Chapter 9- More secrets- more trouble

Donald Davenport entered Mission Creek High fuming and rushed over the entrance of the music classroom. He briskly opened the door, making Sofia jump. She turned eagerly on her high-heels, but smiled widely as she saw Donald.

'Oh, Donald, did you decide to pay a visit?', she asked tenderly.

Donald huffed and answered:

'Of course not, I am here to give you an ultimatum to leave the city. You have nothing to do with this family anymore- your choice not mine!'

Sofia's smile disappeared on instant, being replaced by a cold smirk.

'Do you really think that you can threaten me? And because you don't want me to see my children? Come on, Donald you were smarter in the old times!'

'Very well, then, you give me no other choice, Sofia.', Donald said, pulling his ice pistol out and pointing it to Sofia. What surprised him the most was that Sofia had a similar one in her hand.

She smirked again and said:

'You seem surprised Donald! What? Can't women use guns,

too?'

'Well yes, but how did you get a plasma pistol?!', he said, pulling the ice pistol back in his pocket.

'Oh well,', Sofia said while waving with the gun, 'being the main provider of the US army has some advantages...'

'What?', Donald exclaimed not believing his ears. 'I'm the main provider!'

'Right, about that- you are no more. Looks like they admire more the original thoughts of women, then your "improved devices"-here Sofia mocked Donald-not even children with bionics was your plan? It was Douglas' idea!'

'And a very bad one, as you know!', Donald yelled at her.

'Yes, and when had realized that, what did you do?! Put bionics into Chase, of course!'

'What I did-', Donald started to say way lot calmer, but was interrupted by Sofia's roar of anger:

'What you did was crap and I will do anything that is needed to protect those three innocent children from you, using the Army if it is needed. Now get out and never come back!'

Sofia's exclamations boomed over the corridors of the school, and in all the classrooms, so Donald, literally scared to death, rushed to exit the music classroom and drive back home.

Little did the two adults know about Marcus, who was spying from a far corner of a dark corridor, hearing the whole conversation. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed his father's phone number. The latter picked up promptly:

'How's it going?', he asked.

'Perfect, although we have a minor problem...'

His father snapped over the phone, hurting Marcus's hearing:

'AND THAT IS?'

Marcus cleared his throat and said:

'Sofia is here.'

The silence that fell over the line worried Marcus of the worse.

At the Davenport House...

'Do you think that Chase is going to be fine?', Adam asked Bree, but she didn't answer immediately, thinking about the right answer.

'Well, I don't know... Having in view all that happened in the last days... Chase almost dying, stopping Davenport from turning him into a living nuke an dealing with a mysterious figure that wants us all dead- it's like a plot in a book, the problem is that all this is happening, you know? I have to say, I am not fine, all this drives me crazy!', she said, rising her voice a little, but calming down a little as she saw how thoughtful Adam was: it was so unusual.

'I wonder why Davenport was so mad on Chase for singing.'

Bree considered Adam's question for a moment and then answered:

'Maybe it has something to do with his abilities...'

'No,', Adam said, 'I think is something else, personal.'

Bree huffed, facing Adam.

'Davenport and feelings?! Good one!'

'It's not like he's heartless, right? I mean he married Tasha, didn't he?'

'Yes, and also inserted bionics into children and tried to create a bionic army...', Bree said, still fuming a little.

'To be honest, is not Davenport the one that worries me, but that D that he mentioned in the Journal. I have the slight feeling that he is very bad...'

Bree nodded, agreeing with Adam as they entered the lab, finding it empty.

'Where's Chase?', Bree asked panicking.

Far away...

Superspeeding towards Mission Creek High was Chase, not caring about Davenport, his siblings or people that might see a moving blur. He was going to sing out loud and nothing was going to stop him.

As he reached the parking lot, a gruesome view caught his attention: in a pool of a stinking red fluid, that Chase quickly guessed was blood, was Sofia, breathing heavily and not at all conscious. Chase quickly dialed 911, his heart being at an abnormal rate.