So, hey everyone! Thanks for taking a peek at this story! I really want to do soundtracks, so you can find the links on my profile to any of the songs. I promise none of the songs I recommend will have excessive cursing of any kind, and if it's just one minor word I'll give you a heads up. For those of you who know me, no, I won't go Coldplay crazy. I promise! But this first chapter needs something quiet, and they were perfect. So 'Midnight' by Coldplay is the chapter one soundtrack.
NOTE: I did not come up with the idea to post the song links on my profile. That was daphrose's ingenious mind at work. Just sayin' XD
"Everyday is a new beginning. Stay away from what might have been and look at what can be.
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In the darkness of a quiet town, a tall ominous building loomed. No sign gave any idea as to what it housed, and no cars or other such form of transportation ever seemed to constantly arrive and depart. If any cared to investigate the quietness of the establishment, they would see that only a single car ever inhabited the overgrown lot – a small, black Toyota hybrid. Its windows were tinted darkly and the license plate was average: white background, red lettering bearing the name 'California' and blue letters for the plate number.
But on this silent starry night two cars were parked – the ever-present hybrid and a white Suburban. The dark building with around twenty stories was all black save the highest floor, which was alight with a warm glow. The new car's driver and passenger sides clicked open and two people stepped out into the inky blackness.
"Are you sure this is the place?" one asked, a woman by her voice. Her silhouette against the moonlight was tall, her hair straightened to her mid-back. She shut the passenger door with a click.
"Of course. It just reeks 'evil lair,' don't you think?" her companion, a male answered. He too shut his door. Using the key ring, he locked the vehicle. The 'beep' it emitted carried to the thin woods surrounding the building, echoing off the incline of the mountain.
She shivered against the cool breeze that blew across her bare arms. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."
"Am I ever wrong?"
"A good percent of the time." she paused, "We'd better get inside. He's probably waiting."
Her partner gave a grunt of approval before following her toward the doors. She pressed the bar and walked into a warmly lit hallway. The walls were painted a generic gray and the floor typical of a grocery store. Nothing stood out, beside the fact that there was only an elevator door at the end. No other doorways lined the hall.
"What a place," she murmured, striding purposefully towards the elevator.
"Hey Bree, are you sure this is the right thing to do?" the man asked, sliding into the elevator next to her.
Bree sighed. "I don't know. Probably. He sounded pretty excited on the phone. Maybe it's legitimate; you never know, Chase."
"I know, I know," he muttered. "but I can't help but have a bad feeling about this."
She looked at him, her dark eyes conflicted. "Me too."
The remainder of the trip up was silent, each turning in their own thoughts. After a few minutes, the machine pinged and the doors hissed open to reveal a rather darkly colored room. Lighting much like the hallway lit dark gray tile, the walls a borderline grayish-black color. Three stainless steel tables were in the center of the otherwise sparse room, each supporting their own mess of cords, wires, tools and random pieces of machinery. A white door broke the darkness of it all, leading to who-knows-where.
"Well, here we are. Come on out wherever you are." Chase called into the uninhabited expanse. He took a tentative step forward, flanked by his sister.
Silence reigned for a few seconds before an older man appeared at the white door.
"Well, you guys actually showed up!" he took in the sight of the two young adults in front of him. "Where are the rest of you?"
"Adam and Leo? At the base. Figured only two of us should come, should an emergency arise." Chase pressed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"Of course. So, how have you guys been?" the man picked up an invention, twisting at a bolt with a screwdriver.
"What do you want, Douglas?" Bree asked coolly. She kept her voice even, something she had learned over years of experience.
"Nothing. I just have a little surprise for you guys," he smiled simply at them, returning the piece of machinery to its former resting place. "Follow me."
Chase glanced warily at his sister before following Douglas into the adjacent room. Some sort of jazz music played softly in the background. The lights were dimmed low. The walls were the same dark colors of the past room, and counters loaded with vials and other scientific equipment ran around the walls. Four capsules that were half the usual size lay on their sides in a row.
Chase understood immediately. "You didn't . . ." horror crept into his voice.
Bree caught on a second later. "You stole children? How could you?! We were the end; you promised!"
"No," Douglas countered. "you were the beginning. And, for once, I didn't steal anyone. I was able to collect DNA samples from all of you; technically, they're your children."
Chase was hovering on the brink of Spike. "Wait, so not only did you go against us, but you are also throwing infants on us?! Bree doesn't even have a husband yet. How's she going to survive? Sabrina and I just got married! Oh, not to mention you just gave infants bionics! The last time you did this, it tore our family apart!"
"Okay, so maybe you're right!" Douglas caught a searing look from each of his children. "You're right. But think about it; you guys and Leo are only going to be around so long. What happens to the world when you're gone?"
Bree spoke up from her spot by the capsules. "We know. We have – had – it all planned out! It would happen in time. Eventually we would choose replacements. But no, you just had to go and pull these poor little children into this!" she blinked back the rapidly forming tears. "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out!"
