Chase threw the last “guard” to the ground.

 

At the moment he stood inside the first floor of project infiltration. It was located underground a one-story building not too far outside New York.

 

According to Mr. Wong, this was the facility where Tech was manufacturing the D-1 robots. And according to Wong, a deal was happening tonight. That was what Wong had said, but Chase couldn’t believe it, he knew his dad, it simply wasn’t possible.

 

“It must be something else” He kept telling himself. Because there was no way that his dad would ever sell anything so dangerous, especially not to a country.  

 

It HAD to be something else

 

He purposefully walked toward the elevator and ripped the metal doors off like they were nothing.

 

For a moment Chase considered simply using the elevator, but with Tech he probably shouldn’t risk it,  

 

So instead there was a loud crash as the severed box hit the floor of the shaft.

 

He didn’t have time for this. Using the wall as a rebound point, Chase jumped down and rammed through the first section's Elevator doors.

 

He emerged on the other side in a large room, almost like a training room of some sort. Normally Chase would have taken more time wondering why drones need a physical training facility, but bullets were already whizzing past his head.

 

Without skipping a beat he launched himself at the first Guard, kicking him straight into the chest of the second guard. Then Chase jump kicked victim number three into the closest wall, and ducked as a barrage of bullets flew over his head. Instinctively he jumped up, once more, and spiral kicked the last militant, snapping his gun in half.

 

True, it would have been easier and faster to use his speed, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun.

 

Quickly he looked around the room. It was a training facility, with exercise equipment, a trapeze bar, and other stuff.

 

“Odd” Chase remarked, still too angry to fully catch on.

 

This room wasn’t going to give any informa-

 

"AAARRRGG!!" Chase yelled in pain clutching his shoulder. A bullet just shot up through the floor nicking him in the arm.

 

The world slowed.  

 

The bullets started to all come through, rising from the floor, like they were caught in malaise, one right in front of his face. Letting go of his bloody arm as it started to fix itself, Chase plucked the bullet from the air, held it in his hand for a “second” and looked down at the floor, underneath of which where his new targets.

 

This time in speed mode, Chase once more jumped into the elevator shaft, and ricocheted into the second floor, sending the Metal doors crashing to the bottom of the shaft.

 

“Slowly” Chase surveyed the room, it seemed to be some sort of medical area,  

 

“No, testing facility” Chase thought as he eyed the metal table, the kind you always see in movies to hold a patient down.  

 

In the room, there were six militants, all frozen in time aiming their guns upward, but over in the corner was a scientist looking dude, visibly scared, cowering against the wall by the computer.

 

Having seen enough of the room Chase drew his blades.

 

In a violent blur the Guards suddenly hit the wall, each with at least one gash across his chest.

​

Chase came to a stop right in front of the scientist, as he tended to do.

 

Terrified, the scientist tried to speak, but it felt like his mouth was filled with peanut butter.

 

So instead Chase spoke.

 

“Where are the Drones?!”

 

“Please don’t kill me! I didn’t want to at first! But, he said I had to or else he would just kill her!” the Scientist screamed in terror, trying to save himself

 

“What did you say?” Chase asked in disbelief.

 

“The Little Girl.” The scientist exclaimed

 

“Shoot”

 

In a second before emotion and denial regained their grip, it made sense. His brain seemed to be working at light speed as the world slowed once more, and he started making connections that he was previously incapable of making, like clouds being lifted.

 

Wong had been an engineer, which is what had thrown him off track, toward the D-1 drones, but the training facility, the lab, this wasn’t a robot engineering site, they were testing Z-12 on- no, scratch that, everything in this lab was too specific for just testing, plus if  that were the case, Korea wouldn’t be involved. Whatever they were doing here had already been perfected.

 

Soldiers

 

This lab used Z-12 to enhance individuals, train them to become soldiers and sell them to the highest paying country, in this case, Korea.

 

“Oh, God.” Chase whispered

 

Grabbing the man by his collar Chase frantically rushed to the computer.

 

“Get me in!” Chase demanded With shaking fingers the scientist typed in his password

 

“There, now-WWWAAAAAHHH!!!!” Shoving the weak man aside Chase immediately accessed the security footage.

 

With a shaking hand of his own, he pressed play.

 

“NO!! PLEASE DON’T!!! I WANNA GO BACK!!!!” A little girl screamed as a rough, strong looking brute forcefully strapped her to the metal table. “NOT AGAIN!! PLEEEEAAAASSSEEE!!!!” She screamed in terror with tears streaming down her young face, she was no older than six, struggling against her restraints.

 

Suddenly Tech entered the room. “Now, now, Wendy, please don’t cry.” He said in an offputtingly soothing voice. “This is for your own good, this will make you better, give you a better life.”

