I hope this chapter satisfies you! After reading all the possible reviews, I felt super inspired and I sat down and wrote out the story plan and a few chapters for this story. I think I'll finish writing this story by the end of the week, but the updates will probably stay every Monday. I like lengthening your waits, I'm evil, lol! :D Hmm I wanted to say something...OH this story is planned to have 14 chapters as of now. And just for future reference, any information about my stories is available on my profile under the 'My Stories' Tab. That's it, and please read and enjoy!
After Davenport woke up, it felt like a hammer was pounding on the side of his head. With Davenport out, the remaining siblings hadn't known what to do- and as a result, the three of them had also been knocked out and tied to various objects around the room. Adam's chains were the special ones that Chase had made once- chains that even Adam couldn't break.
Davenport growled at his pain, wincing in the effort to keep silent, but Chase's super hearing picked it up.
He was in a revolving chair, and when he spun around, only the pounding hell at Davenport's head kept him from laughing out loud.
Chase was dressed in black, tight pants that stuck to his legs tightly, along with a black leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders. The odd clothing choice reminded Davenport of somebody who'd once said he'd love to have clothes like those, but the pounding in Davenport's head wouldn't let him think straight, or he'd have known. He'd have known that Douglas was in fact, controlling Chase. But the demon in his head had fumbled his mind, so for right now, the secret would remain- well, secret.
"So the genius billionaire is awake." Chase snarled, getting up. Davenport groggily noticed the slightly heeled leather boots on his feet, setting off an alarm in his head, though he couldn't remember why.
Davenport froze as the throbbing in his head continued, getting faster than his pounding heartbeat. The clicks of Chase's leather boots as he sauntered agonizingly slowly over to Donald sent bile crawling up his throat. He clenched his teeth and looked up at Chase. Through is pain, he managed to groan, "Why are you doing his, Chase?"
Chase dropped into a squat in front of his father with a grin. He grabbed Davenport's chin roughly and tilted it upwards. "Why am I doing this, you say?" Chase laughed with the classical villain touch. "You have a bad memory, father. I'm doing it as revenge." Chase stood up and dusted his hands off, as if he'd touched something very, very dusty. "You don't know how good it feel to get back at someone who's wronged you." He said, sticking one hand in his pocket and running the other through his spiky hair.
Davenport watched and Chase continued to pace the room, casting satisfied looks at his captives. To Donald's dismay, the elevator doors opened, and Tasha walked in.
"Welcome to the party, Tasha." Chase grinned, as if he'd been expecting her all along.
~Amnesia~
Tasha wanted to cry. Here she was, roughly tied up next to her knocked-out son by her youngest step-son who was wearing an ugly black outfit. Could it get any worse?
"Leo?" She whispered, nudging her son with her shoulder, worry etched into her face. But Leo didn't stir. Hoping it was all fine, she glared at Chase, the boy she'd come to love almost as much as her own son. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, before realization dawned on her face. "It's Spike, isn't it?"
But the comment just caused Chase to give a little chuckle. "Nope, not Spike. Just Chase. The Chase who'd help you with the chores when everyone else ditched you, the Chase who'd use the recipe book in his head to help better your otherwise horrible cooking and let you take credit for it, the Chase who'd file your taxes and listen to you rant about you coworkers and your career endlessly, and the Chase who'd stay with you when you felt alone." Chase sat down, arms laying on the armrests of the chair, relaxed. "The Chase you learned to love, even if you weren't sure about him at first." Chase finished quietly, reducing Tasha to a horrified mess of tears.
"Chase," Tasha said, wanting to reach out to the tortured looking boy. "What's wrong? Why are you doing this?"
Chase's brown, dormant looking eyes flared up with such white-hot anger that Tasha felt her face flush in fear. "What's wrong, why are you doing this?" Chase mimicked in a high voice, eyes getting even angrier by the second. "You think it's all so simple? I'm the kid living in you guise's shadows, I'm the brain but I get no credit, I'm the doormat." Chase yelled.
Douglas was speaking as much for Chase as he'd been speaking for himself. Life wasn't fair.
