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Chapter 9
3rd Person POV
The helicopter landed in a gust of wind that whipped Bree's hair back. Douglas and Chase were apparently inside a rickety warehouse, built right next to the ruins of another building.
A faint gasp from Mr. Davenport answered the question ringing in Bree's mind: Why is this so familiar?
The answer was simple. This was the lab that had been destroyed in the not-so-distant past. Where she had felt the wrenching despair and desperation, where Chase had almost died.
Like rubbing salt into a wound.
But she could either let the pain ruin her...or she could use it.
Douglas had likely chosen this location to weaken them mentally. Recall feelings of tragedy and self-loathing.
He didn't anticipate her to recall her burning determination.
Thankfully Adam and Mr. Davenport were staying outside, in the helicopter. She didn't have to worry about them being mentally functional...yet.
And never before had she thought so lucky Adam's unconsciousness at this location after it was obliterated. Combine that lack of a mental image, and his obliviousness to their reactions, and this location had no impact on Adam.
She started to step out of the helicopter. Mr. Davenport, likely afraid she had let her emotions get the better of her again, grabbed her shoulder.
Looking back at him, she looked directly into his eyes and said quietly, yet reassuringly, "I've got this,".
He let her go. Bree and Adam cautiously entered the building.
Adam and Bree were prepared for the worst when they entered. They anticipated a brainwashed or corrupt Chase to battle them. Possibly watching Douglas laugh over their brother's dead body. Maybe Chase would be in the midst of some kind of torture when they eventually entered.
But they steeled their nerves and went in swinging, determined to save Chase or stop Douglas.
Preferably both.
They did not expect, however, for Douglas to be smiling at them and pressing a remote when they came to the heart of the building. They were somewhat relieved to see Chase appear unscathed, but very concerned by his clenched fists and closed eyes, not to mention the slight vibration radiating off of him.
"Hello Adam. Bree," Douglas said, nodding towards them.
"I figured if Chase saw his siblings die or be in torturous pain, he would either relent to save you, or be too emotionally weakened to resist the Triton App,".
He released his hold on the button, and Chase collapsed to the floor.
"Chase!" Bree cried, rushing towards him. Adam crouched near his two younger siblings, arms positioned defensively.
"Now, where is it?" Douglas muttered, shuffling through several drawers. "I can't possibly have mispla...Ah, here it is!" he exclaimed triumphantly, raising a sleek shotgun.
Loaded. Customized with two loaded bullets.
Anywhere he hit would be either excruciatingly painful or fatal.
"Who first?" Douglas asked gleefully.
His eyes locked in on Bree. "Bree, darling," he said, eyes glimmering. He pointed the shotgun at her neck.
"NO!" Out of nowhere, when she thought he was still to drained to function, Chase hurled himself at Douglas.
Douglas was shocked-he hadn't thought Chase had that much in him. He was just a bit too slow though.
The shot didn't hit Bree. But she would've preferred it that way.
Douglas and Chase dropped to the ground. Douglas shoved Chase off of himself, Chase gasping at the sudden movement.
Bree wanted to whimper, rush to his side and help him, slap him for jumping in front of the bullet, but she had to focus. The lunatic still had one shot.
And it was locked onto Adam, who was looking at Chase in alarm.
Bree suddenly understood why Chase had done what he had. She would've done the same.
She DID the same.
Things went fuzzy for one bionic teen, two bionic teens, both understanding that it heroism that send a lab rat not unintended for the bullet in front of the gun.
Sibling instinct did.
It was almost like they planned it. The one sibling left conscious and uninjured was the only one that could knock Douglas cold in one hit.
He rushed over to his siblings, finally knowing just how badly they had been hit.
Gasping, he ran upstairs, stumbling over his own feet.
Reaching the door, the speed at which he ran up combined with the gruesome image of his siblings and their injuries lying down there had him doubling over with nausea.
Spotting him, Mr. Davenport barked at Leo to stay inside the helicopter, and he sprinted towards a convulsing Adam.
"Adam! What happened? Where are Bree and Chase and Dou-" he was stopped by Adam looking up at him.
"Chas-Bree-he had a-gun-" Adam choked out.
