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

Previously, from chapter 8, on Bionic Stolen-

"To be honest, I don't know. I'm not like Douglas and the boys. They are callous and bitter, and they steal Donald's inventions for fun. Douglas even stole Davenport's idea for the bionic chip. That's how we are bionic," I started. I joined her on the bed.

This is gonna take a while.

Bree's P.O.V.

"What do you mean he stole the idea?" I was utterly confused, and I wanted to know more.

He sighed and said, "Hold on, I will be right back." He then got up and left. Without locking the security gate.

This is the best shot I will have at freedom. I need to take it.

I sprinted out of my cell (at normal, human speed, of course) and didn't stop until I reached the elevator. I frantically jabbed at the button, waiting for the lift to reach this floor. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure nobody saw me, but all I saw was an empty lab.

Okay, you've made it this far. All that stands between you and home is this elevator. Once your in the garage, get in the car, and program it to take you home. Easy as pie. Right?

Wrong. I was very wrong. When the elevator doors creaked open, a boy took one step and noticed my presence. It wasn't Chase, and it wasn't Trevor. I don't actually know his name. He had dirty-blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. If I remembered correctly, he had super strength.

Wait, he's the guy who reminds me of Adam. Hmm, maybe I can still get away...

"What are you doing outside your cell?" he spat out at me. I flinched slightly, but kept a straight and serious face, like I would've done to Adam.

"Just taking a little walk. Douglas' orders," I lied. He bought it without question, just like I knew he would.

"Oh, alright. See ya!" he cheered, walking towards another corridor that lead out of the lab.

Well, that was easy.

I entered the elevator and pressed the up button.

This lab is underground, right?

The doors opened with a cliché 'ding,' and I stepped out into a new hallway. I took a few uncertain steps forward.

Something seemed off. I didn't remember this hall. I was pretty sure the elevator doors should've opened straight into the room with all the guns.

I suddenly could hear footsteps coming my way. I turned on my heal and raced back to the elevator.

Clunk, clunk, clunk.

The footsteps were dangerously close now, and I frantically slammed my fist on the down button. A tall figure emerged from one of the doorways connected to the hall, and turned his head to see me. He was the brunette with super strength. His eyes grew wide, and he zoomed over to my side before the doors could close. Literally. Like, super speed zoomed.

But I thought Trevor had the speed.

"What do you think you're doing?" he shouted at me. His voice echoed around us in the closed lift and I grew scared.

Maybe he is as easily fooled as the other guy...

"Um, just walking around. Douglas wanted me to stretch my legs a bit."

He scoffed and gave me a blank expression.

"Nice try, cupcake. I'm not as gullible as Jake is."

"You do realize you just said his name, right?"

His eyes widened, and he groaned. I giggled a bit, and his features twisted into a snarl.

Before I could register what was happening, he had taken a fighting stance and immediately started throwing punches at me. I dodged most of them, but a few hit my shoulders, arms, and stomach. By the force he threw them, I knew I would have some fresh bruises to add to the ones they gave me yesterday. One of his punches hit my cheek, and I turned away, groaning, to shield my face from any upcoming hits.

That wasn't a very good idea. I felt a strong burning in the middle of my back. I cried out in pain and turned back around to see two quarter sized, singed holes in the back of my shirt. And it burned like heck.

Great. Heat vision. Not to mention, he ruined my shirt!

As I was inspecting my now burnt top, he took the opportunity to punch me in the face. In the nose, to be precise. I heard a loud crack before I sunk to my knees clutching my nose.

Ugh, god. I think it's broken.

I removed my hands to see them covered in a sticky, crimson liquid.

Great. I'm bruised, burned, broken and bleeding. Just perfect.

To my relief, the elevator doors finally opened, allowing me to escape. I scrambled up to my feet to run, but was pulled back by an icy grip on my neck.

Blood was now flowing freely down my face, and my back was still stinging. His hand round my neck tightened a bit, and it became slightly harder to breath. He turned me around to face him and cocked one of his eyebrows.

Why does he do that? Is it supposed to be a threat?

"If I ever catch you trying to escape again, I won't hesitate to turn you over to Douglas. Do you understand?"

My throat was too closed off to speak, so I settled for nodding my head.

He released my throat, and I dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. My neck was sore, and my nose ached. As I was recovering from his attack, he grabbed my left arm and tried to yank me up off the ground. Tried. I stubbornly flopped onto my back after his attempt. My head smacked the ground, but I paid no attention to it.

He groaned and kicked my shin in a new attempt to make me stand. Instead, I curled into a ball, moaning and clutching my throbbing leg. Bad move.

He just reached down an scooped me up! The boy then hoisted me up onto his shoulders with my head facing his back. My hair dangled around my face and blood continued to drip out of my nose. Under normal circumstances, I would've tried to put up more of a fight, but I was too tired and beaten to object.

He carried across the lab, most likely back to my cell. It was kind of hard to tell considering I was upside down and stuck looking at the back of his suit. As he carried me, I left a small blood trail in his path from my nose. Gross. I felt lightheaded and miserable.

Of course you're miserable! You've been kidnapped and abused! Not to mention, you're confused about EVERYTHING!

My head suddenly began to throb at an overwhelming rate. I couldn't tell if it was from my broken nose or being upside down, but I felt like I was about to pass out.

No. Stay awake. Stay strong.

My vision started to blur and hearing became a difficult task.

Don't give in. Keep your eyes open. Keep fighting.

My eyes remained open, but my vision became clouded with black splotches. All I could hear was my breathing. I felt like I was spinning. I was exhausted.

Don't...give...up. Stay...awake. Wake...up.

My eyes closed and I was engulfed in the darkness.

AN: How was it? Good? Bad? Should I give up writing and become a salesman? Er, saleswoman. Tell me what you think!

I WILL be posting the official 'Chapter One' of Tutor on September 2nd, which just happens to be the day I go back to school. Joy.

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