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Okay, enough of the sappy writer-praise stuff. Here's the story!

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 on Bionic Stolen-

I guess ever since Bree came here, I've had something to do. To look forward to. It definitely beat getting abused or being sent to commit crimes. She just had something about her that made her special...it's hard to describe. She's caring. I guess that's the best word to fit her.

"What about you? Don't you ever try to escape?"

Bree's P.O.V.

Chase rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand like he was trying to soothe hidden pain. His other arm was still draped around my shoulders in a comforting way. It was nice. Albeit, anything in my situation would be nice. This dingy cell is definitely not insulated, nor does it have any food. Those berries Chase brought in earlier were long gone.

"I did try once, when I was twelve. After training one day, I grabbed my mission bag and stuffed it with food and water. I waited for the right moment to escape, which just happened to be after Trevor and Jake's first training session. They had gotten their chips the day before."

Okay, so let me get this straight. Marcus the android was created, then Adam and Chase, then me, and then Trevor and Jake a few years later. Wow. I think my brain just threw up!* Why is all of this so complicated?

Okay, it may not seem that complicated, but with all of the other contradicting emotions that are swimming in my head at the moment, it's understandable as to why I'd be confused.

"I made it out of the garage and ran for my life. At the time, I had no idea where I was going because the path to leave is so intricate. I'd only ever left every few weeks for a mission, and even then I had Marcus accompany me to ensure I didn't get lost. I ended up weaving my way through trees for hours before finally making it to a dusty, gravel road. I kept running. When I got to the Welkerville city limits, Douglas got an alert on his cyber desk saying that I had left. He activated this app on my chip that he invented called the Triton App. It allowed him to take full control of my body and mind. I had no say in anything. I was like his minion. I did whatever he wanted. Luckily, he didn't make me harm anyone. He just brought me back here and gave me one of the worst beatings of my life. That, plus the killer pain in the back of my head and neck from the app was almost unbearable. That was the day I got most of my scars. I had lost so much blood from his whip, I was about four minutes from death. My chip saved me. It's like an extra life in a video game. Without it, I wouldn't be alive," he trailed off, getting a dazed look in his eye.

Oh, no. Not again.

I quickly gave him a firm tap on the back of his head, and he flinched, obviously not expecting the mini blow.

"Ow!*" he exaggerated in mock hurt.

"Sorry, but you were zoning out again, and I really didn't feel like sitting here practically alone for five minutes."

He huffed, and turned only his upper body away from me. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly gave him a sideways hug. He stiffened for a second, but eventually loosened up a bit. Chase placed one arm on my back, careful to avoid the scorn marks.

I sighed with content before hearing a loud growl. I quickly released Chase from my grasp and jumped up from me seat. I did my best to get in a fighting stance while darting my alert eyes around, surveying the scene known as my cell. My elbows were level with each other at shoulder height, and my legs were straight and spread evenly apart.

Behind me, I heard a muffled laugh. Chase was still sitting on the bed with one of his gloved hands covering his gaping jaw.

Seriously? There's something about to attack us and he's laughing?

"Chase, what's so funny here. Something is coming!" I hissed out of the corner of my mouth. I kept my eyes trained on the laser door.

"You are, Bree. Your funny!" he exclaimed. I could imagine the playful smirk glued to his face.

"What are you talking about?" I deadpanned, still standing in my original pose. My head was slightly turned in his direction to see him more clearly.

"Well, first of all, your fighting stance is way off," he pointed out, eyeing me up and down.

I glared at him and said, "Give me a break. I've never had any fighting experience. I'm trying." I looked away from him to scope out the room again. I really want to know who made that peculiar sound.

"Oh, please. By all means, keep trying. Your failure is adorable.*"

I just turned and relaxed my stance. He continued to grin at me while I rolled my eyes.

"Anyways, nothing's coming to attack us. That sound you heard was your stomach. You haven't eaten since this morning."

I felt a crimson heat take over my face before I sank back down on my seat. Literally four seconds after I reclaimed my spot, Chase stood up and walked to the laser-guarded gate.

"You coming?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow and an outstretched hand.

"Where?" I asked quizzically and squinted my eyes. He dropped his arm with a slight plopping noise and opened the gate.

"The kitchen. We both know you're hungry."

*= Adam in 'Chip Switch'

*= Chase in 'Bionic Showdown'

*= Chase in 'Prank You Very Much'

AN: Okay, so a cute little chapter. I'm thinking the next chapter will be the last. I have an idea from a past commenter that I will use as a cliffhanger! I am super excited for the sequel!!! Who else is?!?

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