"Adam, go to the helicopter and have Leo come out. Wait there, we'll bring Chase and Bree back out," Mr. Davenport said hurriedly.
Adam snapped out of his daze, getting how much of a hurry this might be.
Mr. Davenport was grateful that Adam didn't ask the one question he couldn't answer. "Will they be alright?".
Chapter 10
3rd Person POV
Leo appeared at his side.
"I couldn't put him through picking them up if they're that badly injured. I just couldn't do that to him after he went through that fight," Mr. Davenport said, crying, as a sort of explanation. He wanted to hug Leo when he saw that the boy was nodding in understanding.
Bracing themselves, they entered the lab.
Mr. Davenport understood why Adam had thrown up.
Bree and Chase had landed side to side, the blood from their injuries intermingling to form a giant pool.
Bree had gotten hit in the upper arm. Luckily, there was no sign of bone, and there was an exit wound.
Chase had gotten nailed just below his knee. That bullet had also exited and avoided bone.
Mr. Davenport sobbed with relief. This was so much better than what could've happened. From the brief information he had gathered from Adam upstairs...Bree would've been shot in the neck, Adam in the center of his back.
Everyone would be alive at the end of the day.
Except potentially one.
He shot Douglas, who was still out cold in the corner of the room, a look of the utmost loathing. Leo had started towards him, beginning to kick Douglas in the chest as hard as he could.
There was a time-yes, even after his children were mind-enslaved by the Triton App as a unit-that Donald would've stepped in and saved his brother from death. At least then, Douglas had the lowest, most measly and disgusting morale. But he had had morale then.
Now, he had played games with the lives and sanity of Adam, Bree and Chase. Even Leo, putting him through the aftermath of all of this.
There had been a time when he would've stopped Leo from kicking Douglas, worrying that Leo might actually land a fatal blow-messing up a rib or an organ.
Now, he felt nothing towards the man who was once his brother. Now, he was PRAYING that Douglas would die.
Then, and only then, would the Davenport family be safe.
Chapter 11
3rd Person POV
He and Leo carefully lifted first Bree, and later Chase, spreading them across the backseat.
The world's most sickening case of Deja vu.
Adam seemed to collapse with relief upon finding out that his siblings' injuries weren't as serious as they had initially appeared.
They were almost home, Leo almost finished patching up Bree's shoulder along with Chase's leg, when Adam stuck the knife in.
"Mr. Davenport, when we walked in, Douglas was pressing a remote button and Chase looked like he was going to faint from concentration. I don't want to scare you, but I think that was the Triton App-what if Douglas wakes up and still has control of it?" Adam asked worriedly.
"Don't worry Adam, the remote was destroyed," assured Mr. Davenport. "Anyway, when Douglas wakes up, he'll find himself in FBI custody. Don't worry Leo," Mr. Davenport said, looking in the helicopter mirror to see a wide-eyed, open-mouthed Leo. "Reasons for Douglass's capture are perfectly legal-he's wanted for blowing up the central Davenport Industries Lab, setting another bomb, and making other illegal weapons. The authorities don't know he created bionic teenagers,".
Mr. Davenport glanced at Adam. "Another successful mission," he said quietly. "Everything you guys have been through, and you haven't failed a mission yet,".
"The lab in Phoe-" Adam interjected, but Mr. Davenport cut him off.
"Remember? The information and technology blew up as well, since Douglas didn't have enough time to grab it after he threw the grenade. The point of the mission wasn't to have the technology and information alright-it's all backed up. The point was to make sure Douglas didn't have it," Mr. Davenport reminded him.
Adam nodded, somewhat absentmindedly.
"What?" Mr. Davenport asked warily.
"Douglas said that he wanted to either kill me and Bree or severely injure us, to get to Chase. I'm guessing that was a last resort, if not because the man has to draw the line somewhere with his concise-killing children!-then because it required some luck and quite a bit of work. What do you think he said or did to Chase before he did that?" Adam asked, voice cracking.
Mr. Davenport was initially stunned at Adam's amazing analysis of the situation, but his heart broke when he tried to think of a response. He wanted to tell Adam that since they had been contacted fairly shortly after Chase's disappearance, possibly nothing had happened. But Adam made too good of a point. Hurting or killing his siblings to get to Chase not only was a unspeakably cruel, even for Douglas,
to be anything but a last resort. There had been 38 hours between him contacting them and when Chase initially disappeared.
