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Chapter 4: Betrayal

Adam and Chase raced to Bree's capsule, which had now begun to fill up with smoke. Chase pulled desperately at the door, but it wouldn't budge. Bree's screams continued.

"Bree!" Chase bellowed, pounding on the glass of the capsule.

"Wait! Chase, I have an idea!" Adam exclaimed.

"You do?" Chase asked in bewilderment; Adam rarely came up with the ideas. "Is it a good one?"

"Let's find out," Adam replied. Taking a deep breath, he punched the glass of Bree's capsule, shattering it on impact. Bree collapsed into Adam's open arms, coughing and whimpering in pain. Adam brought her quickly over to the cyber desk, laying her down gently. She squirmed as she lay there, her hands glued to the back of her neck.

"Douglas! Big D! Superman! Harry Potter! Do something!" Leo cried, his eyes wide as he watched Bree. Douglas and Mr. Davenport snapped out of their shocked trance.

"Donnie! Where's your chip extractor?"

"Cabinet near the elevator; second drawer from the top!" Douglas rushed to follow his instructions while Mr. Davenport held Bree's hand in attempt to calm her down.

Douglas raced back in with the chip extractor.

"Aw, you don't have the portable ones?!"

"No, I do not! These kids have legs; they can walk to their capsules!"

"Oh, yeah?! Well, what if they're three seconds from passing out?!" Douglas cried, angrily. Mr. Davenport rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'll just make it into a portable one," Douglas muttered to himself, taking a screwdriver out of his back pocket.

"You owe me a new chip extractor!"

"I'm saving your kid's life!"

Mr. Davenport opened his mouth to retort, but found he couldn't come up with a comeback.

"There! Done!" Douglas ran in with a mangled chip extractor, handing it to Mr. Davenport. He pushed a button on the side of the device while Douglas sat Bree up slightly.

"Okay, Bree, this is going to hurt," he whispered, pushing her hair to the side and pressing the chip extractor against the back of her neck. Bree cried out. "I know, I know, I'm sorry! A few more seconds, Bree. 3… 2… 1… Okay, you're done!" Bree slumped forward, falling unconscious once more. Douglas jumped and caught her before she could fall, laying her back down on the cyber desk. Mr. Davenport took the defective chip over to his computer, fumbling with it in his fingers. He set it on his desk and made his way over to where Douglas was standing.

"Oh, Bree," Adam whispered, resting his head on her chest. He closed his eyes, listening to the slow beat of her heart. "I'm so sorry." His words were muffled by the cloth of Bree's shirt.

Douglas and Mr. Davenport watched sadly from afar.

"What are we gonna do, Donnie? None of our designs worked," Douglas muttered.

"I don't know, Douglas… But we'll figure it out. W-We have to."

"Yeah, but that's what I'm afraid of. Don, what if we can't make Bree another chip? What are we gonna do then?" Douglas asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Douglas… If we can't figure this out, then she's going to die," Mr. Davenport murmured. Douglas could hear the depression in his voice. "I-I can't let that happen."

"And we won't Donnie. You and I, we can do this. But only if we work together."

Mr. Davenport nodded. He needed to save Bree. And from what he saw just a few minutes ago, Douglas was fully capable of helping him do that.

"Together."

It was night time by now, and Douglas and Mr. Davenport were still hard at work. Douglas sat beside Bree at the cyber desk, tinkering with the chip he had designed. Mr. Davenport talked with Chase at his computer, going over codes he could write differently to improve the chip Douglas had made for Bree.

Adam and Leo sat in chairs, trying to keep themselves awake, but their efforts were futile. Adam had begun to snore, and Leo mumbled something every few seconds in his sleep.

Chase finished talking with Mr. Davenport and made his way over to his two brothers, stifling a laugh. He shook both of their shoulders, and they jolted awake.

"C'mon, you two. Mr. Davenport said we can go to sleep now," Chase told them, pulling at their wrists.

"Aw, man. I was having the best dream," Adam muttered tiredly.

"Yeah? What was it about?" Chase asked.

"I don't know," Adam answered, shrugging. Chase rolled his eyes and stopped to give Bree a small kiss on the forehead. He gave a small wave to Leo, Douglas, and Mr. Davenport as they exited the lab.

Adam kissed Bree on the cheek and stepped inside his capsule, falling asleep instantly. Chase smiled and stepped inside his capsule as well, looking once more at his sister. We'll figure this out, Bree. I promise, he thought to himself before closing his eyes.

Chase shifted in his capsule, mumbling, "N-No. D-Don't do this Bree. N-No!"

Bree lay dangerously still on the cyber desk, surrounded by the rest of her family. Chase desperately searched his sister for a pulse, but found none. "Bree! Bree, please, no!"

"Bree… B-Bree," he murmured, shifting again. "Please, no…"

Chase took Bree's cold hand in his. He put his head down, sobbing into Bree's chest. "I-I'm so sorry, Bree," he choked out. "I'm so sorry."

Chase felt sweat begin to pour down his face.

Chase trudged into the lab, finding Adam sitting on top of the cyber desk. "Adam… Have you seen Bree? I need to ask her about our English project," he told his older brother. Adam glared at him.

"Chase, that isn't funny. Bree's gone, and you know she is."

Chase's eyes shot open. "It was just a dream," he whispered, breathing heavily. He pushed his capsule door open, rushing over to the cyber desk. He ran his hands over the surface of the desk, searching for his sister. "Bree?" He ran over to the lab's control panel, flipping on the lights. He looked to the cyber desk, and gasped loudly. Bree was gone.

Chase raced over to Adam's capsule, pounding on the door.

"Geez, Chase. I'm trying to sleep here," Adam grumbled. "What do you want?"

"Adam! Bree's gone!" Chase cried.

"She's what?!" Adam shouted.

The two brothers rushed into the elevator.

"Mr. Davenport! Leo! Douglas! Tasha! Whoever else lives in this house!" Adam called frantically.

Mr. Davenport and Tasha ran down the stairs, followed slowly by Douglas and Leo.

"What do you guys want?" Douglas asked, stumbling into the living room.

"Bree's gone! She's not here! Nowhere to be found! Absent from the premises! Is not-"

"Chase! We get it! W-When did this happen?!" Mr. Davenport asked.

"I-I don't know! I-I had a nightmare so I woke up, and I went to go check on Bree, and s-she was just… Gone," Chase whispered.

"Let's get down to the lab!"

The Davenport family crowded into the elevator, following Mr. Davenport's orders. There was complete silence as it descended; everyone was too shocked to really say anything.

Once the doors opened, the family rushed into the lab. Everyone scanned the room, and realized Chase was right. Bree was gone.

"How could this happen?! Who would want-"

A screen on the lab's wall suddenly crackled to life. Displayed on the screen was a place that looked somewhat like the warehouse Douglas had lured Adam, Bree, and Chase to when they'd run away from home. In the center of the room, Bree was strapped to a chair, a flickering lamp shining above her.

"Bree!" Chase called out. "Where is this coming from?"

"I-I don't know," Leo said, shrugging. He tapped his tablet a few times. "Something's blocking me from identifying the location."

"Maybe I can help you guys out," a sudden voice said. Chase's eyes widened. That voice sounded familiar. He turned to the screen.

"No! You?! Why would you do this?!" Chase cried angrily, pushing his family members out of the way. "She trusted you! I-I trusted you!"

"Well… It seems that you've put your faith in the wrong person."

Ahhh! Who do you guys think took Bree? I have it all planned out, but I'd be curious to hear your ideas! Loved it? Hated it? Let me know! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, your kind words inspire me! See you guys next chapter!