Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update sooner, but I figured I would just wait a few days instead of updating late then cramming to get a new chapter in by today. Does that even make sense? I hope it does...

I also wanted to update today because it's a special day for me!!! TODAY I AM ONE YEAR OLDER!!! Yay! XD

Anyways, I found this video on YouTube and I think it describes my story PERFECTLY so I wanted to share it with you! The song is called "Angel With A Shotgun" and is preformed by The Cab. The video is obviously made of Lab Rats clips and was created by Emma M on YouTube! Shoutout to her!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lab Rats or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry. I also don't own the video I attached.

Chase's P.O.V.

Thinking quickly, I activated my molecular kinesis. I waved my hand in front of me, my palm facing Bree.

"What? Hey, Chase! Let me go!" I continued to move her behind me, ignoring her protests. I couldn't risk Trevor hurting her more than he already has. I cared about Bree too much to have her injured. Especially when she's come this far in her training. If she gets discouraged from this battle, who knows how far downhill her training or could potentially go?

"The girl is right, Chase. Stop protecting her so you can both get what you deserve."

"Neither of us," I growled out, my anger level rising with each word. Too bad Spike is inactive in the lab. "deserve anything you can dish out."

I didn't completely understand what Trevor was talking about. I wasn't protecting Bree; I just didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

"Oh really," Trevor said sarcastically, his eyebrows arching in amusement. "You were secretly training our hostage. You blatantly ignored your step-dad's commands and helped the enemy become stronger. You both deserve everything coming your way."

"She's not the enemy. She's an innocent victim." I never intended for any of this to happen to Bree and I. If I had only been focused during that stupid mission . . .

Trevor scoffed. "What's the difference? You see, I have a plan. It involves the people on my side, and the weaker people on the other. The other side is enemies, but they will become victims. See the connection? But Enough talk. Time to get this over with."

Trevor used his invisibility to disappear somewhere in the room. Bree immediately ran back to my side and took a fighting stance. I mimiced her with my eyes glancing in all directions, trying to sense where Trevor disappeared to.

My thermal scanner picked up a strong heat signature in the far corner of the room. It was coming closer to us steadily, but rapidly picked up speed.

"Move now!" I shouted to Bree. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of Trevor's path.We heard a grunt before Trevor's invisible body collided with the treadmills.

"When I say go, run to the elevator and press the down button to get back to the cell. He can't use his bionics against you there," I whispered to Bree, still eyeing the treadmills where Trevor was slowly reappearing.

"What? No! I want to help!"

"No, Bree. Trevor is dangerous and short-tempered. You'll get hurt." Just after I said this, Trevor jumped back to his feet and super sped towards me. He completely knocked me over and I hit the ground with a thud. The wind was knocked out of my chest and Bree stepped back in surprise. However, Trevor didn't show any mercy. He stood towering over me, now completely visible.

"She's right, Chase. You should let your friend help you out. She deserves just as much punishment as you do." Trevor turned around and kicked Bree in the stomach, sending her stumbling to the ground with a groan. He then bent down and grabbed the collar of my mission suit, bringing me up to his eye level. My feet ended up dangling above the ground, but I was too focused on what he was now saying. I was also too busy trying to get the air back in my lungs to fight back anyways.

"I'll bet she thinks she's so much better than us. No, she knows she's better. Look how great her life is. She's got that palace of a house, all the world's money at her fingertips and a carefree mind. She's practically that 'daddy's girl' that every girl is envious of. What are you doing wasting your time with her?"

I saw Bree trying to pick herself back up in the background, but I tried to advert my eyes away from her so Trevor wouldn't get suspicious. He was still snarling nasty remarks about Bree's, "perfect rich-girl", life, obvlivious to her pending attack.

Within seconds she stalked her way over to us. I knew what would happen, and I had a plan to go along with it.

I kicked Trevor unexpectedly in the shin as hard as I could manage, and he squatted down a few inches, hissing in pain through his teeth.

"Now!" I shouted to Bree, who sprange forward and jumped on Trevor's back. He stumbled back a little, dropping me in the process. I landed perfectly safe on the ground, but Trevor was wobbling around trying to shake Bree of his back.

She held up a good fight. Her arms were wrapped securely around his neck so she wouldn't fall off. She also had her legs around his torso to maintain good balance. There was no way Trevor could throw her off without a lot more effort.

Seeking the opportunity, I ran towards the doorway, but not to ditch Bree in battle. I reached my hand down to the floor to grab the glass jar that I had set down when I first entered the room. If Bree was going to be stubborn and risk her life fighting my my side, the least I could do was even the playing field. Or . . . I guess battle field.