Mr. Davenport responded, "I honestly don't know Adam. And I don't know whether or not we ever will,".
The three alert sets of eyes in the helicopter stared at Chase, grief-stricken.
Chapter 12
3rd Person POV
When everyone was home and down in the lab, Tasha patching up the injuries a bit better, Mr. Davenport realized that the toll of everything that had happened had impacted Leo and Tasha more than he had realized.
Leo was generally expected to wait or help out with his injured siblings without a word. Tasha usually sat at home, anxiously waiting for the news that everything was fine. Hopefully.
They had become just as much a part of the family, a crucial backbone through everything.
Mr. Davenport allowed this to register once Bree and Chase were dubbed alright and expected to regain consciousness by the end of the day. Without warning, he stood up and hugged his wife. Tasha squeezed back.
"So this was what it was like for Bree," Adam said quietly, watching Bree and Chase rest in their capsules,"only worse,".
How did you respond to that? How did you respond when someone was exposed to truths they should never have to be?
They all just sat in silence.
An hour later, the sound of a knock on glass jolted them all out of it.
"Can I come out?" an awake Chase asked.
Everyone's faces lit up.
"Take it easy," Mr. Davenport cautioned. He shouldn't have let Chase out of his capsule yet, but something told him a little more recovery time would be worth having Chase truly alive again.
He was barely out when Adam caught him in a bear hug.
"Mmph!" Chase protested, arms flailing as Leo snickered.
Adam helped him sit in his normal position on the counter.
After the initial rush of seeing almost everybody healthy and well, Chase's smile dimmed a tad.
"What?" Mr. Davenport inquired, fearful that a scan or something of the type was faulty.
But the pain turned out to not be physical. In response to Mr. Davenport's question, Chase turned his head towards a bandaged but unconscious Bree.
"She'll be fine Chase. The wound will heal itself in a few days, and she should be awake by tonight,".
Chase nodded, but his expression was still slightly dark.
Bree opened her eyes. Seeing familiar-and doubly relieved- faces around her, she exited her capsule and joined the conversation.
Mr. Davenport was concerned to see that Chase's expression was still grim, even after seeing Bree almost fully recovered with his own eyes.
"Chase," Mr. Davenport said in alarm. "It's okay. You can relax. Douglas will be locked up, everybody's fine. We're back to being a family,".
"A family that doesn't keep secrets from each other?" Chase asked tentatively.
"Yes," Mr. Davenport answered with conviction.
He expected Chase to brighten. Instead, his eyes clouded over.
"You do understand that if you keep a lie going, and the victim finds out about it, the end result is ten times worse than it would've originally been, right?" Chase asked, voice cracking.
Mr. Davenport stared at him blankly.
"I mean, I get that you thought it would be better to put up a wall between us and you than for there to be a wall between you all and me, but the wall's there if one of us knows about it. I guess now, two of us know about it," Chase continued, starting to cry.
Mr. Davenport was incredibly worried by now. What wa-? Then it hit him. He closed his eyes, as though that would prevent this from happening.
"What are you talking about?" Bree voiced Mr. Davenport's first thought.
"Douglas isn't the father of all three of us. Mr. Davenport is you and Adam's father. We all share the same mother, so I guess we're half-siblings, but Douglas is my Dad," Chase said. Pain, hurt, disgust, shame, and grief flashed through his watery eyes.
Everyone turned to Mr. Davenport.
"That can't be true?" Bree said, but it sounded like a question. She looked at Mr. Davenport, begging him to prove it incorrect. But he had to answer Chase first.
"Listen, Chase-" Mr. Davenport started.
"Don't bother," Chase snarled. "I can see the uncertainty in your eyes just as well as I saw the conviction in Douglas's,".
Chase turned on his one good heal, and limped towards the elevator.
As the door to the main room of the lab was closing, Mr. Davenport moved to follow Chase.
"Don't," Tasha said. "I'll make sure he's in the house. You've got some things to straighten out," she looked pointedly towards where the three baffled siblings were waiting, still downstairs.
