*Blue's POV* (---video above---- you. Are. So. Welcome.)

              Sometimes people make mistakes. Some more stupider than others. Like that one dude who decided that it would be a good idea to get involved in an emotionally unstable girl's life, or the guy who sat on a park bench that a pigeon had just pooped on, or maybe asking a creepy guy who looks like a walking outlet if he had ever tried Match.com to find a single lady who might want to help him to not be such an evil outlet man?

              Let me just tell you this; you try to be nice to the darn man and what does he do? Puts you in a giant glass tank and tries to drown you while he tries to kill your only family and one true love- NOPE. NOPE. THIS LADY DON'T NEED NO LOVER.

I AM A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN, WHO DON'T NEED NO MAN.

Oh, and Keith? S2? You know what? That butthole is going to wake up tomorrow with a face full of rat crap. Oh yeah, I went there.

              So, you probably want some details on what exactly happened back there, after the whole blackout thing. Yeah, those tubes were full of some sort of pink ooze that did something to my eyes. I overheard Krane and Keith in my sleep talking about dilating my eyes to be able to see the writing better, but how does that make any sense?

              Anyway, once I woke up, I was lying on a pretty decent sized tile floor. My head was throbbing as I tried to stand up. That pink ooze, which, I'm pretty sure had a different effect than what they wanted it to have on me, was way more strong than I had suspected.

Letting out a low groan, I forced my shaky figure up into a standing position, trying to see what was going on before me.

Now, you have to remember, I was on that pink stuff this entire time, so everything was a giant blur to me. I remember seeing a bunch of fuzzy figures standing around, crouched into what looked like karate positions. WAIT. Karate positions, skinny and fuzzy figures, buzzed hair... Oh, it was just the Davenports.

              Anyways, my vision cleared for a moment, and once the realization hit, my brain told my legs to race towards them. Chase was there, Bree was there, they were all there, they were here to help me.

              The glass was incredibly see through, so when I ran forward, you can guess what happened next. My forehead collided with the glass first, sending my body flying back to strike against the other side of the glass. A loud thudding noise echoed through the building, catching the attention of the others in the room.

"Blue!" I remember hearing Chase's horrified tone as he watched my head loll to the side at an unnatural angle. He had never seen me in such a crazed state as he did now. "What did you do to her?" His snarled tone earned him a blow from Krane, sending him flying into Adam.

That was when the scary thing happened. A loud clang sounded out through the glass compartment I was in, and when I opened my eyes again to look, through my gazed vision I was able to make out what looked like a giant faucet, minus the handle. Seconds later, clear, ice cold, crystal water began tumbling through into the compartment. And it was filling up fast. For in the first few minutes, while the rest of them were fighting for my life, the water had risen to my waist.

I had still been laying on the floor, though, as everything was still so... Really furry. The cold water brushing up against my bare skin and pooling into my shoes, suffocating my feet and stomach, caused me to loose feeling in the waist down in a matter of seconds.

I felt a laugh form in my gut, and make its way through my throat, and bursting out of my mouth, filling the compartment I was trapped in with one of the most sickest sounding laughs I have ever heard.

It caught the attention of Chase, who, as soon as he saw the water, came rushing over to me, pressing his gloved hands against the glass, a look of pure naked terror imprinted on his features.

"Blue," he whispered. I remember feeling my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds, weariness filling my brain. All I could think about was sleep. Well, that, and how sexy Chase looked in his uniform.

My laughter turned into a soft chuckle as my head rocked back and forth against the glass. Chase attempted using his molecular kinesis to stop the water, but Krane was smarter than that. He had injected the thing with some sort of bionic withholding device. Chase was as good as powerless.

"Bree," Chase called, trying to gain the attention of his sister. But she was busy trying to stop Keith from injecting more of that pink ooze into Leo.

"I'm a little busy," Bree shouted, just as Krane tried to punch Mr. Davenport in the face. He ducked in time, pressing his fingers up to his cheeks.

"I told you man, not the face!" Davenport cried.

Chase turned back to me, being able to do nothing but watch as the water pulled up and seeped through my clothes, suffocating my skin.

