "I told him to think about it before we went…"

"Pete," Abby said flustered, "He needs to get out now! He doesn't have time to think about it."

"Like he ever thinks at all." Curt said bluntly.

"He's got a good point you know," Agreed Benny.

"I prefer to not let him get turned in to the ER thank you very much," Abby said matter-of-factly.

"Why not let him get beat up and have him learn a lesson from that?" Curt remarked again.

Duncan turned around at the group suddenly, breaking out of his trance. "Who's getting beat up?!"

Pete and Abby began to shush Duncan so that Eric and Tommy wouldn't notice. "We're talking about Tommy, Duncan. Who else would we be talking about?" Pete said at Duncan.

Duncan responded with an "Ah." He then began to scratch the back of his thick neck nervously and gave a small laugh.

A few minutes after the group's discussion, Eric stopped and turned towards an old building. "Well, here we are."

Abby looked it over. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. They were all standing in front of an old apartment complex that hadn't been open for decades. She could also tell that some people had some fun with the building from all of the graffiti on the walls.

"I thought there was going to be a party here," Abby said suspiciously.

Eric pointed down an alley next to the building. "We're going down there, sweetheart. Don't' worry, you'll get your surprise."

Eric began to stroll into the alleyway with the rest of the group following as well. Pete began to feel nervous going down the alley. He wasn't sure whether it was the dark windows with broken glass or the garbage strewn concrete that scared him more, but something didn't feel right.

He called out to Tommy. "Tommy, I don't think there's anything down here. Why don't we just go back to the cars and go out for coffee or something?"

Tommy gave Pete a disbelieving look. "Don't go wussy on us, Pete. We're almost there. Eric said it should be down here somewhere too."

Abby spoke up too. "I kind of agree with Pete. I don't think anything's here too. We might get into trouble if we keep wandering around here."

"Or get mugged." Curt remarked coolly.

"That is a possibility," Benny said grinning.

Duncan shrugged. "I don't feel like anything's wrong."

"Thank you Duncan." Said Tommy. He then turned toward the group. "C'mon, we're in a large group. No one in their right mind would try and rob us. It's just you ima-" Tommy didn't finish his sentence. His body jerked as if he was having a seizure and his eyes went wide. His eyes rolled into his head as he feel on to the ground, revealing a smirking Eric, holding a taser gun with two wires connecting the gun with Tommy.

Eric snorted, "Sucker." He said cruelly.

Duncan glared bloody murder at the traitor and began to charge at him. Duncan brought his right fist up to slam it into Eric's temple. Eric, however, simply sidestepped to his left, with Duncan's hit missing him completely. The pale boy brought his arm around his head and slammed his elbow against Duncan's temple, causing him to let out a yell of pain. After this, Duncan laid on the ground with a small amount of blood coming from his mouth.

While this was going on, Abby, who was at the back of the group, turned around to see two head-shaven thugs grinning from behind. Abby gave out a loud scream and failed to notice a small ledge from the sidewalk, causing her to trip. Before she could pick herself back up, one of them pulled another taser gun from his jacket and shot it at Abby's chest. She, too, gave a violent twitch and let out a final gasp before collapsing on the ground. The other thug lunged at Curt, who grabbed the man's wrist and began to wrestle to keep the man from overtaking him. Unfortunately, the other thug charged from the left, grabbed Curt's head and slammed hard into the wall. Curt swayed slowly and groaned before slouching against the brick wall.

Two other thugs, one with black dreadlocks and the other with a scar on his neck, lunged at Benny and Pete. Benny tried to fend off the one with the dreadlocks by grabbing an old trash can lid and protecting himself from the man's punches, but the man got the better of him and grabbed hold of the lid. He then thrust the edge of the lid at Benny's forehead, causing Benny to cry out in pain. The man wretched the lid from Benny's grip and smashed it once again in his chest. The pain was too much for him to bear and this caused him to black out. The man with the scar had set his attention on Pete, dashed towards him with his hands outstretched and seized Pete's throat, raising him up off the ground.

Pete slowly felt all energy leave him as he tried to pry the hands off his neck, but they held fast like iron talons. He saw a dark cloud slowly cover his sight. Before he went unconscious, he groaned. "No…please…" he said pleadingly, 'let...me...g...go..." his hands then went limp.

