Author's Note: MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm evil.

No one's going to like this chapter... :) I'm so ashamed of it.

BREE IS OOC TO THE EXTREME, BUT I WILL EXPLAIN IT LATER I PROMISE, IN A CHAPTER OR TWO! She also gets Invisibilty, a power she displays more in the next chapter.

It wasn't as centric as I hoped, but...

I HAVE A RUNNING GAG! It's electricity, and Chase. So watch out.

Also, has anyone read the book 'Wonder'?

OMG JACK WAS AWESOME! Love Auggie though!


Invisibility: the ability to make onself unseeable, as well as objects by touch.


All of the Davenports were currently about one thousand feet below ground. In a state-of-the-art bunker of course. Adam and Leo were playing video games, Tasha cooking dinner, and Donald, Douglas, and Chase were investigating Krane's chip. It was almost like being in a normal household. Almost, but not quite. Bree had no idea where she belonged, or even if she belonged. Her and her brothers were too separate from the non-bionic family members, and now that her brothers had suddenly grown all close, where did that leave her? Ever since she had destroyed her chip, even after it had been repaired, there was still something different that she couldn't quite describe, and everyone else was too oblivious to notice it. What if her brothers decided to abandon her, drop her from the team? Her heart began pounding. She needed something to secure her place in her brothers' hearts.

By sheer luck, a tidbit of the conversation regarding the chip reached her ears. "This chip, Chase, holds the potential to house every bionic ability. Which is why I've assigned it to your safekeeping." A practically all-powerful chip would certainly make sure I was never taken off the team. And I can implant it next to my chip with my capsule. All I have to do is get it from Chase.

It was a lot harder than it sounded. Before their lives went to heck, Chase took guard jobs serious, and now, since the recent events had changed them all, it'd be impossible to get the chip from him. Doing the impossible is something we bionic people have a knack for. Bree sidled up to Chase, hoping that some divine entity would help her out. "Hey, Chase, whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing, Bree. We were just discussing and examining Krane's chip, though Donald went to go put it in the safe." There was not a doubt in Bree's mind that a fake chip sat in the nigh-indestructible safe in their underground bunker. Though she had to give credit where credit was due, Chase could be a good liar.

"Anything interesting on the chip?" Bree managed to pull off her normal 'I don't care about sciency and/or math' tone and air she usually gave off, not wanting to send up an alarm with Chase. Chase shrugged, an action that cemented the fact he was lying. Not going into geek-mode over circuits or whatever junk it was they studied. "Alright, well-"

"Bree, what's wrong? Your mind isn't right-" He knows. I'm caught! Bree super-sped herself across the small space separating her and Chase, ramming into him with enough force to send him flying across the room. In one super-quick motion, she had snatched the chip from him and sped into her capsule. The capsule implanted it right next to her original, and Bree's eyes opened as the new bionic power flowed through her system.

You know, I'm not the expendable one...my brothers are.


"Bree!" Adam yelled, confusion, panic, and adrenaline swirling together in his mind. He had seen her throw their brother, and then disappear in a blur. 'Adam, get all the normal humans out of here! Bree's...I can't explain it now!' Tasha was standing in front of Leo, one arm keeping him close behind her. Adam grabbed her and shoved her and Leo into the elevator that would take them to the surface. By the time its doors had closed Donald, Douglas, and Chase had appeared beside him. "You're next," Adam ordered, directing it to Donald and Douglas, who both had no clue what was going on. Quite frankly, Adam wasn't sure any of them knew. Not even his super-smart brother.

Bree super-sped into the hallway, grinning a very Krane-like smile. "Found you." The air around her began shimmering like heat waves. Chase stretched his hand out, and the shimmers stopped rippling. Adam charged Bree, who simply phased. And disappeared. What? He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Tag, you're it." Then two hands roughly threw him through a wall, something he normally did to other people. 'She has all of Krane's bionics'. Adam didn't bother with a witty retort, the situation was too dire.

He felt Bree's hands on his shoulders again, though before she could attack, the weight disappeared. Adam got to his feet, only to be blinded by steam. He saw flashes of flames through the steam, and he saw ice forming in the air in front of his brothers' hands. "You can't beat me, just lie down and let me kill you!" It was his sisters' voice, but not his sister. The sister he knew at any rate. Hasn't Chase told me sociopaths were master deceivers? What if Bree's been deceiving us this whole time? The steam thickened, and Adam realized how helpless he was in these sort of situations, not willing to move for fear of getting hit by ice or fire.

