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Nicole0725: You'll find out soon enough what happens.
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Warning(s): same as always
Chapter Ten: Spike
Adam's P.O.V.
I hold my breath as another explosion was triggered by the first. My heart pounds and I swear I can hear it. I had a feeling something like this was going to happen and I still didn't stop it. He's gone...
'No Adam he's alive,' I tell myself.
"M-maybe we should look for him," Leo suggests.
"No...Leo you go wait in the private jet...we'll go look," Mr. D says.
"But big D," Leo begins.
"I know how much you care for him but its freezing cold and I can't risk someone else," he interrupted.
"What do you mean risk?" Leo argues.
"You're not exactly bionic," Bree says softly.
"Neither are you!" Leo points to Mr. D and Dr. Evans.
"Leo," Dr. Evans says.
"No this is your fault," he accuses.
"I did no such thing. He decided to play hero thus all the blame is his," Dr. Evans replies defensively.
"Only because you couldn't think of a permanent solution," I mutter.
Every pair of eyes turn to stare at me.
"Adam…" Mr. D looks at me sympathetically.
"My baby brother is missing…I hate to say it but probably dead!" I shout.
I can feel myself getting angrier.
"This isn't anyone's fault," Mr. D says gently, apparently ignoring the fact that I'm glitching.
My eyes turn bright red and they're aimed at the Doc.
"Adam!" Bree pushes me so I end up shooting a rock instead.
"I know why he did it!" I cry out.
"Adam calm down!"
"He did it to save your sorry excuse for a man," I continue.
"Adam!"
"He's gone…Chase…he's gone and it's your fault Mr. Davenport! He did everything to please you!"
I felt hot tears stinging my eyes. I was ready to shoot at someone again.
"No Adam…he did it for everyone," Mr. D wraps an arm around me.
"Liar…he didn't need to protect me and Bree…we're bionic," I mutter.
"The radioactivity from the sphere and even the lab itself could've affected your bionics…he took the fall by using his force field so you two wouldn't be affected," he explains.
"You mean this is our fault?" Bree asks unbelieving.
"I said it was no one's fault…Chase did a great thing…and it might be too much to ask for but let's hope we find him alive," he smiles sadly.
"What if we don't?"
"We will," he replies confident.
"Leo go back to the jet and use the GPS signal to track his chip. The rest let's go and find Chase," Mr. D take charge.
We nod in agreement and begin our search.
Chase's P.O.V.
"Well what do we have here?"
I look up at the blurry image of an unknown person who spoke.
"Who are you?" I question.
The slightest intake of breath causing my body to suffer from pain.
"The question is whether I'll help you or not," he replies nonchalantly.
"I don't know who you are..." I whimper.
"Is it that important?"
"Yes," I nod.
"I was in your situation months ago," he answers.
'Months ago?' My mind goes reeling.
"Chase Davenport...I didn't come to kill you but that doesn't mean I will save you…I could always though," he continues.
"Then you came to kill someone else?" I ask.
"Yes..."
"Who?"
"Adam Davenport," he replies with a smile etched to his voice.
"Adam..." I whisper painfully.
The figure lifts the piece of steel ceiling that fell on top of me. With the pressure gone I feel like I can breathe again. Soon my relief turns to pain as I begin coughing. The figure once standing in front of me is now walking away. And he's heading for Adam's location.
"Stop!" I call.
The figure keeps on walking.
I cough again and this time with droplets of blood.
'Looks like I punctured a lung,' I moan.
I get up on my wobbly feet. Immediately it's a mistake as I feel my ankle injured. I start to limp towards the others as I follow their intercom signal. I fall once and I groan. I can't continue, the more I exert myself the more my chances of dying increase.
"Then you came to kill someone else?"
"Yes..."
"Who?"
"Adam Davenport."
The last few words exchanged with the hooded person triggered something. Adam Davenport rings in my ears. I won't let him kill or even get close to Adam and my family. I feel the anger rising along with my adrenaline. He's back…the very being I hated. Spike.
Spike's P.O.V.
I'm not weak and though in pain it's ignored. I will find that scum who even dares to touch my family. His threat means little. I spit blood on the snow covered ground. Weak.
'Spike don't!' I hear Chase warn.
"Do you want your lover dead?" I ask calmly.
'Though you're strong my body isn't,' he argues.
I roll my eyes at the inner voice.
"I'll be gentle," I laugh bitterly.
'Spike,' he warns again.
"There," I smile.
I see the damn figure that saved Chase. Though I give him props for his strength he's nothing compared to me. I must say that I am curious on whom he is but I honestly don't care. First fight then questions.
I walk closer and see him already in front of Mr. Davenport and the others, including Leo.
"Hey!" I shout.
He turns slowly and looks genuinely surprised.
"Surprise," I smile crookedly.
He backs a step away noticing that I'm not the weakling he just saved. I run and punch him in the jaw. He stumbles back.
"Back off," I growl.
"Chase!" they all yell in glee.
Leo, however, steps back.
"That's not Chase…that's Spike," he says.
Their eyes grow wide and I can't help but feel pride. I'm not the one they made fun of before the explosion. I'm a nightmare for anyone in my way.
"You should be dead!" the person exclaims.
"Marcus? Well what a surprise," I muse.
"…I-"
"You what? You thought I wouldn't figure it out? Please, it's so easy to know who you are. What gave you away was the robotic hand," I point to his exposed hand.
He glares at me. It was just me and him. The others were rooted to their place after seeing me alive and…well fighting. They couldn't hear this conversation and I could tell I wasn't the only one relieved. Marcus was too. He wanted to stay alive.
"You should be happy and damn right thankful I saved you," he hisses.
"Although it meant you kill Chase's lover?" I whisper in his ear while gripping his throat.
"You're talking in third person?" he questions with difficulty.
I grin. I almost forgot he didn't know that I'm not Chase.
"Mind your damn business," I try to kick him.
He quickly maneuvers and holds my foot. My sprained ankle suddenly becomes all too real.
"Does it hurt?" he asks evilly.
"No," I grit my teeth.
"You have three broken ribs, a cut lung, a sprained ankle and wrist," he announces.
I hear a few gasps from our lovely audience who decided to get closer.
"Shut it peep squeak," I try to punch.
He holds my fist in his hands and pulls it behind my back. A sharp pain runs through my arm. I cough spitting more blood than before.
"What's wrong?" he asks feigning concern.
I feel myself slipping.
Chase's P.O.V.
Though Spike felt no pain due to the adrenaline I felt every bit. I felt my lungs collapsing. My legs hurt and soon they were unable to support my weight any longer. I felt like my arm was being ripped off. Marcus laughs and disappears, the hood still covering him only revealing his android face to me.
I fall to the ground and then I feel a warm body pressing against mine. One thing I didn't notice was the cold. I was only in my torn mission suit. Yet I felt no cold.
"Chase stay with us," I heard Mr. Davenport say worriedly.
"Please baby, you have to live," Adam whispered in my ear.
My hand reached up to stroke his fine hair.
"I…will," I smile weakly before dozing off.