OMG PEOPLE! I AM SO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T UPDATE FOR FOUR FREAKING WEEKS! Last week SHOULD'VE been the last chapter if I'd stuck with my weekly chapter thing, but of course, it's still on the 10th chapter. :/

Sorry guys! But I'm gonna try my very hardest to get the story done before the end of the year! I have ten weeks left in the year and only four chapters, I believe, so I think I can finish if I try hard enough!

But you guys are gonna have to help too! That means a lot of reviewing, PMing, over-internet-motivation-scolding, and etc. Believe me, if you yell at me, that'll make me update, not make me mad. :D

So I hope I can finish this story soon, because I'm super excited and already finished writing 1/3 of the 11th chapter. But sadly, the next four chapters are gonna be slightly hard to write for me, especially the 11th one. :/ I hope I can successfully write it though- I'm open to constructive criticism.

Anyways, enough of my rambling. This is what I would call the 'climatic' chapter, so I hope you enjoy!

Douglas turned away after yelling at Donald, and Davenport knew it was his chance. He twisted around to face Leo and Tasha when Douglas turned his back.

"Leo!" He mouthed, trying to keep his movements as quiet as possible. Luckily, Douglas was too busy to notice this.

Leo looked at Davenport's mouthings in confusion. It looked like he was saying 'Make him mad', but that was insane. Leo tried to figure out what else the words could mean. Tasha was having no better luck.

Davenport finally gave up on Tasha and Leo. Bree was watching everything quietly from inside the capsule, and Adam was laying on the ground, still beaten.

It was up to him.

Gathering any energy he had left, he looked hatefully at Douglas's back and calmed himself down. The best way to insult someone was to remain calm while doing it. That would make Douglas madder than anything. Would he hurt Donald? Most probably. But would it would it be worth it?

That was a question Donald could not answer, and he wouldn't doubt himself trying to- he was gonna jump into this headfirst like the inner teenager he still was.

"Nice clothes, Dougie." Donald smirked, the laid back coolness evident in his voice, though he was trying to keep himself from shuddering in pain.

Douglas swirled around. "Where'd you get them, the villain's store for the short and fat?" If Donald hadn't already been wincing in pain, he'd be wincing at the horrible insult that he'd just hurled at his brother.

Douglas laughed. "What are you trying to pull, Donnie?" He asked, still chuckling.

"I'm just trying to be concerned about you." Donald said, with a smile. "There isn't a person as worthless as you are, after all. You should get a prize…..oh right, never mind, nobody cares."

It was a weak remark, and Donald knew it. But his bleeding head couldn't think of anything better. He recalled Douglas's speech as Chase from earlier.

"All I ever wanted, 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?"

Now that Donald realized that it was Douglas talking, he could see his childhood in the words.

He had been one to throw Douglas down.

His mother and father had watched while it happened.

It hadn't been Chase speaking, it was Douglas. But then again, he could see Chase in those words too. Davenport took a deep breath. Once this was all over, he needed to give Chase a huge hug and apologize for anything he'd ever, ever done. He was so, so, so sorry. He meant it this time, and he hoped Chase wouldn't be vengeful like Douglas.

But if he was, Donald probably wouldn't even think him wrong for it. Because the more he thought about Douglas's speech earlier, the truer it seemed.

"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?"

Donald didn't. He'd always been the alpha sibling, the one who'd bully Douglas, the favorite. He didn't know how to felt. And it felt so wrong, insulting this bundle of depressing of emotions when he knew how much it'd hurt, seeing those twisted, pained expressions on Chase's face instead of Douglas's, and seeing Douglas in Chase's face.

But it needed to be done. It was for his Chase. For his little Chase-y. The one he'd sworn to protect.

While Davenport might not be the best person, but he didn't break his promises. Most of the time. But this one, he wouldn't break.

"Deal with it Douglas, you're a freak. You wouldn't fit in anywhere." Davenport said, forcing a smile onto his face, a smile that looked he was amused by Douglas's pain. A sick, twisted smile. "Why do you think I hated you? What about Mom, and Dad? Why do you think they never protected you or told me to stop bullying you?"

Douglas seethed, gritting his teeth together. Donald hissed in pain as Douglas's fist connected with his jaw. But it was working, he was sure. Or, he hoped. But Donald didn't have time for doubt. The time to act was now.