"Bree, you wanna know what beats fire every time? Water." Immediately, the temperature dropped and the steam condensed into water, which trapped a now-panicking Bree in a sphere of water, which pulled her around in a current. She geo-leaped out of it, and the water dropped to the ground, a coat of frost appearing on it as the temperature decreased. Flames filled the air around them, encasing them inside a wall that was growing ever smaller.

"You're not the only one who can play with fire, Bree!" Adam reached out with his newest bionic, turning the flames away from he and Chase. Chase was dispersing the water into little raindrops with his molecularkineis, with reasoning Adam could not detect. Then water fell from the ceiling. Adam immediately turned to Chase, who shrugged. Adam saw it was a tiny little fountain on the ceiling, which sprinkled water whenever it detected smoke. What always accompanies fire? Smoke. Bree reappeared, using her super-speed to punch and kick them, and they could only attempt to block.

"Screw this." Hailstones and snow swirled in the air, creating a mini-blizzard in the remains of the bunker's living room. Bree phased, smirking.

"Sorry, you don't get a bad weather day from being eliminated!" Her fingers cackled with electricity, sparks flying off it. A wall of ice erupted from the ground, shielding Adam and Chase from where she was.

"I'd kill for my force field," You and me both, Chase.

"And I'd kill just for fun," Bree unleashed the electricity, another wall barely erupting in time to save them, though they were still thrown back by the sheer force. Adam slammed into the corner of the walls, and crumpled to the ground unconscious.


Chase's first instinct was to check on Adam, but he slipped on his own blood. His cryokinetic bionic had done more than he'd asked for when he'd created that wall, it'd frozen the floor. Which was fine by him, except the ice was jagged, and it had torn through most of the skin on his forearm when he was slammed against it by Bree's blast, hence the blood. He hauled himself to his feet in enough time to see Bree fire a molecularkinetic blast right at the ceiling, right above where Adam lay. In the milliseconds that followed, the ceiling collapsed on Adam, but before the dirt could pour in, a sure grave for Adam and Chase, with one outstretched hand Chase managed to replace the ceiling with a thick block of ice.

"Nice try, but neither of you can be saved. Not now, not ever." Bree's hands were around his throat, and Chase struggled against them. I have to talk her out of...this. Whatever 'this' is.

"Bree, we're your brothers, your family. Why are you doing this?" Chase struggled for breath against her slowly crushing, super-strength-backed grip.

"You're right, we are blood related. But the only blood I care about is the kind that flows as someone dies." Bree's grip tightened, and black spots danced across his vision. "You know what...I'll be nice. Kill you like you were killed before." Electricity coursed from her fingertips, with enough voltage to kill a non-bionic human being. Even though Chase crumpled to the floor, a few feet away from Adam, he hadn't died.

Bree grinned, winked at the camera, and disappeared.


Donald wasted no time in running in there. He heard Bree say 'kill' and he had taken off sprinting, Douglas on his heels behind him. He first saw the pile of rubble, and somehow knew Adam to be under there. He began hauling and chucking away pieces of rubble, trying to unearth his oldest son. Haha, we're undergroung, and I'm unearthing him from the rubble. Hilarious, universe, you sadistic jerk. Douglas helped him, and when Adam's bloody, bruised, swollen face came into view, Donald almost cried. But his paternal instincts and adrenaline drove him to drag Adam out of the rubble, and check for a pulse, which was thankfully there.

Douglas had dragged Chase over, and Donald almost wept at the states of his two sons. "Donnie, mind pulling out the capsules?" Donald hurried to a wall, pressed his hand against it, and three capsules ejected from the wall, all of them parallel to the ground. Donald had installed them in case the bionic children needed serious medical care and couldn't stand..like now, per say. Once both children were in the capsules, Donald turned around to see Douglas working on fixing the damaged ceiling.

"Seriously? That's what you're doing while you wait?" Not pacing in fear with every passing moment, or checking on them every five seconds...

"Which is more productive? Pacing or fixing a damaged ceiling that will bring about or doom when this ice melts? Now get on a computer and start searching for Bree, we have to find her." Grateful for a distraction, Donald obeyed his brother. His heart increased when he scanned the news for reports of a bionic teenager...what would this new Bree even do? "Douglas!"

"What?" His brother snapped, irate due to the stress that had recently fallen on their shoulders.

"China just said if they don't get a bionic teen in 24 hours, they'll basically pull Pearl Harbor #2 and then declare war on us." No gasp came from Douglas, or any reaction really. Just the sound of a blowtorch welding two pieces of metal together. "Do you even care?"