As Tasha left, Leo turned to Mr. Davenport.
"IS Douglas Chase's father?" he asked.
Mr. Davenport responded with the only answer he thought fully accurate to the situation.
"Yes, and No,".
Chapter 13
3rd Person POV
Adam, Bree, and Leo were looking for a yes or a no to that question.
Not really both.
"What? How? Both?" they pelted him.
He raised a hand to ward them off. Then he began the complex explanation of how Adam, Bree, and Chase came to be.
"Initially, Douglas was married. She helped the work of Davenport Industries before Douglas went psychotic. We developed a way for children to be born with a genetic code identical to a female they were born from. An injection not only provided her with a baby growing, provided she was healthy and didn't do anything to prevent it's existence, but also for said baby to have the exact same genetic code as she did.
Douglas's wife offered to have the first children born this way. I injected her twice with a gap of a year between the two. We did it to see if it would work designed to create a boy," he said, nodding towards Adam, "and a girl," nodding towards Bree.
"Douglas was infuriated by this. Since most definitions of a father weren't scientifically accurate with the new formula, he insisted that the father would be the person responsible for the child being there-the injector. Therefore, in his eyes, I am your father," he told Adam and Bree.
Some things still needed clarification, but as Bree was about to ask her questions, Mr. Davenport continued. "Since Douglas believed that I was the "father" of his wife's two kids, he insisted on injecting her a third time-this resulted in Chase," he finished.
The truth dawned on Adam and Bree. "So, Douglas saying he was Chase's father and you were ours was true in his mind, hence Chase not detecting a lie, but it's not technically true because we have no father. Just a mother," Bree concluded.
Mr. Davenport nodded. "He experimented with his bionic chips on all three of you because he had custody of you-I thought that would subdue his anger towards me being the "Dad" of three of his wife's kids. He said he was the father of all three of you back when we were all trapped to make all three of you mentally weakened, and since I didn't have time to deny that, reassure Chase that he was a full sibling to you two, and explain everything enough to make sense before the Triton App would've been ready, I went with it," he finished.
Adam, Bree, and Leo had to admit that it all made sense.
"So...are we even human if that's how we were born?" Adam asked, eyebrows scrunched.
Bree winced. She hadn't wanted to go there.
But Mr. Davenport only laughed. "You three are very human," he assured them. "Just with a more precise genetic code,". He paused.
"And you know...the whole bionic thing,".
Rolling her eyes, Bree grabbed Adam and Leo and raced them upstairs.
It took awhile to explain everything to Chase, but the relief evident on his face once they had finished made it worth it.
"So we're 100% siblings and humans," he concluded.
"Yup!" said Adam proudly.
"Well you're not identical," Mr. Davenport admitted. "The injection was faulty, so you're not all the same. Thank god for that. It kind of turned out to split her personality into three similar yet very different parts, along with your eye colors-Chase got green while Adam and Bree have brown because her eyes were hazel," he added.
"One question," Chase said, looking at Mr. Davenport. "Who was Douglass's wife?"
Mr. Davenport's face softened. "A woman named Molly," he said finally. "She was intelligent, beautiful, and extremely funny. I was happy my brother found her and I was happy to gain her as a friend. She died a few months after Chase was born in a nuclear explosion. In fact, her death made Douglas colder. The following week, he backstabbed me and installed the chips into you three," he finished.
Behind every evil villain is a very unlucky human.
The end!
Now for important author's note!
I will be retiring from fanfic until the first week in June-when my school gets out for summer. I will then be writing a hunger games fanfic for what happened in the 25th Hunger Games.
Until then, I would like to thank all my loyal and amazing reviewers. Dremer4evera, you were my first ever reviewer, and I will always adore you and your stories. Happy sixteenth birthday! You do not deserve the things that happened to you and I hope they clear up soon! Moonlitshadowofthehumansoul, your writing skills astound me, and as with dreamer, your generous gift to the world has been repayed with tradgedy. I know I, and almost anyone else in the world, would die if that happened to their pet. I hope your pet's ok…..but sunny thoughts to you too! AllAmericanSlurp, Guests, TheBritishWannabe, and Kriskat, you all have helped me discover my voice as an author and you guys have forever inspired me.
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