Chasing the Davenports

by Rebel JC

Chase Davenport hurts his siblings during training using some abilities that they don't know about. After this, they are more united than ever! Adam and Bree will stop at nothing to save Chase , reveal old secrets and finding Chase's mother. The story will take them through the famous cities of the US and Canada. In this story, Chase is 13, Bree is 14 and Adam is 15.

1. Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Alex and I am new here and ready to make new friends! Now, coming to the story, as you will observe, this story is quite different from the TV shows. I can describe it as AU. The characters are almost the same, though Chase has different abilities.
Well, that's all for now and I hope you will enjoy it and please, review.

P.S. Chase is 13, Bree is 14 and Adam 15 in this story.

Chapter 1: The dream

The man looked amused towards the bruised boy bleeding on the floor of the living room.

The bleeding boy tried to get up and looked perplex around him. In a moment he remembered the torments he received since he woke up and until he went to bed. He almost got on his knees when his muscles could support him no more and he fell in a sticky puddle of a red-brownish colour. Soon, the child realized that he was in the puddle of his own blood. He tried to get up again, but he became aware of a flat pain coming from his forehead and his view was reddened by small drops of blood coming in contact with his eyelids. Even so, he noticed that he was near to the exit door to the house's yard, so his hand curled around the knob, but his arm weakly felt in the puddle.

'Help!...Someone help me..., the boy begged silently as soon as he felt that he was passing out.

A hard spank over his face brought him back to normal. And then other pairs of spanks followed. As this horrible torment continued, the child gasped for air as he felt the spanks being amplified by his old and new gained bruises. Then, the horrible rip continued as the man gave up spanking and proceeded to hit the child's face with his fists. The child tried to roll over, so he could avoid the rain of fists, but as soon as he tried to do it he yelled because of the pain.

"Why are you doing this to me?!", asked the child in a desperate voice as his faced winced.

The man looked at him coldly and responded hoarsely:

"You're his son, and this is enough for me!".

As the man answered, the boy could figure out a hue of anger in his way of speaking. The child looked in the direction the man was looking and saw the photo of a young dark-haired man who was smiling charmingly at him. Before he could realise, the man snatched one of his shoes out of his foot and threw it to the picture. The glass of the frame smashed in little fragments of glass which spread across the floor. Then, the man leaned against the frightened child, grabbed him violently by his shirt and lifted him up in the air. The child choked as he tried to breathe.

"You and him are going to pay for everything, I promise you", whispered the man in a low dangerous tone. And then, with a malevolently look on his young face, punched the child hard in one of his cheeks and threw him on the floor as he was a napkin. The boy faced the ceiling and there at the opened mezzanine was his brother, watching him with a neutral expression on his face. The child couldn't help it and clenched his teeth; he hated his half-brother, although he also felt a kind of mercy for him. He didn't have much time to think about his brother when the man spanked his face hard once more. The child didn't have more time to cry as this final blow left him unconscious.