Meanwhile, Bree, Adam, Leo, and Mr. Davenport were having a hard time keeping up with Keith and Krane. Since Krane had found out that I had words imprinted in my eyes, he was more interested in keeping me more than taking the Davenports and their powers. Which was why, just as the water had reached the tip of my lower lip, the water suddenly shut off.

I looked around, and, despite my horrible headache and fuzzy vision, locked eyes on the glass wall.

Now, what happened next is going to sound absolutely unbelievable, but I swear on my very life that it happened. It scared the crap out of me, too, but it did happen. One moment, I was on the verge of drowning, and the next, the glass that was separating me from Chase suddenly cracked and shattered to smithereens, causing Chase to hold up his gloved hands to protect himself from the glass shards.

              He managed to recover unharmed, but I wasn't so lucky.

By the time I had made the glass shatter, Krane was nowhere to be seen and Keith was hooked up to the pink ooze machine, having a seizure on the torture table, and the other Davenports were regrouping after their victory. They had succeeded in saving my life, but this was nowhere near the end.

Krane now had only a small section of his mind still dedicated to the bionics and their powers, but once he had discovered the words encrypted in my eyes, I had become the main center of his attention. And we all know how hard it is to convince him to give up, I mean, heaven forbid someone try to find him a nice woman who can look past his metal implants.

Anyways, when the glass shattered, a lot of it rained and crashed inside the chamber, instead of out towards Chase (yeah, I know, I'm sad too). With my mental processing still jumbled from the chemicals running through my brain, I wasn't able to recognize the feeling of glass shards piercing through the skin of my arms and legs, and, more specifically, my right cheek.

              But Chase sure did. For the second he looked up to see me, he bolted faster than a racehorse to me, not even caring about getting his brand new suit wet as Mr. Davenport bit his fingernails in agony as he watched his fine work get soaked by the chemically frozen water.

"Blue," Chase breathed in a tone that I had only heard once. When they killed my mother and I had been bawling in the closet...

My lopsided head straightened out slightly as I glanced up at him, memories of that moment flooding my brain like a broken dam.

The way the tears felt, crusting against my fatty cheeks. The way that he spoke to me in such a tender way, as if though he were holding an innocent child. The way that he looked at me with such genuine concern in his eyes that for a second, I was stone cold sober, out of the pink ooze induced haze.

              But the second of being sober danced off as soon as it had come, and fresh tears welled in the bottom of my eyelids as the icy water drained out onto the dirty floors of the warehouse.

I didn't know why I started crying, and I didn't know why in that moment I felt more helpless than ever. All that I do know was, out of an emotional waterfall that I couldn't seem to prevent, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Chase's neck, letting out a loud sob as I nuzzled my head in the crook of his neck as I cried.

He tensed up for a moment, but quickly wrapped his strong arms around my back, and dove his free hand into the water to pick me up bridal style and carry me out of that damned chamber. The other Davenports didn't say anything, but they did shoot worried glances at me as they silently agreed to head home.

At one point, I lifted my head from Chase's shoulder slightly to see a glittering purple liquid staining his suit. I let out a small sniff that caused Chase to glance down at me.

              "I'm sorry," I trembled, watching as Chase's features were lit up by the agonizingly familiar hue.

He was able to ignore the glowing long enough to give me a confused expression. "What for? You have nothing to be-"

"For ruining..." My lip began to tremble slightly as I cut him off. I wanted so badly to tell him everything... But... Something was preventing me from it, I realized, as the words that came out of my mouth were not what I had been expecting.

"For ruining your suit," my lips formed the words before my mind could stop them.

A small, adorable smile played across his lips as he craned his neck down slightly to whisper in my ear as for no one else to hear, "It's an honor to have my suit ruined by your tears, BlueBelle. You can ruin my suits anytime you want."

              After those words, I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks and stubbornly stayed there the entire ride home.

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Hey guys!

I felt like I had been neglecting this book for a while, so I decided to actually finish this chapter and begin the next one for all of you. I hope you enjoy it!

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Love always,

       Danalpswolf