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

Warning: Certainly a more violent chapter. I don't want to give too much away here. I will tell you someone does not make it . . . :O

Chase's P.O.V.

"Chase! Thank God you're okay." Bree pulled me into her embrace, her hands pressing against the old scars on my back. I didn't flinch at her tight hold or pull away disgustedly. I mimiced her actions and hugged her back. With my chin resting on her head, the first thing I noticed was how wet her hair was from the snow. And how cold she felt. Bree was actually shivering in my arms. I rubbed my hands over her arms to warm her up a little.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the massive headache by the way."

Bree pulled away, looking a bit embarrassed. She looked down at her feet, and her cheeks changed to a rosy-pink color. But that might've just been from the frigid air.

"I'm sorry about that. I just didn't want you to get in trouble if they found out you helped me escape."

"Yeah, well lucky for you, you didn't hit me hard enough to actually knock me out." She squinted at me, folding her arms across her stomach.

"But you didn't move, or ask me why I hit you."

"Practice makes perfect," I mumbled. Her gaze softened and she moved to hug me again. I gave in, but only for a few seconds.

Bree showed me a little device he had. It was a replica of Davenport's spacial holographic screen.

"I took it from the table in the garage," Bree explained. "I thought it might come in handy."

I nodded. "Good thinking. Now we need to keep moving. You got yourself pretty lost in this maze of trees. Before long, it'll be bright enough for everyone to see us clearly. Follow me."

I began running deeper into the forest, dodging trees and looking back every now and then to make sure Bree was keeping up. She was doing fine, but I wasn't worried about her. Bree didn't hit me hard enough to make me lose consciousnesd, but she did manage to give me a throbbing headache and a small bump on the top of my head. The lump was only about the size of a quarter, but it felt bigger than my head.

I started slowing down, allowing Bree to run next to me. Before long, we were running side by side at the exact same pace. Every once in a while, one of us would gain a little bit of a lead, but the other would quickly catch back up.

I kept looking over at her. She had a look of pure persistence on her face. Her hair was swept back, waving behind her as we ran. I tried to see her eyes, but that proved to be too difficult while moving. It didn't matter though. I already memorized how hopeful and deep her eyes look when she was determined.

Unexpectedly, we hit a rough patch in the ground. Tree roots were curled up over the snow-dusted dirt. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice the tangling roots underfoot. My right foot hooked itself under a root and I fell face first on the ground.

"Chase!" She shouted as I tried to push myself off the cool ground. I quickly stopped moving as pain shot through my foot. I groaned and rested myself back on the ground. "What happened?"

"I twisted my ankle on that stupid root," I mumbled. I rolled over on my back so I could at least sit up. Bree kneeled down next to me.

"Do you think you can stand?" I shook my head. "Then how will you get out of here? It's not like you can just wait for it to heal."

"I'll be fine," I assured her. I smiled to show her I was sincere, even though I couldn't really feel the toes on my right foot. "You go ahead. From here you need to keep running straight until you reach a trail. Then just follow it to the Welkerville police station in the city. I'll wait here. Douglas will probably find me."

"That's not exactly reassuring," she said. I rolled my eyes.

"Just go! I bet Douglas already started locating my chip. If he comes for me, I don't want you to be too close."

Bree bit her lip, lookin at the snow that continued to fall. She gave me one more hug, which I gave back the best I could. With her head next to my ear, she whispered, "Thank you. For everything." I nodded and squeezed her a little tighter before letting go.

Bree stood up with watery eyes. She tried to smile, but she didn't need to be brave. She worked so hard to be tough these past few days, but she doesn't need to put on the act anymore.

Both of us knew this would most likely be goodbye. As long as she followed my instructions, she would make it to the busy city where Douglad can't find her. She would go back to her home in Mission Creek, and I would be found and taken back to the lab. Everything will be back to normal.

I watched Bree slowly turn around and begin to take a few strides. Before long, she was farther away, just the color of her clothes and hair visible.

Despite the cool weather, the air felt really dense; like I was sitting in soup. Maybe that was just my nerves acting up. If Bree was scared (which I'm sure she was, running alone with people hunting for her), then I was downright terrified. What if Douglas activated my Triton App and makes me find and hurt Bree? What if the footprints we left leads them to her quicker? What if my chip leads them to Bree?

I tried to ignore each thought as it pounded my brain. The possible outcomes of the scenarios hurt me more than the pipe Bree bashed my head with.

All around me there was just a monotonous array of trees. I could barely make out the mountain in the distance. Bree was no longer in sight. Even without bionics, she runs fast.

The only unordinary thing I saw made my heartbeat race in fear. That was Marcus and Jake holding guns and looking around the trees and under the bushes. I was torn between laying flat so they wouldn't see me and find out where Bree was, or remaining sitting up so I could get help for my ankle. By the time I decided to lay down, Jake had already pointed Marcus in my direction.

They sprinted over to me, abandoning the shrub they were searching. As they drew closer I tried to relax. If I kept calm, I might've been able to make them fall for a lie.

"What the heck are you doing, Chase?" Marcus asked, letting the gun hang at his side.

"I was looking for Bree when I tripped on the root. I twisted my ankle." I lied. Or rather, half lied. Jake nodded in understanding but Marcus squinted at me.

"I wonder why I don't believe that." He teased. I gulped and Marcus bent down so I could smell his terrible breath. I would've coughed if he didn't nudge my injured foot with the barrel of the gun. I hissed and reached down to cradle it.

"Weak," he muttered, standing back up. "What'd I try to tell ya, Chase? You're distracted. Either that or you're just a compete klutz."

"I think you're forgetting that I am intelligent. I am able to focus perfectly fine."

He scoffed. "Intelligent. Yeah, okay. I won't fall for it. If you were smart you'd be able to tell the difference between the truth and a lie."

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. "What are you talking about."

"I've seen you with that girl. She's using you for help. You're to blind to see what's right under your nose."

"That's not true. You don't know Bree at all."

"Maybe so, but we do know Douglas. And he's been lying to you you're entire bionic life."

"Marcus, Douglas said we can't say anything about-"

"Shut up, Jake," Marcus growled, pointing the gun at his head. Jake immediately froze. "I don't care what Douglas says. He only made that rule so he could break the news to Chase himself. I want to be the one to deliver ye news to Chase." Marcus kept te gun trained on Jake but turns his head to face me again.

"Whatever Douglas said about your mother was fake. He killed her when he smashed his coffee cup over her head that day you became bionic."

"Marcus! You weren't supposed to tell!"

"And you weren't suppose to open your mouth! Whenever you make noise, you always ruin everything. I'll make sure that never happens again." With that, Marcus pulled the trigger on the gun and a bullet exploded from the barrel. The sound of Jake's lifeless corpse hitting the ground was sickening. His arm flailed away from his body and almost hit me. I closed my eyes to keep that creepy thought away from my thoughts.

"Oh my God, what did I do?" Marcus mumbled, looking at the black gun that took Jake's life in a meer second. With a look at Jake's blood seeping into the snow, Marcus dropped the gun and super sped deeper into the woods.

I didn't know what was more upsetting; the fact that Jake's dead body was lying beside me or the fact that I have been angry at my mom for leaving when she was really dead. My mom was dead.

AN: Sorry for the late update guys! I've had a whole week of two hour delays and school cancellations. The teachers have been killing us with make up homework. :/

So, I think I fooled a few of you about Chase. A lot of you thought it wasn't him . . . And his mom? I think most people were a bit suspicious. ;)

So, any thoughts on Jake? Chase? TREVOR?! Where has he been?!?

Until next time . . .

PEACE OUT PICKLES!!!