I unclipped the air-tight seal and the canister opened with a little, "pop". I reached into the jar to pull out a few of the small capsules.

By now, Trevor had given up on trying to shake Bree away. Instead, he started leaning backwards. Now Bree was dangling off of Trevor's back like a sloth clinging to a snapping tree branch: completely helpless and doomed.

I ran to them and grabbed one of Bree's arms, pulling her away from Trevor, who's back was almost parallel to the ground. He didn't expect the sudden weight shift and fell to the ground. His head bounced off the cement floor and he groaned, bringing up his hand to feel his throbbing skull.

"Here," I said to Bree, handing her the little pellets. "Eat these. Trust me."

"What are they?"

"Just trust me! I'll stall him, but you need to eat them quickly! They'll help you!"

I turned my attention back to Trevor. He was still fazed from the impact of the floor. I lifted my arm and Trevor's body raised with it. I kept him in my telekinetic hold as he was wrestling to break free.

"Chase, what are these things? They taste like dog food!" Bree asked, sounding slightly disgusted.

"They're called Power Pellets," I explained, still holding Trevor in midair. "They're kinda like bite-sized pieces of adrenaline that will help you activate your bionics. Give them a few seconds to activate before you start running."

I deactivated my molecular kinesis and Trevor plunged to the ground. He landed with a sickening crack but I didn't hold back my attacks. I created a force field sphere and launched it directly at him. He sat up just in time for the orb to crash into his chest, sending him flying backwards into the brick wall. I ran back to Bree to give her a mini lesson before Trevor recovered.

"Now if he charges at you, you can outrun him with your speed," I told her, slightly out of breath. She nodded, still chewing. "All you have to do to activate your bionics is run. The pellets will do the rest for you."

I ran back to Trevor and he stood up. He tried to side-kick my head, but I ducked and caught his foot. I flipped him over, but Trevor twisted in midair and landed on his feet. I went for a punch to the face but my knuckles were intercepted by his hand. I tried again with my other fist and the same thing happened.

Now with both my hands, Trevor spun me around so my back was facing him and my wrists were clasped together at my back. I was trapped in his hold. He kicked the back of my leg and I fell to the ground with a scream.

Trevor kicked my side, his foot coming in painful contact with a few of my ribs. I clenched my eyes shut, holding back another grunt. He was about to kick again, but there was a human-sized blur that sped up to his side. When it stopped moving I saw that it was Bree standing up to Trevor.

Before he could register what happened, Bree socked him right in the face. Her fist collided with his nose and he took half a step back. His fingers grazed his red nose and he shouted in pain.

I flipped back up to my feet and raced to Bree's side. She looked between Trevor and I, planning a new attack. She smiled at me, pleased with her abilities before zooming off in Trevor's direction. Her body was a silhouette dashing in circles around Trevor, making his head spin in confusion.

Once he realized what was happening, he growled through his sharp teeth and stuck his right foot straight out. Bree tripped over his ankle and spiraled off towards a set of bench presses that Marcus and Jake train with. When she hit the ground she cried out and grabbed at her leg.

Trevor smirked and reactivated his invisiblity. I duck-and-rolled over to Bree, who was still cradling her knee, and surrounded us with a force field. I could feel Trevor beating on the barrier, trying to break though.

In the meantime, Bree was slowly standing back up. She must've injured her leg pretty badly. Except, since her bionics were activated for the first time today, her bionic healing was available for usage. She power jumped to the ceiling. Trevor didn't notice since he was still trying to recover from Bree's punch.

Without a warning, Bree tumbled down from the ceiling right on top of Trevor. They both slammed on the floor, Trevor groaning and Bree hissing. Bree recovered first and ran back to my side, taking a battle stance. She was breathing heavily, watching Trevor struggle to stand up again.

Once he finally regained his balance, we watched him send us a deathly glare before speeding out of the room. Bree relaxed her arms and sighed.

"That was . . . Awesome, but terrifying."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, smiling at her. She smiled back, but after she looked away her grin faded completely. She just close her eyes with a distressed expression on her face.

"Bree, what's wrong?" I asked. How did I always come across this question every few minutes? Why can't our lives just be normal. Without bionics or evil step-fathers. What would it be like? Would I have ever met Bree?

"Nothing," she mumbled away from me. "I'm okay." She faced me and smiled a weak smile before turning around again. I could tell she wasn't telling the truth.

AN: Hello people!!! So I'm back for tonight!!! I'll work on getting the next chapter out on time. Tutor will also be updated tonight!!!

So . . . Did any of you like this chapter? I didn't think it was that great. I'm not the best at writing battle stuff, but I had to put it in somewhere.

Well, I don't really have much else to say, so . . .

PEACE OUT PICKLES!!!