Adam's POV

I couldn't tell what time it was, but the sun in the fake window had set and risen again, so I assumed it had been at least one day. That woman, Dr. Raymond, came in again, with a fake smile plastered on her face as she came in with couple of weird granola bars.

"Hurry up and eat. That's the only food you're getting for awhile." She explained as she wrote down something on a clipboard.

Luckily, she didn't know that I had the whole list of my incredible edibles I had been making for my entire life and that I could eat almost anything. I ate as fast as I could, and I was kind of disappointed when they didn't taste like much.

She snapped twice, and one of those guards came in, cuffing my hands tightly before the three of us went down a long hallway and into another room. Only instead of having a bed, weird fake window and one singular lamp, this one had weights, moving targets, and an in-ground swimming pool.

"We've studied some of your abilities. Your super strength, your heat vision and your ability to breathe underwater. We'll have you use them for a period of time so we can study exactly how they work, and then you'll be taken back to your room. Any questions?" Dr. Raymond asked, like she was trying to be nice. Like she didn't wanna treat me and my siblings like human lab rats.

I shook my head, holding back the idea to ask about Bree and Chase. Or Leo. Or Mr. Davenport.

"Good." She smiled, sticking a small sensor on the back of my neck before backing away. "Let's see how much you can lift, Adam."

•••

Bree's POV

"How...much...longer?" I questioned as I continued to run on the treadmill, wincing at how the perspiration on my forehead made the nodes attached to the treadmill peel off slightly. According to the timer in the right hand corner of the screen, I had been running for two hours. When I usually ran, I didn't sweat, or run out of breath. But I had only run for half an hour, max.

"Don't worry, Bree." Dr. Daniels smiled as she approached me, slowing the speed down on the treadmill to zero and started detaching the nodes. "You've given us more then enough information about your speed. You can take a breather for a moment before we take you back to your room." She handed me a water bottle she seemingly produced out of nowhere. "I'll even answer a question for you, as a thank you for being so cooperative.

I took the water bottle and lifted it to my lips, immediately taking in the relief at getting a drink. My mouth and throat were even drier then I thought. I knew Adam and Chase were okay, as long as they were cooperating. I just hoped they weren't going through a more intense experimental phase, so I asked the question that had been nagging me since before Graham took us away. "My step-brother, Leo Dooley, his arm was crushed by a beam at our high school. Is he okay?"

"Your step brother is at home now, and recovering." I let out a sigh of relief as I put my hand on my chest. Leo was okay, and for one reason or another, that gave me hope. If Leo could survive having his arm crushed, I could survive this hellhole.

Once the sweat had stopped, and I had fully caught my breath, Dr. Daniels had the guard cuff me and start to lead me out when we heard a loud commotion outside of the door. She readied a syringe and started to leave, but not before turning to the guard. "Don't let her leave till I come back."

And she walked out of the room, and all I could think was what my brothers did this time.

•••

Chase's POV

"It's odd that the sensors are registering hardly any brain activity. It's like you only need a fraction of your posterior parietal cortex, ventrotemporal occipital cortex, and prefrontal cortex but can solve more complex mathematical equations then the average human." Dr. Keaton told me as she looked up from the tablet to where I was hovered over a set of equations she had me work on while monitoring my progress. "We'll definitely have to run more tests on your intelligence."

As she detached the nodes and started getting me ready to go back to my room, I couldn't help but feel the fact that this was mentally draining. This is the first time math had worn me out, ever. My head was starting to hurt from the stress of those equations. But I wouldn't admit it. If I could keep up as much of an oath of silence, I would. At least that way, I could hold onto a fragment of victory.

The guard clicked together the bionic signal interrupting cuffs and started to lead me down the hall when group of three walked down the hallway that we were walking up. It was another guard, another female doctor and...

"Adam?" I chocked out, barely above a whisper, but he still whipped his head around and broke into a huge grin, knocking the doctors and guards to the ground before running over to me.

He couldn't hug me, but he reached his hands forward and put one on my shoulder through the cuffs. "You're gonna make it out of here. If anyone's gonna make it out, it's you."

"I can't leave you and Bree behind." I insisted, grasping my hand in his, craving some sort of human contact that wasn't rough hands cuffing me or latex gloves. "I won't."

"If you can't make it out with us, you have to leave. I believe in you." He insisted, and I looked behind his shoulder to see another female doctor behind him, holding a syringe.

"Adam, look out!" I shouted, but it was too late. The needle entered his bloodstream and he fell to the ground in a heap. The doctor and guard he was with forced him upright and continued to force him up the hall, even if he was unconscious. "What did you do to him?"

"It was just a sedative." She told me as my guard tightened my cuffs, forcing them to rub uncomfortably against my wrists. "Get back in your room or you'll meet the same fate."