Douglas POV

Flashback:

This girl wasn't like any other girl. Right now in math class, she was popping bubble gum wearing a yellow short sleeve shirt that 'SWAG' on it, with a pink jacket, and soft black legging with gray patterns, then brown boots and a pink headband in her curly dark brown hair. She had a purple, fluffy pen, and sat criss-cross at the desk writing and talking to her friends. Not that she's unusual, it's just that no one has dressed like her.

When the bell rang, everyone huddled out the room like cattle - except this girl. I notice her and poke my head in. She was searching through the teacher's notes and other personal stuff that the teacher had. I wanted to ask what she was looking for, so i walked in. She payed absolutely no attention to me. But another guy walked in, that almost looked like her.

"May I help you?" she said to the boy, still not noticing me.

"Come on, we're going to be late to class!" he said.

"I know. Look, I found the suspect!"

"Really, he has it?!" Didn't see that coming."

"Yeah, me neither. His real name is Baxster Stockman."

"Wow. Now our work is done."

"Yup. See you after lunch."

"Wait. Who is he?"

Suddenly, all their attention turned to me

"I don't know." the girl said, and walked out the room. But the guy stayed, and started walking towards me, and backed me up against the wall. He looked me in the eye and said, " Anything you saw was none of your business." I nod and slide out the room. Donald was right. I wasn't going to make any friends like him.

I looked face down at my tutoring paper, then ran into someone. Then she polity says, "Watch where you're going." with a smile. Before she goes on to class, I stop her. "Excuse me. I'm looking for this student." I show her my tutoring paper. She smiles and mumbles," She should be glad to have a different partner." The she explains, " Do you see that girl over there, with brown boots, tight bottoms, a pink headband, and a pink jacket?"

"Yeah," Am I really pared up with her?!

"Well, thats Mickalah Brooks."

Adam's POV:

Lab rats. Lab rats? Rats Labs? Lab Rats. It was true, but also wasn't fun. Me and my baby brother work like slaves, training for only on mission, and only one mission only: Saving our sister. Mr. Davenport is obsessed with getting her back. We don't even know her name! We sleep in capsules and is forced to train. But, I bet that when we save her, she will be more than happy to come with us.

Chase POV:

"Chase, What did I say about the last part of the fight?!" Mr. Davenport screamed at me from across the room.

"To use the MX50?" I asked. I was support to use the MX50, a huge gun, but I couldn't use it on that little girl. It was just a simulator, but everything looks so real!

"Right. And did you do it?"

"No."

"And what are you going to do next time?"

"Uh . . ." I knew what the answer was, but it just wasn't right to say it.

"Chase," Adam warned. He didn't want me to get hurt if I say the wrong thing, or not say anything at all.

"Use the MX50?"

"Use the MX50. And Adam, I might punch you just from the way you punched that man in the simulator! I taught you guys everything, and you guys are still turning out to be trash! Especially you Chase. Now get out of my face!" Mr. Davenport screamed.

After 13 years, I wasn't going to let this pass. Me and Adam train every day. We're bionic. And can take him out; NOW. I don't think Adam feels the same way because of what happened to me 6 years ago.

"Trash?" I forced myself to say. "We can do better than you." I knew Adam would be really mad, but this now.

Mr. Davenport turned his back. "Adam, leave us." He didn't take his eyes off of me.

I couldn't believe it, but Adam said," No." He actually said 'no' to Mr. Davenport! The sun must of rosen in the west.

"WHY NOT!" Mr. Davenport said.

"Because I know that you're going to hurt him. I know that you're going to hit him until he bleeds!"

"Yeah; and that exactly what I'm going to do to him! If he talks back to me, he won't have a voice!" And Mr. Davenport didn't have to even touch me. He could just use his tri-ton app and I could be beating myself! But he hasn't used it in a while.

"Leave him alone!" Adam began to scream. He can closer. But that was a huge mistake.

"ADAM, NO!" I screamed.

Mr. Davenport turned on the tri-ton app, and attend to stop Adam. Adam could only blink.

"If you come closer I'll chop you're legs off! Now Chase we're were we, oh right."

I couldn't see a thing after that moment.

AN HOUR LATER . . .

I was in our bedroom, on a chair. I shook my head. There was blood in my mouth, and scars all over my hands. I spotted Adam sitting at the computer table.

"Chase! You're awake!" I must admit, I was pretty glad to see him too.

"What happen? Where's Mr. Davenport? Adam are you alright?" I asked all at the same time. Then he covered my mouth.

"He's asleep, and if we get too loud we'll wake him."

I lower my voice. "Adam, what happened?"

"Chase, get all your clothes from you capsule, and put them in a bag."

"What? Why? Adam, we can't leave! Mr. Davenport will be furious if he knew that we escaped and-"

"Chase, I cannot sit in the layer and you and I get beat and treated badly!" Please?"

I guess I was wrong about how he felt. I loved this Idea! Thank you Jesus!

"Well, I can get my clothes out better from warehouse."

"Oh thank you Chase!" He gave me a big huge. "I already got packed and I packed some food and other stuff."

Free at last, free at last. Thank God O' mighty I'll be free at last!