Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @Smilie254 for posting an indescribable shoutout about this story (and me) on her profile!!! Again, thanks Smilie!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or the parts of the plot that are from Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Bree's P.O.V.

"Keep your feet shoulder length apart," Chase instructed from in front of me. This was it. My very first training session.

Literally ten minutes ago, Chase offered to train me. To say the least, I was shocked to the point of passing out. But I didn't. I didn't want to miss out on this grand opportunity.

"Okay don't make your legs so stiff. They're too straight."

"Like this?" I asked him, squatting down about an inch. He wanted to teach me the proper fighting stance before we got into the technical bionic stuff, which was understandable. Anything to get me trained.

The sooner I'm trained, the sooner I can leave this place. And it's not just this place that has me on edge. I feel disgusting. My hair is all oily and clumped together in knotted tangles. My mouth has this bitter and stale taste. I smell like I just walked out of a grave. My clothes were dingy and had tears in the fabric (no thanks to Marcus). To say the least, I looked like a hobo you would find outside of a gas station bathroom. Gross.

"Yeah. That way, if your opponent strikes you, you won't loose your balance as easily. Now let me see your fists."

I balled up my fists with my thumbs tucked safely inside. I held my arms up so my elbows were level with my shoulders.

"Um, yeah," Chase started with a slight wince. "first of all, you don't want to have your elbows up to your shoulders. Right now, you look like a chicken trying to do yoga."

Oh, great. Now, whoever I attack will probably laugh to death!

"Here," Chase guided my elbows so they were parallel to my body and my fists were in front of my face.

Yeah, this makes much more sense.

"And your thumbs shouldn't be curled into your palms. You wanna guess why?" he questioned with a grin while I glanced at my tight fists.

"I honestly have no idea. I thought this was right, so you don't break your thumbs in a fight," I explained.

"Actually, that's why you keep them out. The impact of your hand against something hard, like the bone of an opponent, could cause your hands to tighten, thus snapping your thumbs. Never keep your thumbs in."

So there I stood, feet shoulder length apart, legs bent and closed fists up to my face with my thumbs on the outside. And it was all thanks to Chase. It meant a lot to me that he was willing to train me. Too bad he asked for something in return.

"Perfect," Chase praised from in front of me. I beamed at him, which he gladly returned. Unexpectedly, he took his own stance. "Now fight."

Huh?

"Excuse me?" I asked disbelievingly. Chase just smirked down at me.

"Fight me. Show me your combat skills."

"Chase," I started, lowering my arms. "You know I can't fight. That's why you're training me. Remember?" He rolled his eyes and took a step closer, also dropping his arms.

"Yes, I remember," he mocked. "But to train you, I need to see what skills you already have. Find out your strengths and weaknesses, you know?"

I sighed and regained my form as he took a step back. "Fine."

I threw a light punch in his direction, which he easily dodged, like he was expecting me to use that attack. I guess it makes sense. It was a pretty predictable move.

I threw another punch towards his arm. He grabbed my fist and held it in place. Struggling to get it free of his grasp, I pulled really hard on it. And by really hard, I mean really hard. So hard, in fact, I fell flat on my butt.

Ow! Well, at least I got my hand away.

Chase let out a small chuckle and offered me help up. I smiled and gracefully reached up for his outstretched hand. He carefully pulled on my arm and I floated back up to his level. With a smirk crawling onto his chin, his grip on my hand tighened, even when I was fully balanced. Now, his hand was completely squeezing mine, folding the skin.

What is he-?

Before I could do anything to stop him, Chase twirled me around so my back was facing him. He grabbed my other arm and clasped my wrists together before bending my elbows and setting my hands by my shoulder blades. He forcefully pressed down on my back and I shriveled down to the floor with a gasp.

Seriously?!?

"Never trust the opponent. they'll trick you with mock kindness and you'll let your guard down. You'll become a vulnerable target, and they'll take full advantage of it. Never trust anyone not on your side of the fight."

I feel like I should be taking notes. There's too many tips and strategies he's trying to teach me. There's no way I'll be able to remember them all.

"Recognize this hold?" Chase then asked teasingly.

"Yes," I grumbled. "It's the only one I know." And I was being truthful. This was the only one I knew. I had used it on him in the elevator. "Now can you let go?"

"Nope. Try to get out of it."

"Chase!" I whined.

"Try to get out," he repeated, slightly more forceful. I rolled my eyes and tried to move my wrist. Of course, this probably wasn't a good idea because my hands ended up rubbing against the welts that Marcus had left.

"Oww!" I hissed before his hands released my own. I laid down on the floor with my back facing the ceiling and my sore arms spread across the floor. The stinging sensation in my back was still evident, and it practically paralyzed me. I could barely move.

"Bree? Are you okay?" Chase asked, squatting down to the ground.

"Umm, yeah. I'm fine," I mumbled, trying to help myself up from the floor. While I was struggling to lift myself up, Chase just sprang back up and positioned himself in another fighting stance.

How is he this agile? He's more wounded then me!

"Chase, what about your back? Shouldn't it hurt worse than mine?"

He shook his head and said, "Technically, it should, but I'm used to the pain. Sometimes in training, I can't even tell my back is scarred. And if I do, I just ignore it and move on. Otherwise, Douglas will punish me for being too weak, which will in turn force me to take more hits."

"Oh," I breathed. Well, what was I supposed to say? It's a pretty sensitive subject for him. It took forever to get him to open up about his family.

"Try again," Chase insisted. I reluctantly held up my arms once more. When I thought he wasn't looking, I rolled my eyes at his persistence.

"I saw that," he deadpanned.

Oops.

"You know, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. I could just take you back to the cell."

I swear, my eyes widened to the size of saucers. And I didn't need a mirror to tell.

No. I'm not going back to that cell, just to wait for my 'father' to make an impossible decision that wouldn't benefit anyone. This is my one chance to reach my full potential. I need to unlock my speed and become the bionic my father never thought I could be. I am not going back to the supposedly spoiled Bree. I am starting over. The first step: Activate my bionics.

My veins flooded with motivation. My eyes seemed to open wider, and my vision was clearer. I consentrated on my goal, which just happened to be attacking Chase.

I swiftly kicked behind his knee, and he crouched down a few inches in pain, not expecting the blow.

The funny thing was that I didn't care about his reaction. I just moved on to the next attack, which was a jab in his back from my elbow. He groaned and sank to the cool cement floor. Anticipating a retaliation, I stood in the stance Chase taught me.

Instead of getting back up to fight, Chase just looked at me from his spot on the ground. And then he smiled.

What? I just defeated him, and he's smiling?

"Good job, Bree. That was your instincts fighting for you."

Woah, I guess that was. I wasn't even thinking. I just let my instincts take over me.

Maybe this training thing will be easier than I thought..

AN: So there it is, folks. The first chapter of Bionic Escaped. How was it? I have my own opinions, but if I don't know yours, my opinions won't matter! So tell me how I did! Did that make any sense? I hope it did...

Yes, I know I said I would post it last night, but (I'm being serious here) I fell asleep. Don't you DARE judge me for going to bed at 9! I've gotten twenty hours of sleep in the past seven days. I am like Spike right now. Super cranky and irritable. Not fun.

Add this to your archives and prepare yourselves for chapter two of Bionic Escaped!!! I don't really plan on updating this until I accumulate a few more chapters so updating is easier. In the long run, this will be good because you'll all get updates ON TIME!!! Sound good? Great. Hope for late November/early December updates at the earliest.

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