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The three bionic kids stopped and listened to what was going on. "Let him find out on his own" Dr. Evans said. With that he walked out of the room.
Bree hands gripped the arms of the chair as she listened to his story. "You said that there are two other kids" Bree interrupted. Dr. Evans stopped and looked at her. "Are their names Adam and Chase?" Bree asked quietly, her eyes looking down at the floor. Dr. Evans stood up and walked over to Bree, "How do you know that?" Dr. Evans asked. Bree looked up suddenly, "Adam and Chase are brothers and Davenport Industries. I put the pieces together" Bree said harshly. "This is all a lie" Bree spat, and stood up, knocking the chair down. Bree turned and walked towards the door. "Bree what is it going to take for you to believe that what I am telling you is the truth" Dr. Evans called after her. Bree ignored him and walked into the darkness of the long hallway.
Donald sat on Chase's bedside, staring at his son, as he tried to sleep. The lights were shut off and Chase slept soundly, his breathing even. Donald looked up upon hearing a soft click of the door opening. "How is he" Douglas asked coming in slowly into the room. "Better then before" Donald answered. Douglas let out a soft sigh before continuing, "Adam's downstairs". Donald stared at his brother bug eyed. "He's downstairs?" Donald stuttered. "I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't listen to me" Douglas said. Donald could see the hurt and sadness in his eyes as he said those words. Donald walked pass Douglas and out the room. With a last glimpse of Chase, Douglas walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The room was now dark.
Adam stood up as Mr. Davenport approached him. Douglas was not far behind. Adam stepped back when Donald reached out to him. "What's going on? Who is he?" Adam asked, pointing to Douglas. "He's my-"Younger brother" Douglas finished. Adam put a hand in his hair, "But you only have one younger brother and he's dead!" Adam exclaimed. "I'm not dead, I escaped." Douglas said. "Lies! All of this is a bunch of lies!" Adam screamed, he then ran out of the living room.
Bree emerged into the light, back into the pale bedroom. "Bree this is the truth" Dr. Evans told her. Bree wouldn't listen. "This is not where I came from. I am not just an invention..." Bree told Dr. Evans. Her hand firmly gripped the doorknob. "At least wouldn't you want to know what you can do?" Dr. Evans asked. "I can't do anything. I'm normal, I am human" Bree protested, but her voice was slowly losing strength. Dr. Evans watched her leave and he didn't stop her.
Bree closed the front door of the house. She walked off the porch and walked back home.
She was so confused. Nothing was making any sense, and she was left with even more questions then she had before. There were to many questions, and no answers. Bree didn't want to believe anything that she had heard. It was all a lie. Then Bree was pushed down to the ground violently. Bree rolled to the side and then stop. In her mouth she tasted iron. Slowly, Bree pushed herself up and and looked down her arm. It was bleeding. Bree's eyes widen and she looked up.
Adam looked down at Bree, breathing hard. He watched her look over at the street, where the car barely missed her. Luckily he came in time.
Bree stood up, but collapsed into his arms. "Adam!" she heard, but she had closed her eyes and became oblivious to the world arms her.
"Adam!" Donald called out, running up to his son. Douglas was not far behind. Donald and Douglas came to a stop next to Adam, who was holding Bree in his arms. "Ad-" Donald stopped, and looked down at the girl in his son's arms.
Flashback
Donald sat down and talked to Bree often. The two were close and he loved the sound her laughter. She was like the daughter he never had. Usually if he had time, or when all the training was done, she'd walk up to him and ask the same favor.
"Mr. Davenport?", that was his cue. He would then turn around and pick her up, spinning her. She'd laugh, arms outstretched while he spun her. He liked it too.
"Mr. Davenport!" he turned around and caught sight of her. Just as he took a step forward, something from above let out a moan. Donald jumped out of the way, just in time. The metal catwalk had fallen down from above and blocked the only way to get to Bree. "Mr. DAVENPORT!" Donald grabbed Adam and Chase and ran out.
"Bree?" Donald stuttered and lowered himself, so he was now next to Adam. She didn't answer. Douglas however, was suddenly very nervous and jittery. "We should take her back home" Adam said and stood up, carrying Bree in his arms. Donald followed behind his son. Douglas however surveyed the area, jumping at every sound. Finding nothing out of place, Douglas quickened his pace to catch up to his brother.
The boy walked down the block. He walked a little further until he got to a small puddle of blood. Bree's blood. He knew who's blood it was of course. He had seen the accident happen. He squatted down, examining the blood. It was still wet. He then scanned the small puddle of blood. Now all of the information had been gathered. With that he stood up, a smirk on his face. As the son began to set the android walked back to his home, where Dr. Evans awaited.
What?! And that has been a chapter of Left Behind. Till next time, PBL.