"All I ever wanted," Chase said to Tasha, face crumpled up in what looked like half disgust and half inner pain, "Was to fit in and be a part of this family, of the society. But when I'm out there, people ridicule me for the way I act, my height, the way I look, and my only talent- being smart! And most bullied kids get refuge at home- but no. The worst bullies in my life are right here. In this house. They say that words can't hurt you, but I know that they can. Others say that nothing hurts as much as words- but do you think the constant abuse I get around here- being the butt of every joke, getting thrown around by Adam and the others, all this, isn't just as bad? And you and Donald here watch while it happens. You don't step in or discourage it- you just watch. Do you know how it feels to be abused like that, for there to be no escape, no matter where you go, and worse- to have the people you trusted most watch while someone you love abuses you?"
Tasha and Davenport started, eyebrows bunched together in shame. So deep into his pained speech, Chase hadn't even noticed that Bree and Leo had both woken up. Adam was still knocked out, having taking most of the hits to protect his siblings.
Chase turned away, as if he'd said too much. But inside, Douglas was just as angry as he was pretending to be. He wasn't talking about Chase so much anymore- he was talking more about himself.
It was horrible. Growing up, he'd been bullied by everyone, just as Chase had, just to come home to a brother who wasn't as good as him, but yet, always had the upper hand. He'd constantly torment Douglas, even with their parents watching, who wouldn't say a thing unless Douglas was the one to hurt Donald. Then they'd give Douglas a talk about him being the mature one and this and that- but they never listened. They claimed that 'Donald doesn't mean any harm, let him have his fun, he's a bit immature for his age.' and all that shit he spouted and probably driven him to this teetering point in his sanity. It had made him a villain.
But seeing the raw pain and betrayal etched into Tasha and Davenport's faces almost made him reliving his turmoil worth it. All the same pain he went through- a trusted one betraying them so horribly- being bestowed upon the one who betrayed him made Douglas laugh.
And teary eyed, helpless Bree, along with open mouthed Leo and the betrayed adults watched in quiet horror as Chase's anger at the adults turn to a sick satisfaction at their pain, and then he full out laughed a villain laugh, the glee twisting evilly in his stomach like a poisonous snake. It felt so good. All that pent up hatred in his chest was flaring as he saw tears hit the ground, the flames that had filled his lungs for so long burn as the air reached them. He laughed. And he laughed. And he laughed.
He mouth stretched into a bigger smile than before, fingers curling into fists as adrenaline pumped through his veins like a car revving up. Oh, god, it felt so freaking good.
He whirled, the jacket whipping around him with a smack, and he made his way across the silver lab to his adopted sister, chained to a pole.
He reached out to her, ready to give her a sweet smile before watching her die when a blue spark zapped his hand painfully. He cried out, hand going limp for a few seconds before Chase tried to regain his senses in it. His fingers twitched, and he managed to shake his hand a bit, trying to get rid of the painful, stinging, sensation.
"What the hell?" Chase growled, gritting his teeth as he reached for Bree again, and she looked on, her tears dried up and her mouth open in surprise.
Bree had already prayed to god and was ready for death, but then that happened. She wasn't sure what to think. What had happened.
She saw Chase whirl around again though her blurry eyesight.
"What did you do?" He asked Davenport angrily.
"I didn't manage to turn your chip off, but I did make sure you couldn't get in three feet of a chip." Davenport grumbled, still in pain. Bree noticed with a wince that the entire side of his head was red and a trickle of blood was dripping off his chin. That was bad. What if Davenport's head was injured internally, or there was a blood clot, or a concussion? All of those could be life-threatening if they were bad enough,
She had to do something.
She was in the best condition of anyone here. She had super speed and invisibility, mainly, and Tasha looked broken, and from the looks of it, Davenport was broken, as it wasn't just mentally Bree was talking about. Leo could help, she decided- he wasn't completely useless. He knew how to use a gun and mess up inventions, so maybe that could help for something. After all, what fighting powers did Chase have, really?
She tried to turn invisible. But for whatever reason, it wouldn't work. The chains just glowed blue.
"Did you think I wouldn't have thought of that?" Chase asked, whirling around again, face in a snarl as he glanced at the glowing chains and Bree's failed escape attempt. He threw a glare at Davenport.
"Fine, if you want it to be that way, I'll just have to choke her to death extra painfully with my molecular kinesis." Bree was about ready to pass out. Tasha scrunched her eyes up, not wanting to see, and Leo was frozen again.
"No, Chase!" Tasha cried weakly, but there was no point to her plea, she knew.
Thanks for reading, and the next chapter might get a bit graphic (I'm not sure yet) but I know it might include some torture with electricity...I'm not completely sure. But if you'd rather not read it, please tell me and I can send you a version without the torture or something- you know. :D
~Lea
