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

My hands wandered around the back seat of the car. Having no sense of sight was the worst disadvantage possible in my situation.

I heard the sound of another car door slamming shut. Whoever was pretending to be my dad was sitting right in front of me. I frantically rubbed my hand over the pebbly wall to find the handle. Once my fingers touched the smooth metal, I pulled on the lever with all my strength. It didn't budge. The engine started and the person chuckled.

"It's called a child safety lock, hun." He said, still in Dad's voice.

"Who are you?"

"What does it matter, Bree? You can't do anything now. Even if you knew who I was you couldn't stop me. You're with us now."

"Wanna bet?" I grumbled, reaching out in front of me. My hands flew past the headrest and clawed at the imposter's neck. My nails managed to scratch his skin, which I guess was a bonus. I was trying to find out if he was wearing a cyber mask.

"Gah! Let go of me!" He bellowed, grabbing at my hands. I continued searching his neck until I felt a smooth button. A cyber mask! He kept swatting at my hands but it didn't stop me. I ripped off the little button and he yelled at me again. I pulled back and threw the device on the floor, being sure to stomp on it until I heard a "crunch."

"You little, worthless brat! See what you did? Destroyed one of my perfect cyber masks!"

"Yeah, well maybe next time you shouldn't trick vision-impaired girls into a car that you stole," I snapped at Douglas, going back at his throat. I reached out but he wasn't close enough.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said surprisingly calm before something cold and firm pressed against my temple. "But maybe next time you shouldn't stand up against a guy with a gun and the will to use it."

I froze, terrified. My heart raced and my brain seemed to stop processing everything except for the words, "This is the end."

"Now I want you to sit back down, shut your mouth and behave like a good little hostage. One word and I'll shoot." I nodded, fearing that what he was saying was one hundred percent true. Douglas never showed any mercy. Chase was proof enough to convince me that.

"That's a good Bree," he praised, removing the barrel of the gun from my head. I sighed in relief.

The engine started up and I felt the framiliar seats beneath me begin to shake a little with the car. Was this really how the rest of my life would be? Imprisoned inside a lab with an abusive man and unruly bionic teens who chose the criminal life? Was this how it would end for me? I refused to even think about the hardships I would endure forever in that lab. The pain would be endless.

The car sped forward, the tires bumping over the gravel road. I began to feel nauseous from the thick cigarette smoke hanging in the air. Clearly Douglas had no respect for items he stole in addition to his stepson.

Douglas suddenly muttered a curse as the car jerked to the left, forcing my head to collide with the glass window. I groaned and reached for my head. I heard the driver's door slam shut, signaling that I was finally alone. There was a throbbing spot on the side of my head. I touched it with my fingertip but quickly pulled away when I felt blood.

It wouldn't be long before Douglas got back into the car. He must've left to check out whatever he swerved to avoid. Now was my chance.

I felt my way through the seat gap and sat in the driver's seat. I then searched for the button on the armrest that would lock the car. I prayed Douglas wouldn't come back too soon to see my in the front seat.

Once the car was secure, I moved my hands so they ran over the passenger seat. I only found a little metal box and the gun Douglas threatened me with.

Why would Douglas have a box? I grabbed it and felt little square buttons on one side.

"Of course!" I said, realizing it was a prepaid phone. I dialed dad's number out of memory from when I didn't have a cell phone.

Cell phone! My phone is sill somewhere in that lab! Ugh, great.

I shook that thought away. I needed to focus on the phone that I held in my hand instead of the one stashed away in Douglas's office. It didn't matter as much as my freedom.

I raised the phone to my ear after pressing all the right buttons. The dial tone rang monotonously in my ear.

"Please pick up," I urged. I began to cry from my unseeing eyes out of fear. Fear that the call wouldn't go through in time. Fear that Douglas would catch me. Fear that Chase wouldn't survive out there in the woods. Fear that I would be locked away for the rest of my life.

Sure enough, there was a loud noise outside the car. A choice word confirmed that it was Douglas pounding on the car window, trying to fight his way into the car.

I began to cry harder, begging for safety into the phone even though nobody could hear my pleas.

I hated how much of a wimp I was being. I wished I wasn't so pathetically weak. I wanted to feel strong enough to fight for myself. I thought back to my training lesson with Chase. Trust your instincts.

The tone from the phone made me grow more anxious every second. Douglas started yelling louder and and beating harder on the windows. I tried to ignore him, but it was hard when he started smashing something heavy on the window that made the glass crack.