 

But the little girl did not let him calm her, “Please” She begged “Not again, i-it hurts…” She sobbed

 

Tech paused for a second, almost giving a moment of hope. But what he did next, made Chase’s stomach form a knot.

 

Slowly he walked up to the little girl, and caressed her hair “You'll learn to deal with the pain"

 

“No. NOOOOOOO!!!!! STOP!!!!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!!!!” She screamed, as a scientist injected her with a sedation drug, but to no avail.” PLLLEEAAAAASSSEEE!!!”

 

That was the first video Chase saw, it made him want to throw up, and it went downhill from there. After two more videos, he couldn’t watch anymore, it was too horrible, hearing this little girl’s screams and pleas fall upon the deaf ears of that monster, but what made it worse was the fact that no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it.  

 

That was his dad, his dad was the one who experimented, traumatized, and tortured that little girl. His Dad was a monster.

 

Involuntarily his fingers metalized into very sharp claws, and he crushed the machine in front of him.

 

“Where is she now?” He asked the scientist, in a scarily calm voice.

 

“Bottom level” He responded

 

Slowly he walked over to the shaft, and dropped to the bottom. Head down, Chase forcefully opened the doors so that they would never close again.

 

This was the most heavily guarded room yet.

​

--------------------------------------

 

Forty militants aimed their guns, and fired.

 

But it did nothing, the bullets didn’t even seem to be touching it, they were suddenly just not there.

 

And in reply to their fire It just stared straight ahead, almost like it didn’t even see them.

 

The Dark Suited Figure

 

Slowly it began to walk down the hall that held the cages, still not even seeming to notice the bullets

 

One man decided that this wasn’t working, and instead decided that it would be much more effective if he used hand to hand combat.

 

“Take this you FREAK!!!!” He yelled over the gunfire as he ran up to it and aimed his fist.

 

But the second he touched the figure

 

BOOM!!!

 

Nobody saw it, it barely happened, but there was an extremely loud noise, and a bone-chilling crack, that froze the others in their tracks, halting their fire. Now the brave militant lay on top of mangled iron bars inside one of the cages.

 

The figure never slowed, it never even moved, it just kept walking.

 

Everyone now fired on the "creature" with everything they had, but to no avail, the bullets just seemed to disappear.

 

It drew its weapons, then, the world was black.

 

--------------------------------------

 

The little girl sat curled up on her bed crying softly to herself

 

But when she saw Chase, in his completely black suit, she screamed jumping farther back into her cell terrified.

 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Chase yelled frantically ripping off his mask and throwing it on the floor. “I’m not here to hurt you!”

​

But that only made her scream louder.

 

“Please don’t!” She begged

 

Chase looked too much like his father 

​

“It’s okay I won’t hurt you!” Chase immediately replied trying to calm her once more “I promise”

 

At this the girl stopped screaming but was still obviously terrified.

 

“That’s what he said.” She replied with a red tear stained face, then pausing for a moment she said “You look like him”

​

“I’m not him. I promise. I’m here to help” Chase said

 

The girl stared at him visibly shaken; she was covered in cuts and bruises, and was in horrible condition.

 

“What’s your name?” Chase asked trying to calm her

 

“Wendy” She answered softly “Wendy Dearest”

 

“Huh, Wendy Dearest. That’s a lot like the name from-"

 

“Peter Pan” Wendy cut in finishing Chase's sentence “I know, that’s my favorite story”

 

Chase could tell that she wanted to trust him. But wouldn’t let herself.

 

She was silent for a moment, so Chase spoke

 

“Wendy, I’m here to help.”

 

And at that moment she could tell that he was telling the truth

 

“Do you want to get out of here Wendy?” He asked

 

A tear formed in her eye, then without warning she, collapsed onto the dirty floor and she started sobbing  

 

Chase rushed into the cell, and picked her up, and at that she sobbed even harder and wrapped her arms around him, her matted hair spilling over his shoulder.

 

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” He said

 

Slowly he got up and carried her out of the disgusting cell.

 

“Now hold on tight, we’re about to go really fast. Can you do that for me?”

 

Wendy nodded her tear stricken face

 

“Okay, here we- AAAAAARRRRGGGG!!!!” They both screamed in agony

 

He felt like his back had been hit with a lightning bolt, because in fact, it had.

 

He collapsed to the floor with a rotting burn in his back

 

“AAAAARRRGGGGG!!!!” Chase yelled in pain as the flesh sizzled.

 

His vision was blurred; he could see Wendy, lying unconscious on the floor a couple feet in front of him.

 

Then he saw Tech.

 

He was standing there, holding a big gun.

 

“Son, I’m so sorry you had to see this, it was not supposed to happen like this.” He said calmly but regretfully.