"What? About a country that put my children -sorry, our children- in danger in the first place, and did nothing to defend them? I'm sorry, I must be so heartless." Douglas could be heartless, Donald knew that too well, but still. Too not care about the country that raised and protected you? Harsh, even for Douglas.

"Yes! You are heartless! We have to do something! I know you're worried and you care about our children, but you can't just spurn the rest of the world! We have to protect the world while Adam and Chase recuperate!" Douglas turned off his blowtorch, and faced Donald calmly from where he perched on the ladder.

"I'm not spurning anything. But what can we do? We can't give them a bionic teen, so why waste my worry and concern?" Douglas turned back to the ceiling, and a numbness took root in Donald's heart. Has my brother really changed? He's still so selfish! At a loss for words, Donald cast a rueful glance at the capsules, not really knowing what he was exactly ruing. A rare occurrence for Donald.

Two stressful and tense hours later, Adam awoke, almost fully healed. "What happened? Where's Bree? Is Chase alive?"

"Adam!" Donald dropped everything on the couch and embraced Adam tightly, relenting quickly when he heard Adam cry out in pain. "As to your questions: You and Chase got knocked out. No idea. Yes." Donald tried to hide his stress on the China issue, though Adam noticed the report playing on the screen, reading the subtitles Donald had been desperately going over for a loophole earlier.

"China'll fire on America if they don't get one of us." Adam stated randomly, catching Donald off-guard. "We have to do something! How long until the deadline is up?"

"Adam, calm down, you don't have to worry-"

"How long?" Darn bionic teenagers and their stubbornness about the state of the world. Wait, that sounds wrong. But also completely wrong.

"Three hours." Donald supplied reluctantly. Adam cast a glance at the capsule.

"Take out my chip and give me to them." There was no lack of confidence or room for argument in that voice. But Donald was stubborn, too. Especially when it came to protecting his children.

"No."

"Yes."

"No.

"Yes!"

"No." It was a battle of wills. A battle that could go on for eternity. Or until Adam had his capsule remove his chip and walked out. Though hopefully Adam would never see that option.

"Donnie, let him go. Let him save that precious world of yours." Odd enough words coming from Douglas, who a minute ago had just said he didn't care about the world. Sometimes my brother is really confusing. Scratch that, he's always confusing. A puzzle Donald couldn't figure out, no matter how hard Donald tried. "It's not worth having them alive in a world ravaged by war." Douglas sounded resigned, as if he knew there was no use resisting. Though Douglas made sense, Donald couldn't consent to send Adam off to China with no bionics, no defenses, to be...Donald didn't even know what they would do. Especially once they found out he was no longer bionic. Yet another reason.

"Mr. Davenport, Dad, please. I have to do this. When Chase wakes up, he can save me, and together we can go after Bree. For now, we just have to hold of WWlll for a little longer." The passion in Adam's eyes made Donald want to weep. I raised them like this. I am so, so sorry. Donald sighed. He could not fight his son anymore, he simply could not find it in himself.

"Fine," Adam hugged Donald tightly, then ran to his capsule. In a flash of light, his chip was gone.

"I feel...normal. Not-bionic. I kinda like it. Well...guess we better send a message to the Chinese." Adam's ability to randomly jump from one topic to the next never ceased to amaze Mr. Davenport. He'd swear it was bionic, minus the fact Adam was currently not bionic.


When Chase woke up, he was all alone in a capsule that reminded him of where the bodies were stored in the morgue. Not pleasant imagery, considering how he'd died recently, and would probably go through many near-death situations in the next few days. He sat up once the capsule had rolled out -again with the morgue imagery, really?- and examined the room. It had certainly been through the mill, being the stage for a bionic fight.

"Donald? Douglas? Adam?"

Oh no. I'm alone! Bree came back and took them all! Chase's mind was panicking, leaping to conclusions with the minute knowledge it held. Then his bionic hearing detected a soft noise, barely audible to a normal human. "We are now watching live footage of one of the infamous bionic teens handing himself over to the Chinese. The whereabouts of the other two are unknown, and anyone with tips please call the following number." Chase was shocked. There were three of them, two males. He was still here, which meant...

"Adam," Chase whispered, all his emotion let out in that one soft vocal chord movement. "I'll find you, I promise. I'll bring you back. I just need to get an acquaintance of ours on board."


Author's Note: Ahahaha I'm evil, I know, and you love me for it!

I will explain Bree's shift next chapter, much more in-depth.

As to where Chase went off to...Krane. He follows in his daddy's footsteps.

I'm a sadistic jerk, aren't I?

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Reviews are love, and very encouraging, I might add. :)