Hi POTATOES! Sorry for not updating for so long. If you read my other story, you already know why I didn't post for so long. SO check it out! OK!
PLEASE vote which Christmas story I should make, I posted a poll on my profile so please VOTE! Summaries are in my profile block!
SHOUTOUTS!
Fudgebrownieface: Thanks! That's very sweet! I hope you're ok now… Did you break anything after you tried too jump off your bed? I hope not… BTW I have a bunny that's named Fudge!
Littlepiggy27: Thanks!
BillyUngerLover: OK! That's vote one for letting him live!
Tennisgirl77: That's vote two, for letting Chase live! Good luck with your further stories! Trust me I'll always be your number-one fan!
BigTimeRusher12: You're creepy you know... How'd you know? *Shivers*
Autumrose: Thanks for the PM! That's vote three for letting him live longer!
Guest: And vote four! I love your idea! I'm surely going too use it!
Thanks you all for Reviewing! I love the votes! We got four and actually five or even six votes (the other two were in PM's) for letting Chase live longer!
Ok on with chapter 10!
Previously in 'The Bionic Nutjob'
Chase starts cutting his wrist.
"CHASE! STOP IT! YOU'RE HURTING YOURSELF!" Mr Davenport screams as he rushes over to Chase, and grabs the knife out of his hands. Chase just turns around and looks blankly at Mr Davenport. I stand back up again, and walk towards them. Tasha follows me, along with Bree. Suddenly Chase's eyes roll to the back of his head and he falls to the ground. Luckily Mr Davenport caught him, before Chase could hurt himself by falling to the cold hard ground.
"CHASE!"
Donald's POV
I caught Chase as he fell to the ground. I held him the strangest way. You know that trust game you need too play when you're little? That game when someone stands in front of you and closes their eyes, then they need to fall backwards into your arms and when you catch them they're like hanging in your arms. Well that's exactly how I'm holding Chase now. I shake him as I sit on the ground.
"Chase. Wake. Up!" I say, shaking him a little harder.
"CHASE!" I scream again, but he doesn't move. I lay him on the ground, so he's lying on his back, and I bend over him on my hands and knees.
"CHASE! WAKE! UP!" I scream again, but he just lies there, limp and unmoving.
"Mr Davenport. What's wrong?" Adam asked worriedly.
"I don't know Adam." I answer. What could be wrong with him? Not answering questions correctly… Being disoriented… being delirious… and actually he hasn't talked too anyone a lot lately… OH NO! No, no, no, no, no! This can't be true. I jump up and rush over to my computer. I type in the traits Chase has, and then I see it… He has…
Adam's POV
Suddenly Mr Davenport jumps up as he rushes over to his computer. He hurriedly types in something but I don't really bother. I turn my attention back to my, now pale, little brother.
"NO!" I hear Mr Davenport scream, as he reads something on his computer. I just shrug it off and lift Chase. I pick him up bridal style and lay him on the couch. I hold his hand, that's when I noticed it was bleeding freely. That must be the reason why he's so pale.
"Mr Davenport Chase is bleeding freely." I tell him. I look at him and see he has his hand on his head as he makes his hair stragglier.
"Mr Davenport you NEED to help!" I scream at him. He snaps out of whatever trance he was in and rushes over to me.
"What's wrong?" He asks me worriedly.
"It's his hand, he cut too deep." I tell Mr Davenport.
"OK Adam. Get some bandages would you?" He asks me. As I get the bandages, he holds Chase's wrist tightly as he tries to stop the bleeding. I take out the bandages and rush back to Mr Davenport.
"Here." I say as I hand him the bandages. I hope Chase 'll be ok. Mr Davenport bandages his wrist, and stands back up. He's about to pick Chase up.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing?" I asked him, pulling him away from Chase.
"He needs too go to a doctor, Adam. He needs medicines." Mr Davenport explains.
"Medicines? Medicines for what?" I ask him.
"I'll tell you on our way to the hospital. Now can you pick him up and bring him to the van?" Mr Davenport asks me.
"No."
"What? Why?" He asks me surprised.
"Because. He has a bionic chip in his neck, so when the doctors X-ray him, they'll see he's bionic and they'll take him away." I explain to him.
"Wow, that's really smart Adam. Good thinking." Normally I would smile because I was proud of my intelligence. But now I just looked at him coldly. I was still angry with him for not telling me this. I pick Chase up and bring him to the lab. Once in the lab, I lay him in his capsule. Mr Davenport walks over to the cyber-desk, when he suddenly frowns.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"He needs too stand up." He tells me. I nod and walk over to Chase. I place him on his feet, and hold him tight so he won't fall. His capsule becomes dark and turns a little blue as it removes Chase's chip.
"OK, we need to be fast. Because his chip was the only thing that kept his heart beating in a correct rhythm." Mr Davenport tells me. I nod and pick Chase back up again. We rush back upstairs. Mr Davenport tells Tasha what's going on as she gasps a few times through their whole conversation. I suddenly notice Chase's breathing slowing down.
"Mr Davenport, Chase's breathing is slowing down." I tell Mr Davenport. Bree walks over to Chase, and me. And gives him a big hug.
"Be save little brother." Bree tells Chase. Then she looks at me, and gives me a kiss on my cheek. I smile at her. Mr Davenport walks over at us and pats me on my shoulder.
"We're leaving." He says as he walks out of the door. I quickly run after him with Chase in my arms. He takes a seat at the drivers seat, I place Chase in the back seat and put on his belt. Can you tell me what's wrong with Chase?" I ask Mr Davenport. Mr Davenport starts the car and looks behind him, driving backwards out of the drive. He drives on the road and we're headed to the hospital.
"Chase has schizophrenia." He tells me.
"Mr Davenport that's ridiculous! You know Dougla-"
"No he really has it. I'm sure! My grandfather had it too." He cuts me off.
"That's where he needs medicines for. And we need to be fast." He says as he drives a little harder.
"Mr Davenport be careful." I tell him worriedly.
"Adam, you know me. I'm always careful." He tells me, he looks at me when he says that to me. I look at him and smile a bit. I then get the chance to glance at the road, as I see a silhouette of a car.
"LOOK OUT!" I scream. Mr Davenport's head snaps to his front as he turns his steering wheel wildly. I see he almost crushes his gas pedal.
"Mr Davenport stop giving gas!" I scream.
"I can't the pedal is stuck!" He screams back at me. I release Mr Davenport from his belt, open the door and push him out. Then I release my belt, open my door and jump out. We both roll on the road, until we come to a stop.
"NO!" Mr Davenport screams.
"Mr Davenport calm down, you're out. We're safe!" I sooth him. But then, it hit me. Both of us watch in horror as the car crashes into a tree. Completely wrecked.
"CHASE!"
Hahaha! I'm so mean! Sorry guys to leave you with this cliffy, but I have examinations this week. And I really need to study. SO yeah… I'll update 'Bad, turns into Worse and finally the worst' tomorrow! Promise! And I'll try to make it longer! PLEASE VOTE ON MY PROFILE! AND REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!