"You can't force me to leave! This is my building. If anything, I should be kicking you out!"
Bree sped across the small room, grabbing Douglas by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall. "Get out before I do something I'll regret." She blinked again, her vision blurred by tears.
Douglas' feet once more hit the ground. "Fine," he spat, "go ahead. Do it your way. I had all this planned out, but if you don't want the explanation . . ." he slid up his shirt sleeve to reveal a watch, slamming his finger on a button. "Good-bye."
A flash of white light and he was gone.
Bree turned to where Chase had opened one of the capsules. Tears streamed down her face. She approached the last 'crib' and looked in. She determined the infant couldn't be anymore than two months old.
Chase sighed heavily. "Now I know how Mr. Davenport felt when he found us."
"Yeah," Bree quietly nodded her agreement. "Subjects D, E, F and G." Wait, four of them . . . "He really did know what he was doing."
Chase processed her words for a moment before coming to the same realization. "He wanted each of us to take one . . . "
Bree bit her lip nervously. "We need to get them home."
"Bree, what do you mean? I don't think any of us are ready for kids, especially not Sabrina. She's still a bit of a dirt freak."
"Come on, Chase! They're helpless for crying out loud!" she put her hands on her hips. "What do you think we should do? Put them in a sack and dump them in the river?!"
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of ditching them in the woods." he shot back with as much sarcasm as his sister. "Look, let's just take out their chips and give them to an orphanage or something like that."
"No." Bree stated, brushing away her tears and pushing open the door of the capsule. "They're coming home with us." she picked up the tiny bundle and held it awkwardly in the crook of her arm.
"Bree . . ." Chase began warningly.
"Grab your baby and let's go. I've seen the way you look at . . . " Bree glanced at the clipboard on the counter to her right. ". . . her."
Chase sighed again. "Fine. But if this doesn't work out, we go with my idea."
Bree carefully grabbed the remaining blankets from the capsule and wrapped them around her bundle. "I think we already have a problem." she mumbled. "Getting all four of them to the car, and then home."
Chase tried to smile at her reassuringly, but it came out more as a grimace. "The car is self-driving. It should be okay."
The two grabbed as much care supplies as they could and headed back out to the car. The four infants miraculously stayed quiet, though the silence worried Chase. As he had put it, they were too quiet. He just hoped Douglas had done everything correctly.
When they finally arrived at Chase's home, Sabrina was nearly rendered unconscious from the shock of her husband arriving home with not a dog or kitten, but four children. An emergency meeting was called for the remainder of the Davenport family, which was the four original bionics, Sabrina, and Janelle, who was engaged to Leo. Tasha and Donald had passed a few months before, one to cancer and the other to a car accident. It had been a bitter blow, and Bree had determined the deaths might have been what driven Douglas back to his mad scientist ways.
After a struggle of wills, Subject D was given to Chase and Sabrina. She was very tiny, and they had all finally decided that the two of them combined would be able to take better care of her than the rest of them. Subject E, a boy, had been begrudgingly given to Adam. Leo still wasn't convinced it was the best move, considering the last time Adam had been in charge of a plastic doll. F, a girl, was given to Leo and Janelle. Her story was she was adopted. And last, Subject G was taken by Bree. It was obvious what genes he had been given were from her, as his eyes were the same chocolate brown. Adam and Bree made plans to rent an apartment together until they got the hang of taking care of the children.
"How do we raise them?" Adam asked finally at the end of the meeting.
Leo smirked. "Um, like humans?"
"No, I mean do we raise them like we were, or do we give them a normal childhood?"
Chase mulled over their options for a moment. "I say we raise them like normal. No mentions of bionics or uniqueness. One day, when they're old enough to handle it, we'll tell them."
Bree smiled and nodded, not peeling her eyes away from the boy in her arms. "Sounds good to me."
Wow, I think that's one of my longest chapters ever! 1,750 words, not including the A/N! Anyway, what do ya think? As usual, no flames, please!
Yes, this will be an OC story. But instead of the other bionics we don't know about type plot, this is going to focus on the idea that Adam, Bree, and Chase were the first, but not the last. This is their childrens' story.
I have this crazy idea floating in my head right now of a prequel type thing before this story. It would be posted around chapter seven or eight of this story and would center on the Rat's parenthood. It would be a type of comedy spin off type thing. Want to see it, or not?
Also, kind of important: this is pretty much AU. As in, up to You Posted What?! occurred, but with a twist. Here's a list of what you should know:
Douglas is MOSTLY good.
Leo is bionic.
The government was the only party who discovered their 'dirty little secret.'
The Rats are in their mid twenties.
And no Krane, bionic soldiers, bionic island, ETC.
I can't exactly go through all the details, so you can imagine an alternate YPW episode. Sound good? Good!
So, thank you for reading! I'd appreciate it if you'd review :) See you next Sunday / Saturday!