~Amnesia~

Douglas's breath hitched as he saw Donald reel back in pain with a hiss and inch forward again. He'd been so angry he'd forgotten to access his inner superstrength. But now it didn't matter. What was done was done. He wanted to hit Donald again, and again, but he wouldn't use the super-strength. No, Donald had to feel every punch like Douglas had when he was little.

Every wound.

He would not put Donald out of his misery so easily.

He reached forward to grab Donald's collar and go for another punch, but Adam cried out. "Don't touch him!" He yelled, eyes still swollen from the time they'd spend closed.

Douglas dropped Donald with a thump.

By now, Leo had gotten the message. Donald had, indeed, meant 'make him mad'. And if there was one thing Leo was good at, it was accidentally offending people. But this time, it would be purposeful. He twisted to his mom.

"Insult him!" He mouthed, and his mom got the message, based on the assumptions of what she had just seen Donald do.

"Using people as punching bags just shows how much of a weak, insecure child you still are!" Tasha yelled.

Bree watched with wide eyes, trying to figure out what was going on outside the capsule.

Douglas swirled to her.

Leo smirked. "You're a little child still, Douglas!" He said calmly. "No wonder you're taking out your anger on us in such childish ways. Punching people, even little kindergartener babies can do that! Can you really hurt us? No! You couldn't even hurt one measly teenager girl, no matter how many abilities and resources you have, just remember that the girl in the capsule right there is stronger than you."

Donald grinned inwardly at his family joining in. They could do this. They had to. "Douglas, Douglas, Douglas. You're weaker than I remember you being." He continued. "Still a whiny little girl. Do you think that using this unfair advantage like a prissy little girl will help you avenge your pain? Heh, it's just amusing us to no end. You don't fight like a man, you're going for Guerilla Attacks. How weak and pathetic that is. Just like you."

Adam didn't get the vibe, but even in this state, he trusted his family with all his heart. And the fact that insulting Chase was what he did best really, really helped him. And the fact that he didn't know that his 'evil uncle daddy' was currently in Chase's body.

"You're worthless!" He yelled, yanking at the metal bounding him messily to the wall. "Do I have to say again that that you and your lady golfer hairdo make me wanna die? You're the most annoying and horrible person ever born!"

"You aren't worth it." Tasha said. "You'll never, ever be worth it."

"You're useless!" Bree screamed from inside the capsule. The words were sounded faint from the outside of the glass, but they were heard anyhow.

"Nobody wants you."

"Nobody cares."

"Just go die."

"You're a blemish on the earth's surface."

"You're a curse to mankind."

Douglas fell to his knees, clutching his head in his hands, trying to drown out all the insults. Chase's audio interface kept on replaying the words in his head, again, and again, like what happened in movies. Except, here, he was the only one who could hear it, and he looked positively crazy instead of just being the pitiable hero or heroine.

"Stop…it…" He hissed, reliving the trauma of his childhood in his head. Not again, not again, he was in control this time, dammit!

He knew the stupid Commando App would activate any moment now, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted it all to stop. He wanted everything to go away. He wanted to go away. Maybe they were right. Maybe he wasn't worth it. Maybe he should just slip away from existence. Just leave. Maybe then he'd finally be at peace. Maybe then, all this pain would be gone.

But Douglas didn't have time for choices as he slipped into an abyss of black.

~Amnesia~

Everyone watched in silent awe, shame, and terror mixed together as Douglas sank to the floor, tears falling to the ground from Chase's dark eyes, and then he went still.

Suddenly, Chase's curled up, dormant body went stiff, and then he rigidly shot up, shoulders set broadly, nostrils flared, eyebrows drawn close together.

Spike.

"Look at all 'dem princesses tied up like ninnies!" He bellowed, snorting with laughter.

Spike.

Leo looked around. Adam looked positively beat, but he had the best chance out of everyone here to survive a head-on with Spike. And plus, he was also the only one who could break the others free.

"Adam!" Leo whispered, trying to be discreet. Leo waved his head towards Spike, and Tasha joined the effort.

Adam looked bewildered.

"INSULT HIM!" Leo roared, finally, after a long, painstaking time of failed signaling. Adam nodded, slowly processing that fact and finally looking up at Spike, towering over him at the moment.

"You're a...girl?" Adam said, out loud, trying and failing to read Leo's lips.

"That's not what I meant!" Leo groaned, but then Spike growled.

"Didya just call me a girl, princess?" He yelled.

Leo sagged in relief. At least that worked out in their favor.