 

Rage filled Chase as he struggled to get up, but failed.

 

“Honestly, I know that this looks bad, but its al-“

 

“You’re a monster!” Chase yelled, angrily stopping Tech from finishing his sentence

 

Tech took a step back, his face betraying the pain that those words caused him, but only for a second,

 

“Chase” Tech said trying reason with his son

 

But Chase was through listening to him

 

“That little girl is barely over five!” He yelled

 

“You were younger!” Tech protested  

 

“I was ready!" Chase shot back, "This Girl was stolen from her home and tortured into becoming some weapon!!"

​

“Chase, you may think you know how the world works, but you don’t." Tech reasoned in a calm voice, "I’ve been around longer and seen more. Sometimes you have to do the wro-"

 

“NO!! Save it!” Chase said, gaining the strength to stand up. "I am not listening to another one of your stupid lectures!! That reasoning may be true of some things but you have crossed the line! You’re a monster! You’re a MON-”

 

“SHUT UP YOU INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF RUBBISH!!!!” Tech yelled so loud that it made Chase stop dead in his tracks

 

Tech’s face had turned very dark.

 

“I have put up with this behavior LONG ENOUGH!! You are a CHILD!! A mere INFANT!!! Now, I thought that if I give you some time maybe you would see the good that I’m doing, but APPARENTLY you’re too STUPID to look past your PETTY EMOTION, and see the BIG PICTURE!!!!!!” Tech yelled even louder.

 

“RAAAAAAA!!!!” Chase yelled as he lunged toward his father, claws out

 

But swift as an arrow, Tech grabbed Chase out of the air and threw him to the wall, like it was nothing, leaving a dent.

 

Without skipping a beat Tech continued “I am your father, and I know what’s best for you. So you are going to be working with me whether you want to or not.”

 

Slowly Tech walked over to where Wendy lay, and picked up her unconscious form.

 

“NO! STOP!” Chase yelled trying to get up

 

But before he could something threw him back against the wall, HARD.

 

He collapsed back onto the floor

 

Through his bloodied vision he looked up to see his attacker

 

Standing above him was a figure in a black suit

 

“Oh yes. Chase,” Tech said, as if he had forgotten something “I’d like you to meet my first genetically engineered super spy. He was such a success I decided he should work for me. His name, is Isaac”

​

Still carrying the unconscious Wendy, he walked over to where Chase lay.

 

““I'm sorry... But it's time you learned that fighting against me, is always futility” He said almost empathetically as Chase glared back at him. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a deal to make.”

 

Once more Chase frantically tried to lunge at Tech, but immediately the suited figure grabbed him and pinned him to the wall

 

“NO!” He yelled, helpless in the figures grip.

 

Tech walked over to the wall near where the elevator lay in ruins, and pressed his hand to a hidden pad. In response a the wall opened up to reveal a second elevator

 

“Goodbye, Gentlemen” Tech said stepping in.

 

Then as Chase watched, helpless in his captors grip, the doors closed

 

He was too late

 

Chase tightened tightened into a fist, his body starting to regain strength

 

"You’re not leaving unless I let you.” Isaac finally said, way too smugly.

 

Chase’s head snapped around to the figure, his eyes burning with hatred, and in a sudden burst of power he summoned his claws and pushed against him with everything he had, sending Isaac tumbling back, and Chase dropping to the ground.

 

“RRRRRGGGG!!!” Isaac exclaimed as he hit the ground

 

Chase immediately saw his chance and rushed toward the empty elevator shaft.

 

He was still weak from the lightning blast, so he couldn't use his speed, but he was still going as fast as he could

 

Yet, right before he could get to the elevator, he felt two arms wrap around his neck and pull back. It sent him flying twenty feet back, yet he immediately recovered landing on his feet, using his claws for balance.

 

He got up and for a second examined his enemy. He didn’t look any taller than Chase himself, but was obviously much stronger.

 

“Come on, lighten up.” Isaac said confidently from under his mask “This’ll be fun!”

 

The figure got into a battle stance

 

Chase drew his blades,

​

And so did his opponent 

 

He had claws.

 

Before he had a chance to consider this development, they were already rushing each other.

 

Chase immediately ducked, as Isaac swiped his claws at Chase's head. Then Chase threw a strong uppercut, catching Isaac in the jaw, but only momentarily as Isaac flipped backward out of the way, his toe claws barely missing Chase’s face. The instant Isaac touched the ground he took off like a rocket slamming his body into Chase before he even had time to react, cracking one, or three, of his ribs on impact and two more as they hit the wall.

 

Chase crumpled to the floor; he saw Isaac’s claws, coming toward him. It would have been a “fatal” blow, except…

 

No! He was not going to lose to this slightly enhanced wannabe, who wasn't even a speedster!! 

