"There are at least thirty people in that building, some of which are children. If we don't do this, those people in there - people with families - will most certainly die. We have to save them, otherwise what's the point in us?"

"I can save about twenty of them before the building collapses, but the other ten... we just can't save them in time!" Bree replied, the look of guilt plastered on her face. She still felt bad about the fight she had with Chase a few hours before, even though she didn't do anything wrong in the first place. Chase was just in one of those moods.

"We have to try".

"No! What if something happens to one of us? There's no point in us getting killed as well-"

A woman's scream interrupted her pleads. There were multiple shrieks; men and women, people calling for their children, all of which were frantically trying to find a way out of their fiery doom.

Chase winced at the horrifying sounds. He had to do something, with or without Adam or Bree's help. "Better to go down a hero rather than a coward".

"Chase! What the hell's going on?" Mr Davenport's voice rang through the boys earpiece.

"Bree's questioning my orders," he responded, glaring at his sister.

"Well, figure something out quickly. People are gonna die!"

"I know".

Mr Davenport looked down at his youngest bionic son, his heart heavy and his face sunken with grief. It was him who had told Chase to go into that burning building in the first place, and now he had to pay the price for his orders. He watched the nurses fuss over the machines, turning knobs and re-filling his sons drip bag. He had an urge to punch those machines, rip all the wires away from his son and watch Chase wake up. But he knew that was never going to happen; those machines were the only thing keeping the boy alive.

Bree watched with fright as her younger brother ran into the burning apartment block.

"Bree, you're seriously not considering going in there?" Adam asked, concerned for his family's safety.

"He's our brother, Adam. I have to stop him from killing himself!"

"Bree -". Adam reluctantly stared as his sister sped into the building after Chase, leaving him alone to contemplate the choices for his next course action. No way was he going in there after them, that's just a death wish.

Mr Davenport wished that Chase would wake up, for all of their sakes. The whole family was distraught. All of them seemed to blame themselves for the accident. The house was really quiet without him; all the light and fun seemed to have died out with him. Chase was the reason that their home felt like home, they just weren't a family without him.

"There's fire everywhere!" Chase said to no one in particular.

"Chase, where are you?" Bree voice screamed through the earpiece.

"The ground floor, trying to stabilise the building. What are you two doing?"

"Getting people on the top floors out of the building. Adam's helping people outside".

Chase checked his scanner. There were five people left in the building, two of which were him and Bree.

"Bree!" He shouted. "There's three left: all of them are on the floor below you -".

There was a sudden whoosh, and he was the only one left in the building.

"Chase, get out of there!"

He nodded, running to the exit.

"They can't save him, but I can".

Mr Davenport jumped at the sound of someone talking behind him. He spun around, and came face-to-face with someone all too familiar.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mr Davenport sniffed. His memory raced back nineteen years. The man may look different, but he was still the same monster. "You're that scientist I fired after catching you trying to tamper with my research. The one obsessed with the properties of the human genetic makeup".

"Cliff York, yeah that's me. Surprised you remember me actually. And, funnily enough, my lab is where I would like to take him".

"You're out of your mind" Mr Davenport replied, eyeing his dying son once again. "Why would I let you go anywhere near my son?"

Cliff shook his head sadly and sighed. "Look, I won't be making promises but, Sir, give me a chance. Please".

There was a sudden crack, and his exit path was suddenly blocked by a pile of burning debris. Panicked, Chase searched for another exit.

"I'm trapped!"

"What the hell do you mean?!"

"I mean, I can't get out! The fire's blocked the exit!"

Chase looked around, desperately trying to find a solution in which the answer was not dying.

"Bree," Chase said quietly. "Get the others out of the area. The building could potentially explode any minute now. Get them within a safe distance, and leave me here".

"But - "

"Just do it!"

Davenport shook his head again.

Cliff took a step towards him, not taking his eyes off of him. "You think those doctors in there are good enough? They don't understand about the technology you've implanted your son with. They won't be able to save him and you know it".

"And you're able to?"

"That's right. Let me take my technology and my know-how into ensuring that your son actually does have a future".

Mr Davenport looked at the other man, tears in his eyes.

"Listen, Donald, you're a scientist. You know that I will dedicate myself to him, to your sons safety. Let me save him".

Mr Davenport looked over at Chase. He noticed how peaceful he looked, but that's just an effect of him being unconscious. He looked at the monitors and the life support, letting a single tear slip down the side of his face. Without letting his gaze slip away from his son, he nodded. 

"Just take him".

Chase looked at his scanner in relief. Bree had followed his orders. That made a first. He coughed, the smoke had already started to seep its way into his lungs. If he didn't get burnt to death, suffocation would definitely be the cause of his death. Chase looked up, activating his bionics in an attempt to save himself. Nothing was working. He was too weak from all the smoke. He was going to die. He felt his eyes swelling with tears; the heat was making his eyes water, but he was also crying because he knew his fait. He was going to die in that building. He sighed, de-activating his Molecular Kinesis. The beam he was holding up with his bionics started to weaken; he was seconds away from a painful and inevitable death. The wood began to rupture, then splintered down on top of the boy with a fiery hiss. In the last second, out of reflex, he threw out his arm, accidentally activating his force field in the process. It may have been that single action that eventually saved his life - he just didn't know it yet.

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Just FYI guys the parts in italics are things that happened in the past, whereas the normal text is present day events :) 

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