Spike reached for Adam and the chains came snapping off, Adam hissing in pain as Spike swung him around like a rag doll. He tossed Adam to the ground then, still growling like a rapid wolf.

Adam scrambled away, grabbing a freeze ray gun off of the cyberdesk.

"Adam!" Tasha yelled. Adam swiveled around to his step-mother figure. "Get us out so we can help you!"

Adam pulled a slick move and slid over the smooth cyberdesk as Spike clambered behind him like an overweight thug. The older boy crashed onto the ground and with a perfectly executed roll that Davenport was proud of, he landed right in front of the mother-son pair and freed them in seconds.

He shot at Spike, who only got angrier and came in for a punch at Adam's face. Adam shielded his face and ducked, but it was a tad too late and he was suddenly gunless. He wrinkled his nose as the gun skittered across the floor.

"Oh, come on!" He groaned, as Spike suddenly delved into wrestling him. "Calm down!" He yelled at Spike.

"No! Don't tell him to calm down! We need to make him angrier and keep him as Spike!" Leo called as he worked at the cyberdesk to figure out how to open the capsule Bree was trapped in.

Adam was beyond confused, but he had enough of a brain to understand that this was not the time to ask questions, and that he should just do whatever Leo told him to. Tasha was over with Davenport, dabbing at the blood dripping from his head with her scarf and doing her best to get him out of the cyber-ropes he was tied up with.

Adam was being squished to the ground when he heard the click of the capsule door and Bree slid out smoothly, her fighter face up. She attempted to super-speed towards Adam before she tripped and rolled into a ball, grabbing her neck and wincing.

She attempted to super-speed again, but to no avail. She growled, but she didn't let her glitching bionics deter her from aiding her older brother.

Bree grabbed as Spike's arm and pulled at him, giving Adam enough space to push up from the ground. Bree wasn't doing too much, but the fact that Spike had to concentrate on not one, but two, even if one of them had no fighting abilities at all at the moment, ruined his fight.

His dark eyes darted between the siblings, one wrestling him from behind, the other trying to pin him down in front, trying to figure out what he should do.

Leo had set to work on Davenport during the fight, who had hobbled over to the cyberdesk and started typing away immediately. His fingers danced across the holographic keys, and in one graceful motion, he pulled out a little metal chip and pushed it into the drive. In a few seconds, it was ejected and Davenport grabbed it.

"Leo!" He yelled. "If this touches the spot on Chase's neck where his chip is, he'll collapse because of the contradicting magnetic fields! Get it to Adam and Bree, pronto!" Leo nodded vigorously, and joined the struggle with his siblings, trying to hand it to one of them.

But both of them had their hands full. They didn't even have time to look up. Spike rocked backward, and then to the side, tossing Bree across the room with a roar, and he was about to draw back and give Adam and jaw-breaking punch when he tackled Spike and they sailed and hit Leo's shins, causing his to buckle over with the two older boys struggling to gain the upper hand on his now sore legs. Adam was on the bottom, his tough back muscles pressing into Leo's legs at an angle that made them ache like he'd fallen down multiple flights of stairs.

Leo saw his chance. Adam was being strangled by a seething Spike, and the latter's neck was wide open. Leo tested his luck and used the palm of his hand to place a square strike on the back of Spike's head for enough leverage to swing forwards and slam the little metal piece onto the youngest bionic child's neck.

The youngest child's breath caught in his throat as his hand hit the back of Spike's neck, as if everything was going in slow motion. Please say I made it please say I made it! He prayed, and then he realized his eyes had been scrunched closed.

Gulping, he opened his eyes slowly, hoping the ringing in his head and the shakiness of his vision wasn't a bad sign. Hoping that for once, he hadn't Leo-ed it up.

Because of course, all he could do was hope.

That's the short little 2,525 word chapter I created for the 'climax'. I wanted to try making it a cliffhanger, but that's one of the things I'm bad at doing... :/ Sorry guys!

Anyways, please review/fave/favorite because I'll list everyone (yes, everyone) who has followed, favorited, or reviewed in the thank you A/N of my last chapter. :D So click away!

P.S. My ultimate goal with this story is to reach at least 100 reviews total by the time it ends. Right now it looks likely, because I'm getting an average of 9-10 reviews per chapter, and right now, I believe I have 82 reviews and four chapters to go (not including this one) so...I think I'll get there, but I'm gonna need your guise's help! Please review!

Thanks for reading, so I hope you enjoyed it! See you next time!

~Lea