 

Quickly Chase sprung up from the ground, grabbing Isaac’s hand, then slit his wrist.

 

“AAAARRRGGHH!!!” Isaac roared, blood pouring from his wrist.

 

Chase was on him in a second, and started unleashing everything he had on Isaac.

 

Isaac tried to respond and counter, but Chase was gaining the upper hand, FAST. Then in a moment when Isaac left himself open, Chase finished it, he fired three bone cracking punches at Isaac’s chest the jumped and spin kicked him, his toe claws leaving three bloody gashes in Isaac’s face

 

Too stunned to even yell, Isaac stumbled back clutching his face with his bloody hand, regaining his balance…then started laughing.

 

Chase froze

 

Slowly Isaac looked up at him

 

Under the broken lenses of Isaac’s mask he could see it.

 

Isaac’s eye was cut in half. It was disgusting especially with the blood that started to seep out of it. But then he noticed something else. Slowly the cuts on Isaac’ face, started to seal up, until the only evidence that anything had happened, was the three cuts in his black mask.

 

“Guess what?” Isaac asked mockingly

 

Chase immediately attacked, wasting no time, but Isaac was ready, and easily dodged Chase’s first swipe, then he plunged his knee straight into Chase’s stomach leaving him breathless for a second, but that was too much time. Chase righted himself, there was a blur as Isaac’s hand flew past him, and for a moment Chase thought that Isaac had missed somehow, then the shock of pain shot through him coming from his center, Isaac had put three big slashes in his chest.  

 

Isaac saw his chance and lightning fast grabbed Chase’s arm swung it over his shoulder, and pulled down, with an unbelievable burst of strength.

 

“AAAAAGGGHH!!!” Chase yelled as his felt the snap of his arm

 

Then Isaac grabbed Chase’s bicep and threw him over his shoulder and into the wall.

 

Chase’s body crumpled to the floor, head first.

 

Before Chase could even get up Isaac was over him, he grabbed the very beaten Chase by his neck, and easily lifted him up, then once more threw him into the wall, bloodying the wall,

 

Once again Chase crumpled to the floor, this time so that he was sitting against the wall, cringing as he felt the cold metal of the wall touch the, much better, but still raw wound on his back.

 

With his one good arm he tried to get up, but Isaac immediately grabbed it and held it firmly in place above his head.

 

“I gotta say, for all that Tech has said, I’m disappointed,” Isaac mocked, enjoying the look on Chase’s face “I mean you did have that small moment when you thought you won, but you didn’t end it!! And now here we are.” He once more paused to enjoy the effect his words were having on Chase. “Man this must be killing you.”

 

Chase glared into that stupid, now shredded, black mask of his.

 

“What’s the matter? Don’t feel like talking?” Isaac asked smugly, then he looked down at Chase’s chest to see that the slashes were already almost closed. “Oh well, guess I’d better end It.”

 

Chase held his stare

 

Isaac raised his hand and his fingers became sharp.

 

“You lose”

 

Then Chase felt it, he felt his cells flood with energy, he felt it rush through his system in an instant, he felt the power burst up from inside him, and the world slowed.

 

Isaac brought his hand down hard, his claws slicing through the air.

 

“Ugh!”

 

He felt it go through; he felt the stomach explode as the blades hit their mark.  

 

Isaac looked at Chase, looked directly in the eyes, and he saw the pained look on Chase’s face, he saw the life drain from his eyes… except… it didn’t, instead, Chase’s face showed something different, something that even during the part of the fight in which Chase was “winning” he hadn’t seen, as Chase stared into the eyes of Isaac, his face was cold.  

 

That’s when Isaac noticed two things. One, his hand, the very same one that was supposed to be inside of Chase, was instead, in the bone-crushing grip of Chase’s now healed arm. And two, there was blood coming out of his mouth.

 

Slowly, Isaac looked down at his stomach. Chase’s hand was inside of it.

 

Isaac looked back up at Chase with blood drooling out of his mouth, Chase’s face showed no remorse, because he felt none.

 

Violently, Chase ripped his hand out of Isaac.

 

“UGH!”

 

For a second, Isaac remained upright looking at the thing in front of him, and then with a moan, he toppled over into a pool of his own blood.

 

Chase knelt close and ripped that stupid mask off of his face.

 

Painfully Isaac looked up at Chase, his brown hair now red, and through the extreme pain managed a smile.

 

“Now who’s the monster?” Isaac mocked weakly.

 

Chase looked at Isaac for a moment, his face still displaying the same cold expression. Then he stood up kicked him in the face, dislocating his jaw, and with a sonic boom so loud that it made Isaac writhe in pain, Chase was gone.