The man just snickered and dropped the kid on the ground. Eric walked over to the four men, looking at each person on the ground like a trophy. He gave an evil smirk towards the other men. "Well, call her up then." He said towards the dreadlock-man, "Tell her we have her prize."

Decker gave out a frustrated sigh. She was now at the headquarters under the building except this time to retrieve the subjects. She had paid the gang that captured the teenagers quite a handsome reward; about a few hundred grand. This was hardly a fraction of the operation's budget. Decker also promised more if the gang was to keep the city on its toes for the next few days. That was the easy part. The hard part was now dealing with how they captured her prize.

She went up to the glass that separated the office she was in from the injection room, which now had all six of them unconscious not from the attack, but from anesthesia. She began to tap the glass in deep thought. It was more than twenty-one hours since they were captured and most of the time was spent trying to stabilize their condition. She had specifically told the gang not to brutally harm them, but what can she expect from working with them?

She looked over the subjects for the experiment. Each one was laying unconscious on an operating table and was connected to various machines to keep an eye on their physical condition. The room itself was bleached white and smelled of disinfectant. Near the door on a metallic table were six syringes, each used to give the injection. The room was also connected with the lab, which was the room opposite from where Decker was standing. The workers should be coming in with it very soon, although getting it was always the tough part of the experiment.

Her attention was taken off the subjects when she heard the door open. She turned to see Anderson walking into the room.

"Well?" Decker said impatiently, "Have they gotten the sample ready for testing?"

Anderson cleared his throat. "T-they now have enough for the process. They're just getting into the suits that's all."

Decker turned her attention back to the subjects. Thomas Johnson, Abigail Bridges, Benjamin Smith, Duncan Boggs, Peter Cunningham and Curt Spoons. All of them connected to this more than they know. She was very interested in this Thomas, his personality reminded her of someone from long ago. At this thought an evil grin spread upon her face.

"Anderson, tell them to add just a little bit more to the Johnson boy." She pointed to the redhead.

Anderson seemed horrified at this. "Decker, be reasonable! The human body can only take so much of this before it shuts down completely! Anything above 15 mL is suicide! You'll kill him!"

Decker gave the man a cool glare. "I am aware of that Anderson. I know better than to exceed the limit. I only want them to add two mL more. That's all I ask."

This seemed to calm Anderson down, if only slightly. Before he left, he turned back to the woman. "I can't help but wonder this Decker. Why did you choose them in the first place?"

Decker gave out a small chuckle and began to trace her finger on the window. "Let's just say I find their ancestry interesting."

Anderson blinked at the woman and left the room to inform the scientists of Decker's orders. After a few minutes, he came back confirming that they'll add only a little bit more. Decker grinned at herself after hearing this.

As she looked into the room, a man in what looked like a biohazard suit stepped into the room. In his arms was a jar containing a neon-green liquid that seemed to glow on it's on accord. The man took the jar over to the table with the syringes and set it down with the up most care. Five other men, each in the same type of suit, then followed the man as well. The original man took a clean syringe, stuck the needle into the cloth that covered the opening of the jar and slowly pulled the piston back to fill it up to the desired amount, only this time their was a little bit more.

The man went over to the Johnson boy and turned his right arm so that the palm was facing up. He carefully shoved the needle into the elbow area and began to push the piston down to inject it into the bloodstream. The only reaction from the boy was a small convulsion that rippled through his body, which quickly became calm. The man slowly drew the needle back out, which was thin enough that it didn't draw any blood. After this the other men followed the same procedure; filling the syringe, injection, convulsion, and drawing the needle out. Once each person had received the shot, Decker turned towards Anderson.

"Anderson, tell them to return them back to their homes. And make sure that it looked like they had a hangover the night before." Decker ordered the man.

Anderson nodded and asked. "How long until it takes effect?"

Decker gave the man an amused smirk. "About an hour."

A/N: dun-dun-DUN! Things are certainly going to get interesting after this. Hope you all enjoyed this one and please review on whether this was good or ick. Like I said before, I'll take any constructive criticism. Much thanks again for reading!