Summery: Chase Davenport. Genius. Mission Leader. Brother. Son. Youngest. Kind. Cocky at times. Loveable. Bionic Hero. These are the sort of qualities we experience with Chase Davenport. Unwanted. Unloved. Under appreciated. Tired. Teased. Bullied. Alienated. Losing control. These are what we can pick up from his actions and from his emotions and from his family's perspective. Suicidal? Attacked? Depressed? Not what we expected. What happens when Chase is broken by the ones he loves the most? He loses control of his sanity. That's what.

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Mission Gone Wrong.

"Cause these words are knives and often leave scars. The fear of falling apart."

Chase furiously ran a hand through his hair as they returned from yet again another mission.

"You completely disregarded my orders!" He hissed to his older siblings.

"Calm down!" Bree stated an annoyed look plastered to her 'flawless' face as she always described it being.

"Yeah Chasey! Calm down!" Adam said copying his sister but adding the dreadful childhood nickname for the youngest of the siblings.

"How can I calm down! You guys where goofing off and nearly jeopardised the mission and get yourselves hurt!" Chase exclaimed waving his hands in the air in frustration to enforce his reasoning.

"Dude lay off! We survived!" Bree Davenport said rolling her eyes as she went to her capsule to change out of her extremely tight yet somewhat comfortable mission suit.

"I will not lay off! What would Mr Davenport say?!" Chase said, still upset over the fact that his siblings where nearly hurt on his watch.

"He would say it was your fault!" Adam exclaimed pointing at Chase and clapping like he finally got something right. "And it was! Wasn't it Bree?" He asked turning to his sister as doubt and uncertainly settled in.

"Was not!" Chase protested as he stared in disbelief at his older brother.

"Was too!" Adam replied childishly as he sized up to the smaller of the two men.

"Stop it!" Bree shouted hands covering her ears as annoyance made itself present in her. "Chase stop being a know-it-all and shut up and Adam stop talking to him and leave him alone!"

"Fine..." Adam said dejectedly.

"I am not being a know-it-..."

"Yes you are!" Bree interjected. "You're doing it right now! No one cares about Physics or Maths or whatever else you are droning on about."

"I'm not talking about those things! I'm talking about you're inability to follow a simple instruction!" Chase said profoundly, as he straightened his posture.

"Hey look! The lady golfer has gotten taller!" Adam pointed out not bothering to follow his brother and sisters argument. "But he's still a small baby!"

"I am not a lady golfer or small!" Chase objected, stomping his foot in aggravation. "Or a baby!" He hastily added seeing that his sister was going to comment on the fact that he was acting strange.

"Well you're not a very good brother!" Bree exclaimed finally fed up with the whole prospect of the fight, but after having said what she had, she immediately slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as she stared at her youngest brother. His eyes widened slightly as a wave of hurt and betrayal filled their depths. His mouth hung open a little as he stared at his sister in shock.

"W-what?" His voice cracked just the slightest as the word stammered and came out as a whisper of his mouth without his consent.

"Chase..." Bree sighed out as she moved to touch him, only to have him jerk backwards. Guilt ate at her soul as she stared into her brothers hazel eyes as tears welled in them. Looking worried her gaze moved from her brothers pain filled ones to Adam's confused and naive ones. "Huh?" Adam asked through a mouthful of bionic pellets.

"Why would you say that Bree? I've always tried to help you guys and keep you out of trouble! I'm Mission Leader! You need to learn to listen to me out on the field! I don't want your blood on my hands!" Chase said, a biting steel to his voice as he pushed the hurt his sister had given him to the back of his mind and focused back on the nearly failed mission. "Because of you two! We nearly failed the mission!"

Bree narrowed her eyes at their so called 'Mission Leader' as he reprimanded them for their lack of focus. If Bree where to be honest, she knew that her and Adam had messed up and left the mess and cleaning up of the mission for Chase to compete, but she would never give Chase the satisfaction of being right, even when he was. "Well you aren't doing a very good job, 'Oh Fearless Mission Leader.'" Bree practically spat at him as she glared at him. "The whole mess was your fault!"

"How was it my fault?!" He asked, spreading his hands around in frustration, like he was looking for answers.

"You where meant to disable the bomb whilst me and Adam done a perimeter check! You're the one meant to have Bionic Hearing! You should have heard us when we shouted incoming!" Bree said stomping her foot as she narrowed her eyes at the boy who was no older than sixteen.

" Hello?! I was sort of preoccupied! I never saw him take that swing!" Chase said looking closer to exploded any second. "And I never asked you to step in for me either!" He said referring to his sister who has sped over and took the blow to the upper chest for him.

"I wouldn't have had to it you had been paying attention!"

"I'm not the one who decided to take a phone call during a mission to talk to 'sweet little Owen' and ramble on about his art and muse!"

"At least I'm not the one who is meant to be super smart yet instead is super stupid!" Bree spat, as a deadly silence filled the room, that was then soon broken by an exasperated cry from Chase.

"I'm not stupid!"

"Are!"

"Not!"

"Puny!" Adam said shouting at his younger brother, not liking how he was fighting with his sister.

"Dumbass!"

"Short stack!"

"Ass!"

"Lady Golfer!"

"Dipshit!"

"You know Chase! Spike is better company than you will ever be! He's a better brother!"

"Yeah and he ain't so puny! He can take a hit and a joke!"

"Spike is dangerous!" Chase exclaimed not believing what he was hearing.

"Yeah well at least Spike is loved and wanted!" Both Adam and Bree said at the exact same time.

"W-what?... How could you! I HATE YOU!" Chase screamed the last part as his will broke and tears escaped his eyes.

"Yeah well WE HATE YOU TOO!" Adam shouted back at him as fury set deep into his glowing green eyes.

Not noticing the unusual colouring of his siblings eyes, Chase left the room, his shirt up to his face wiping away his tears.

"Do us all a favour and go kill yourself!" Bree shouted out after him before both her and Adam decided to go to their capsules to regenerate for the next day, leaving Chase to wallow in self pity and hate upon the rooftop, the words his siblings fired at him repeating themselves in his head. "Kill yourself." He whispered aloud before his shoulders slumped forward, as his eyes closed of their own accord and he fell into a restless sleep.

"The fear of falling apart..."

Hey guys and girls, this was originally going to be a one shot, but if anyone wants a continuation of this story, leave me a comment below saying so. I have also posted this on Wattpad on my Keep-Er-Lit account.

Savannah Hayes