I suddenly felt ten times more scared. Too many more hits and Douglas would have shatterd the window. I decided to stop thinking and I let my instincts take over.

I threw the phone on the passenger seat and my hands subconsciously flew to the wheel. My foot stomped on a pedal. The car sped forward and the pounding stopped. I was safe, but I didn't know how far I could drive straight withou crashing into a tree or something of that nature.

"Hello? Douglas, is this you? I'm tired of these games. Where. Is. Bree?"

I froze, lifting my foot off the pedal. My hands scrambled to grab the phone again.

"Dad? It's Bree! I need help!"

"Bree? Oh thank goodness you're safe. It'll be okay. Can you tell me where you are?"

"All I know is the Welkerville mountain range. Please hurry! Douglas is chasing me and I can't see. I'm scared."

"Okay I know honey! I promise we'll be there in a minute." I heard him shout, "Adam! Leo! Bree's safe! We need to leave now!"

"She's okay?" I heard Leo exclaim from the line.

Then Adam said, "Come on, Leo! Hurry!" It felt so good to hear everyone's voices again.

"Bree, listen to me. Don't hang up the phone. I want to hear what's going on where you are. Is there anything distinctive about the place where you are that may help us find you?"

"I don't know. Uh, I think there's a long rocky path that leads into the woods by in not sure." My voice was wavering so much that it didn't even sound like my own.

I felt little sharp fragments rain on my face and arm as a loud crashing sound came from the window. I screamed as Douglas snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Who did you call?" He screamed, his voice ringing in my ears. I tried to move away but he grabbed my wrist. I heard another smash and knew he crushed the phone.

Without thinking, my right hand extended next to me and fumbled around with the gun. I managed to aim it in his direction one-handed.

I heard Douglas gasp before he chuckled menacingly. "Please, what am I scared for? You don't know how to shoot a gun. Even if you could see, you wouldn't be able to fire it right."

"Maybe so," I said cooly. "But I do know it's hard." I twisted my wrist that he was holding so my fingers wrapped securely around his wrist. I slammed the gun handle down on his forearm and heard him yell. I moved to do it again but he pulled away.

"You crushed my arm, you brat!"

"Yep. And you held me hostage. We're almost even." I immediately slammed my foot on the gas pedal again and the car lurched forward. A blood curdling scream sounded from Douglas as the tires bounced over his feet. I smiled to myself, even though I was hurting someone. He deserved it anyways.

My ears perked up at the sound of a motorcycle engine roaring behind me. Could it be my family here to rescue me? Or was it Marcus or Jake? Or even worse than them: Trevor.

As the engine cut, I heard multiple sets of footstep run up to the car. I stayed paralyzed in my seat, waiting for voices or anything to prove that it was my brothers and father here to save me.

"Bree," Dad's voice called. He sounded out of breath and heart broken, but I stayed in the car.

"She's in the car! C'mere!" Leo relayed. There were more footsteps and a person opened the door. I jumped out and grabbed onto the person closest to me. I think it was Adam. He was tall and he squeezed me back with bruising force. Yep, it was my brother.

"It's okay, Bree. You're safe again. It's over."

AN: Hiya guys! So it was Douglas after all! I think it was split evenly between Trevor and Douglas. I think there might've been a few Marcus guesses. Great job to you who got it right!

Here's what I wanted you guys to see:

1. There was evidence that points to both Trevor and Douglas. For example, it could've been Trevor's shape shifting ability OR Douglas in a cyber cloak. That explains how Bree thought she was hugging Donald.

2.Then there was the smokey breath. We know Trevor smokes, but if you go back to chapter 8 of Bionic Stolen, you'll see that it says they were Douglas's cigarettes. It was a very minor detail, so don't feel bad if you missed it.

3. Finally, the Davencar. This one points more to Douglas than Trevor. In Chapter 10 Escape Part 2, Douglas was the one driving the Davencar down the trail.

That's pretty much all there was to it guys! :)

Did I scare anyone with the title "End"? Just so you know . . . The next chapter will be the last. :'( I know I left a lot of things unanswered. Some will be revealed in the next chapter, but some won't. I'm leaving it up to you guys to decide what you want me to do. I'm not going to suggest anything or plant any ideas in your heads. This is your call. ;)

Until next time . . .

PEACE OUT PICKLES!!!