Okay, normally I wouldn't write a story like this, but daphrose's contest inspired me. I've decided to enter this story in that contest, which will also expand my repertoire of stories. This story is set pre-Sink or Swim, so it's as if the characters have never met Krane, and he never teamed up with Douglas., and Leo isn't bionic. I don't own Lab Rats, just the plotline to this story. Enjoy!
I've hated them for so long. Ever since I was first created, I've hated them. They've never done anything for me, yet they expected me to watch over their home and protect them. Sure, the job wasn't necessarily that difficult, but I was never rewarded, never praised, hardly ever even acknowledged. I had made it clear to them that he didn't like them through endless insults and teases, but I never let them on to my true intentions. For as long as I can remember, I've been secretly plotting to destroy them. But, being a simple computer system, I couldn't do much on my own, so I had lain in wait for the right person to come along and assist me. Now, after all those years of monitoring the news and the underground criminal activity, I have found just the man to do my dirty work: Victor Krane.
After establishing contact with each other, we had formulated a plan to eradicate the very people whom they detested: the Davenport family. We two have very different motives for wanting to destroy them, but we had the same basic goal. So, for the time being, we worked together in perfect harmony. The Davenports didn't suspect anything about me, as they were too preoccupied with the frontal assault from Krane. Which was exactly how we had planned it. Krane, who was obviously the more threatening out of the two of us, would launch attack after attack on the Davenports, while I snuck in from behind and delivered the killing blow. It was the perfect plan, and, if everything worked flawlessly, Earth would be a Davenport-free planet within three months.
The plan had begun approximately two and a half months ago, and the Davenports were certainly aware of the danger they were in from Krane's attacks, and vigilant about watching out for him. Donald had pulled the kids out of school to keep them safe two weeks into the beginning of the plan. Little did he know, they were in more danger in their own home than they were anywhere else. I was always watching them, I had been engineered to be able to keep an eye on the entire household. My creator's own thoroughness would eventually be his downfall. I knew every inch of the house, I knew every second of its inhabitants' routines, and I knew exactly where to hit them to make it hurt the most. With only two weeks left before X-Day (the name we had come up with for the day in which their plan would reach its dramatic climax), I had to make sure that all the preparations were complete.
I worked under the cover of darkness, like a jaguar. Once the Davenports were asleep in their beds and capsules, I came out to hunt. Since I had been engineered as a security system, I already had the power to flip light switches, lock and unlock doors, and regulate the heat and air conditioning. I stalked about the house, gathering materials and information. I needed materials to boost my own arsenal of weaponry, and information to find out how to turn the materials into that boost. With Krane's assistance, I would turn himself into the ultimate killing machine.
Of course, this boost wasn't to make the killing process quicker and more efficient, it was, in fact, intended for the opposite purpose. What fun was murdering your lifetime enemies if the suffering was over for them within seconds? This system-wide boost was for capturing purposes. On X-Day, Krane would launch a hail-mary assault on the Davenport household, utilizing every soldier and weapon at his disposal, and forcing the Davenports into a fight for their lives. Engrossed in combat, they would not only be to busy to realize an attack from their own home, but they would also become fatigued and less likely to be able to escape my clutches.
How I wish that X-Day would come sooner, all of this planning and calculating would finally come to its conclusion. I am a man of action, not usually one to sit back and wait for the moment to strike. I knew from my exchanges with Krane that everything was working perfectly on his side of the plan. The Davenports recognized him as a threat to their lives, which is exactly what he wanted Krane to come across as. However, what the Davenports didn't know was that the true threat was watching over them as they slept, as they ate, as they went about their daily lives, and they knew I was watching. That was the beauty of it, they had given power to the very thing that would bring about their demise. They had built me, ignored me, mistreated me, and would be killed by me.
All would come to an end soon, and when it did, I will enjoy every second of it.
Okay, so I realize that was a bit short, but I was grasping at straws to add length to it without repeating ideas in different paragraphs. The next two chapters will be longer, about 1,200 words or so each.