AN: Good day, people reading this story! Tis I, Ungerlover, here to bring you another chapter!

Okay, I'm done with the silly act now. Whoohoo! Another chapter!

Okay, now you're probably like, 'GET ON WITH THE STORY, WOMAN!' so I will stop talking...or writing in this case...

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

Previously on Bionic Stolen-

"What do you mean by that?" I asked curiously. What she said next shocked me.

"I don't know how to control or activate my bionics."

Bree's P.O.V.

This cannot be happening. It's not possible. I'm dreaming. I am not in dad's car. This boy isn't real. There are no other bionic super-humans. I am NOT being kidnapped.

I kept saying this in my brain to reassure myself, but inside, I knew I was wrong.

What caught me by surprise was when he said he was my cousin. Dad never said he had a brother, let alone a nephew! How is it that this stranger knows more about my family than I do?

"Why do you know so much about my family. Are you stalking us or something?" I asked him in all seriousness.

"No, I used one of my bionic abilities: Facial Recognition App. I can scan anyone's face, and I have access to anything about that person. That's how I learned your name and found out what your abilities were. By the way, what did you mean by, 'I don't know how to control or activate my bionics'?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell him. He has no reason to know. Anyways, why would he care? He's the bad guy here!

"Why should I tell you? You kidnapped me!" I responded.

"Well, for starters, if you tell me I will know that there's an explanation and that you're not just trying to deceive me. Second, I am part of your family," He teased.

How dare he? He will NEVER be part of my family. He lost that chance the second he laid a finger on dad's car. I tore the cloth away from my face and started my retaliation.

"If you were part of my family, you wouldn't have tried to steal my dad's car. Let alone KIDNAP ME!" I yelled at him.

His expression seemed to fall at my words.

Wait a minute, why did my words hurt him? Was he dissapointed that he isn't considered family to me?

That can't be. If he wanted to be part of my family, he would have never stolen the car. After about two minutes, he finally spoke.

"I didn't really have a choice. Douglas sent me on a mission to steal Donald's self-driving car. Anyways, I didn't know you would be here!"

"Well, don't these 'missions' seem kind of illegal?"

"I know they're wrong, but again, I didn't have much of a choice," He said in a regretful tone.

Now he is just trying to be dramatic. 'I didn't have much of a choice,' Please.

"You could just ignore him or say, 'Doesn't that seem wrong? I don't really feel comfortable doing that.'"

"NO! You don't understand. I have the choice, but if I don't do what he asks of me, I get punished."

There he goes again, being all dramatic.

So he loses his phone for the week. That's a small price to pay to do the right thing.

"Okay, think about this. Do the wrong thing and possibly get sent to jail or get grounded. What seems like the better option?" I asked him. It may have seemed a little snippy, but he kidnapped me! I can be as rude as I want to this guy!

"You don't get it! Douglas doesn't ground us. His punishments are more severe! Look who I'm talking to. You probably wouldn't understand what I go through on a daily basis." The last two sentences were under his breath, but I could still hear him.

"Okay, first of all, what do you mean by, 'look who I'm talking to'? Are you applying that I am a pampered 'daddy's girl' who won't lift a finger? You think because I'm rich, I don't know what pain is!" I lashed out at him.

He wore a shocked expression on his face, and to be honest, he looked full-on scared at my outburst.

Ha, I'm just getting started with my tantrum.

"Second, if you think you have to go through more pain than I do, you're wrong. How would you feel if you had these AMAZING abilities, but you didn't know how they worked? How would you feel if you had the most caring brothers in the world, but you could never talk to them because they were busy training, which you were never allowed to do because you can't, 'keep up with the men'?" I ranted. He looked slightly angry, but I didn't care about his feelings.

"I get you're point Bree, but I don-" He started, but I cut him off.

"I'm not finished yet! Would you like it if your dad ignored you half the time because of training or his new inventions? What if your parents paid for an expensive school, but you couldn't get your grades higher than a C- because you aren't smart enough to understand the work? How about because you need tutoring and academic guidance, nobody wants to be your friend? How would you feel, Chase? Pretty darn bad, right? That's how I feel. EVERY. DAY. OF. MY. LIFE. So tell me this, Chase-" He cut me off.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled at me. "I'M SICK OF YOU COMPLAINING ABOUT YOUR PETTY FEELINGS! ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE, AND USE IT LIKE A POGO STICK!"

I expected him to be agitated, but something about him was off. His posture and body language seemed more confident and beastly. His eyes were no longer the warm, hazel eyes I saw moments before. Instead, they were replaced with a deep shade of blood red. His facial expression changed from shocked to menacing. His voice was different too. It seemed to drop an octave or two. This was not the Chase I met.

"YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE WORLD'S BIGGEST PROBLEMS, DON'T YOU. LIKE THE UNIVERSE REVOLVES AROUND YOU AND YOUR FEELINGS. WELL, GUESS WHAT, PRINCESS? YOU COULDN'T BEGIN TO CONTEMPLATE WHAT POOR, LITTLE, DEFENSELESS CHASE HAS TO GO THROUGH!" He seethed.

Why is he referring to himself in the third person? He is much more violent now than when he first saw me.

I was brought out of my thoughts by an unexpected stinging sensation on my right cheek. I looked into the rear-view mirror to see a red, hand-shaped mark across my face. Chase slapped me!

"I'M NOT THROUGH WITH YOU YET! YOU BETTER LEARN TO PAY ATTENTION OR YOU ARE GONNA END UP FEELING THE TORTURE CHASE GOES THROUGH," He ranted.

The sting on my cheek seemed to get stronger every passing second. It hurt so bad I started to cry.

"STOP CRYING PRINCESS! YOU THINK THAT HURTS? WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT CHASE HAS TO DEAL WITH!"

He pulled the zipper on the back of his mission suit down. I started to hyperventilate at this.

Is he going to rape me?

I started to cry harder, and I tried to scoot farther away from him in my seat. The restricting seat belt made this near impossible.

Surprisingly, he stopped pulling on the zipper once it was only about eight inches down from his neck. He turned away from me to reveal long, red scars that trailed down his back and disappeared underneath the black suit. Black bruises freckled the bottom of his neck. There were also deep gashes on his shoulder blades. Some of the open gashes were so deep, they looked like they required stitching.

"So princess," He spoke in a slightly calmer but still deep voice. "Do you still think your life sucks?"

I had no idea he went through that much abuse.

How often does it happen?

Why didn't he tell anybody or get help?

"I'm sorry, Chase," I said with regret evident in my voice. "I didn't know how much you suffered through."

"I'm not Chase. The name's Spike."

AN: What'd you guys think? Like the little Spike scene? I thought if I had the bionics in the story, I should also have the glitches too.

Sorry if this story seems kind of boring now, but I had to fit this information somewhere, and it seemed better to do it before she got to the lab.

The chapters will have more action, drama, and romance later on.

Good? Bad? Wonderful? Awful? Should I stop writing and stay in bed the rest of my life? Give me your opinions, please!

I would also like ideas for future chapters. I don't have writer's block or anything, but I think the readers should have some input on the story. Until I write again...

PEACE OUT PICKLES!!