Chase's POV

I wake up and look around. The room was a mess, and Leo was on floor in a pool of blood. I look in the corner to see my brother, and sister. I saw it... The thing I didn't want to see the most. Terror! Terror in there eyes. They looked at me afraid of what I might due. Mr. Davenport looks at me with the same look. Tasha doesn't have a look. She shows no emotions. She doesn't know what emotions to show. After looking at the faces my eye's widened, and one word popped in my head. "Spike." I say Everyone looks at each other, and nod. I was scared of what might happen to Leo, and I was ashamed of what I did. As soon as that word came out I sprinted out the door. I didn't know where I was going, but I know one things for sure. I am a monster, they don't want me. They were scared of me. So I run. I run as fast as I can.

Davenports' POV

He sprints out the door. I want to go after him, but something stopped me. I had to help Leo. So I start to order people around. "I'm going to take Leo downstairs, and look over him. Tasha do you mind cleaning this mess up."

"Of course." She says

"Thank you I will let you know once I know anything. Bree, please use your superspeed, and go get your brother. Don't frighten him. He is as fragile, maybe even more, than all of us. Adam I need your help to take Leo down to the lab." Everyone understood orders, no one argued. I just hope things turn around soon.

Bree's POV

I superspeed out of the house, and get all the way to the end of the street. There is a bench that Chase is sitting on. Crying, He is crying his heart out. So I sit down next to him. He looks up, and says. "What are you doing here? I'm a monster."

"Your not a monster." I reply. "You just need help getting over your fears. I know he only came out, because you were scared. What other reason was there. You were asleep. No one could have made you mad."

"I don't care what happened. All I know is that I'm a monster, out of control. Please get away from me before I hurt you too." He says

"Chase, I..." I don't finish when he puts up his force field, more force fully then ever. I get pushed to the ground. My knee was scraped up by the concrete.

"Oh, my gosh Bree I-I didn't..." He comes toward me, but backs away. "You need to leave." He says. I look at him with saddened eyes.

"I'm not leaving with out you." I say getting up. "No matter what you have done." He looks at me. With hurt in his eyes.

"Do you mean that?" He asked.

"Yes, very much." He breaks down crying.

"I'm so sorry I don't know what has gotten into me." I look at him.

"Hey, Chase It's ok." He stops crying, but I know he is choked up. He looks at me, and realizes i'm on the ground. So he picks me up, and carry's me all the way home.

Tasha's POV

I finish cleaning up when Chase walks in carrying, Bree. "Oh my gosh, What happened." He doesn't answer. Sets her on the couch, and goes upstairs. He comes back down with alcohol, and the wrap that I keep just in case.

"This will sting a little. He tells, Bree." When he pours the liquid on her knee she cry's out in pain. He wraps the bandage around her knee. Then goes to the closet to get the spare crutches. "Here you may not be able to walk for a little bit." Donald then comes up. He looks at Bree, and asks.

"What happened?" He asked.

I just look at him, and shake my head "We will talk at dinner." Chase looks at me as if to say "Do we have to?" but I shake it off.

"Well, I have a diagnoses for Leo." He says.

"Ok, let's go downstairs." Bree gets her crutches, and stands up. Unfortunately Chase sits down on the couch. "Chase don't you want to come?" He shakes his head no. I just sigh, but go downstairs.

"Um, I don't know how to say this, but he is pluralized in both his arms, and legs. The only way I know to help him is to give him bionics."

I start to tear up. My baby boy was hurt, it wasn't Chases fault, but I felt like it was. "Well, do what you have to do then." I say sadly. I go upstairs to check on chase, but he wasn't on the couch. All of a sudden I hear a crash, and a scream in the bathroom. I run in there, and see Chase trembling, and trying to wrap his hand in toilet paper. I just walk in, and sit on the ground next to him. He cry's into my shirt. Chase may not be my kid biologically, but he is my stepson. I'm going to do what I can to help him. "It's not your fault." I tell him. Donald then walks in and looks at the scene right in front of him. He just sits down on the other side of chase, and we cry. All of us just cry.

Mr. Davenports POV

We cry for a few minutes. I cry for my stepson, my son, and everything that has gone bad in just a few weeks. I finally look up at Tasha and say "It's done. Leo's bionic." She just nods when Chase looks up with wide eyes.

"What?"