AN: Hey guys! So, I'm really excited to write this story for ya'll! It will be multi-chap, unless you guys don't like this first chapter. If you don't, then I won't continue on with the story, but if you do, then I'll keep going as long as possible. Alright, well, I hope you guys like this chapter and this story! Thanks for reading! :)
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(Takes place during Bionic Showdown when Adam, Bree, Chase, and Mr. Davenport were being held by Douglas and Marcus in the cage.)
Bree's PoV:
I couldn't believe this. Marcus, someone that we thought was our friend, betrayed us as well as lied to us. I just couldn't believe it. Marcus always seemed like such a great guy, but now, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't that great. At all. I stood near the edge of the cage, thinking. Would Leo come and rescue us? Would anyone come looking for us?
I was snapped out of my thoughts by a hand resting on my shoulder. I jumped slightly, and turned my head to see Mr. Davenport looking at me. "You alright, sweetheart?" he asked me.
I smiled slightly. He hadn't called me that since I was little. "Just peachy. I've only been captured, along with my family, by two evil lunatics. Life's great."
He smiled at me and snorted, saying, "Story of our lives, huh?"
I laughed quietly. "Pretty much, yeah."
He then turned serious again and said, "It'll be alright, Bree. We'll all get out of here okay, and then we'll go back to normal."
"Do you honestly believe that? Even if we get out of here, I don't think that we'll be okay. We won't be the same."
He paused for a second before asking, "Would that be because of what Douglas told you?"
I smiled at him. "No," I answered, "Because he's wrong. He's not our dad. At least, not in my eyes. You're my dad. Douglas wasn't there when I was little and I broke my arm on the rockclimbing wall, or when I scraped my knee. He wasn't there to kiss me goodnight, or tell me bedtime stories, no matter how sciencey and weird they were. He wasn't there when I had nightmares. But you were. You were there to fix my arm and my knee. You made sure to tell me a bedtime story and kiss me goodnight every night. And when I had nightmares, I remember you holding me close and kissing my forehead, telling me that it would all be alright. He never would've done those things for me, or Adam, or Chase. But you did. And for that and so many other reasons, I love you dad."
He smiled at me and hugged me. "I love you too, Breezy," he whispered in my ear.
We broke apart and looked up when we heard someone walk in. Douglas and Marcus. "Well, we've been thinking," Douglas said, "I want to get back at Donny, and Marcus wants to get back at Adam and Chase. So we started to think. How could we do that all at once in order to save time and make sure we both got revenge? Then it hit . You're pretty close to your family from what Marcus has told me. So, if we were to, say, do something to you, wouldn't it get back at all of you? Because we sure think so."
Mr. Davenport, Adam, and Chase all stepped in front of me protectively. "You're not gonna lay a finger on her, or any of us, for that matter." Mr. Davenport said.
Douglas chuckled. "I think we will. Marcus?" He gestured to Marcus as though he was waiting for him to do something.
"Of course," Marcus replied. He walked toward us.
Marcus raised his hands and aimed them at Mr. Davenport, Adam, and Chase. He moved his hands to the side like he was parting the Red Sea. And oddly enough, the boys moved to the sides as well, though it didn't look like they were doing so willingly.
"Douglas, what is this?" Mr. Davenport questioned.
"This, Donny, is an ability that I gave Marcus. He can control any living thing. It's kind of like Chase's molecular kinesis," Douglas responded. He walked over to a control panel, and suddenly the blue bars on the cage disappeared. He deactivated it. I got ready to attack, but before I could, Douglas grabbed me roughly by the shoulder and yanked me out of the cage.
"If you fight us, they get it," Douglas told me. I relunctantly nodded as a tear slipped down my face. Douglas dragged me by my hair over to the control panel and reactivated the cage. Marcus then lowered his hands, and the boys could move freely again. Douglas shoved me over to Marcus, who caught me, but barely.
"I've got to go attend to more important matters than this ugly bitch. Do what you want. My only requirements are that you don't kill her, and I want to see tears from them," he gestured to the boys, "When I get back. After you're done with her, shove her back in the cage. Then you can go back to your room." And with that, he was gone.
Marcus looked at me and said, "Now. How about we have some fun, princess?"
AN: So, I know that that was short, and I'm really sorry. I wanted to leave you on a cliff-hanger. Hopefully that was decent, and not too filler. Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading and reviewing, if you do! Later! :p