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Here's the chapter.
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Chapter 11: What To Do?
Adam's P.O.V.
I lost Bree. Chase fainted. God, I'm an idiot.
"I lost the connection." I murmur, running my hand through my hair.
"I can tell." Mr. Davenport replies, helping Chase off the floor.
"Uh," I hear from my tiny brother, "What happened?"
"The psycosick link with Bree, remember?" I remind him. He can be sooo stupid sometimes.
"Oh god." Chase moans and stumbles into the cybodesk, hopefully remembering.
"What?" Leo asks, holding Sofia on his hip.
"Didn't you hear?" I ask him. Why is he asking? He's supposed to be planning.
"Adam, they're not bionic." Chase comments. Why does that... Ohhhh...
"Daddy?" Sofie asks Chase, "Is Mommy Ok?"
I inhale sharply. This is not going to end well. Chase is nervous as heck. He sighs, opens his mouth, then closes it again.
"Well," He starts, directing his speech at his little girl, "Mommy's pregnant."
"What!?" Mr. Davenport screams, causing Sofie and Chase to hold their heads in pain.
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Bree's P.O.V.
I lay on cot, and close my eyes, trying to project my thoughts to my brothers. I close my eyes as hard as I can and mentally scream. After about five minutes, I sigh and open my eyes. I stare at the pale ceiling, not wanting to move. I can hear the faint sound of rain slamming against glass. If Chase were here, he would be able to tell me how far away that window was, and how hard the rain was hitting. Adam would just break down the walls without a second thought... or a first thought. Mr. Davenport would come up with an elaborate plan to take down Marcus and Douglas. Leo would be yelling 'I told you so', and freaking out. Sofie, well, what can I say? The little super genius is smarter than me and is just like her Daddy. She would make us giggle, but she would be the one who would probably figure out something we were all missing.
I smile, then wipe off the tears that have began to fall on to the pillow. I shut my eyes, until I hear the door opening.
"Bree?" Marcus asks cautiously.
"No, I'm dead." I say sarcastically, opening my eyes and staring at the bionic jerk in front of me. He left the door open. I think about running, but Marcus must have read my thoughts.
"They is an electric force field, so don't even try it." Marcus says.
"I wasn't planning on it." I sneer, lying through my teeth and sitting up.
"Sure you weren't." Marcus replies, and I notice that he is holding a dull orange tray.
"What's that?" I question, purposely changing the topic.
"Food. For you. You know, just because I'm evil, doesn't mean I don't have a good side." Marcus says, sitting down next to me, and placing the food on my lap. On the tray is a turkey sandwich and a bottle of water. I pick up the sandwich and slowly take a bite.
"It's not poison." Marcus says after watching me eat for a minute.
"Yeah sure." I reply, and begin to quickly devour the sandwich.
When I'm done, Marcus takes the garbage and leaves. I throw myself against the cot. Running my hand over my stomach, I desperately try to contact Adam and Chase again. I lie here for about an hour, then scream in frustration. I hate my life. I want to be a normal teenager. Not bionic, not kidnapped. I scream again, then stare at the ceiling. Then I get an idea. I pull a black marker from my pocket and begin to draw on the walls. If I'm going to be in here, I might as well amuse myself.
'Ello XDers. I know it's short, but I wanted to it post tonight, and I have to get off of the computer. Kind of a filler, but just you wait.
Cleo?
What?
Stinks.
Marcus. Go jump off a bridge.
(Gasps) Oh yeah? Well I'm nice, so I'm not going to reply.
Are you sure?
Yep.
Alright... Ciao.