A/N sorry about the prolonged absence, but I hope the extra long chapter makes up for it. It's my longest chapter yet. 14,111 words. If your reading and thinking 'did she even read this' the answer is no so...
Smiley101- Sorry 'bout not updating. Thanks for the compliments. When I described Chase's dream I was like. Sounds like the chick in the empty child. Gotta love bree's blackmail.
Unikitty- It's understandable to hate Mr. D. Thanks for the hot cocoa and i'm allergic to cats.
tennisgirl77- he's still far from father of the year award though
Dirtkid- what do you have against him?
Guest- why thank you and a little tip i'd recommend writing something instead of guest so I can reply easier.
Mr. Davenport's pov
I jump back as something flies in front of me. I'm pretty sure it wasn't a fly. I follow the little droid like thing with my eyes as it zooms over to Bree and lands in her lap. It converts into what appears to be an average cell phone. "Hello, Bree Davenport," a robotic voice greets.
"Geez Chase, I guess that's one way to find your phone when you lose it," Bree mutters. Wait a minute. Did she say 'Chase'? "Chase made that?" I ask while pointing to the phone. She nods in response. She picks up the phone and turns it on. "Flip the phone around," she reads aloud. She turns the phone over and lets out a small squeal before flipping the phone back around.
"Another message popped up," she says, sounding confused. "You better not break this phone. If you do, i'm not building you another one no matter what," she reads. "Wait until I tell Kaitlyn about this," she squeals before speeding off.
Well, i'm gonna go ask Chase why he made his sister a phone when I specifically told her she needed to earn the money to buy herself a new one. I turn on my heel and walk towards the elevator. When I get there I push the down button and step inside. I hit the unlabeled button and wait for the doors to open again.
The doors open with a familiar 'whoosh' sound as I step out of the elevator and walk into the main part of the lab. I immediately notice Chase sitting at the cyber desk with his head resting in his folded arms. Is he okay? "Chase," I whisper. He doesn't move. I walk over and shake him.
He jolts upright with a small scream, nearly toppling over the stool he's sitting on. "Wow, buddy, calm down," I chuckle. He relaxes and turns towards me. "What?" he asks in a slightly whiney, slightly disoriented tone. "Did you make Bree a phone?" I ask, getting straight to the point. He nods sleepily. "Why?" I ask. "She blackmailed me," he yawns. Well, Chase is still half asleep, so his answers are definitely gonna be truthful. "What did she blackmail you with?" I ask, mentally smirking.
If Chase did something bad his sibling's know about, but I don't, they'd use it against him for sure. And if you ask him if he did something he doesn't want you to know about while he's half asleep, he will tell you.
"She said she would tell you and Tasha-" he abruptly stops," Okay i'm awake now and i'm not gonna finish what I was just saying." Dang it! I sit down across from Chase with a sigh. "How'd you make the cell phone thing turn into the little droid thing and return to Bree?" I ask. I have some theories, but i'm not 100% sure. "I've seen Transformers way to many times," he snickers. "No, seriously," I sigh, slightly irritated. "The blueprints and coding are over there," he says while pointing to one of the lab's benches, " Most of it's on my laptop." I walk over and pick up some of the papers.
I look over my shoulder at Chase to find him dozing off again. "Chase," I call while turning to walk over to him. His head snaps back up at the sound of his name. "You feeling alright?" I ask, walking over to him. He's never this tired unless he's sick or something. "M'fine. Just have a migraine," he mumbles sleepily. I put my hand on his forehead just to be sure that he wasn't running a fever. He feels normal.
"You should get some sleep," I suggest. He nods, stands up, walks over to his capsule, and steps inside. His eyes remaining closed. "Sweet dreams," I call while into the other part of the lab. I faintly hear what sounds like a scoff. Whatever.
I bring Chase's blueprints and laptop into the other part of the lab and look them over. I'll admit, i'm impressed. He really is a super genius. I'm interested in how he got the phone to return to Bree. Ooh… What's this? Well, apparently it tracks the signal of Bree's chip. Clever, but how does it know to go to Bree. Um… Aha! You just e-mail or text it the command 'return to Bree.' Geez, Chase put a lot of work into this thing. He must have done something REALLY bad, and I intend on finding out just exactly what he did.
Until then, I have a few other tricks up my sleeve. Chase is still grounded. Although grounding him really doesn't do much. He just can't watch TV or play video games. Apparently he's been playing video games though, and some very violent ones at that.
I just grounded him until I could come up with a more suitable punishment, and I believe I have. Muhahahaha! I walk back into the main lab and knock on Chase's capsule. He just groans. "Wakey wakey," I smirk while opening up his capsule door. "What?" he asks in a whiny voice. "I need you to come upstairs and lie on the couch where your siblings can keep an eye on you. I have to attend some meetings and I don't want you down here by yourself incase you glitch," I explain, mentally smirking.
"Ugh… fine," he groans in response while stepping out of his capsule. We walk over to the elevator and go upstairs. The elevator ride is short, but still slightly awkward since it's silent. Chase just leans against the wall, keeping his eyes closed. When we get upstairs Chase walks into the living room and pretty much jumps onto the couch, turning mid air so he lands on his back. I grab a throw blanket and toss it over him before going upstairs to find his siblings. It may be considered bad parenting to practically torture your kid when they have migraine. I almost feel bad. Almost.
Once I get upstairs I grab Adam and Bree from their rooms and ask them to come into the hall. When they join me in the hall I can't help but smile. "I need you guys to help me punish Chase," I begin. They share a look and turn back to me, both of them smiling in a slightly sadistic manner. "We're listening." Bree smirks. Definitely Davenports.
"Well, you know how Chase hates being 'babied.' I've been trying to come up with a suitable punishment and I believe i've found it. I have to go do some stuff at work and I was hoping you could 'take care of' Chase since he has a migraine and is most likely asleep on the couch. You guys are in charge of him. Now I gotta go," I explain, making them smile like maniacs. I'm not really sure if Adam understood what I meant, but whatever Bree can explain it to him later. I turn, walk down the hall, thump down the stairs, and hurry out the door.
Adam's pov
This is gonna be fun! For me and Bree, not Chase. He's gonna hate every second of the next few hours. Bree and I walk down the stairs to find Chase passed out on the couch. Bree and I share a look before beginning Chase's punishment.
Bree speeds upstairs for who knows what and comes back down with a gust of wind. "What do you think would look best on Chase?" she asks while holding up four bottles of brightly colored nail polish. There's a magenta, neon green, light blue, and violet-purple. Poor Chasey.
"I don't know. Why don't you just use all four?" I shrug, a large smile spreading across my face. "Great idea, Adam," she smiles before turning and rushing over to Chase. Hey, that was a good idea. "How about I paint some designs?" she suggests.
I nod excitedly as I sit down next at Chase's feet. Who know being in charge could be so much fun? Bree takes one of Chase's hands and inspects his nails. "Ugh… Chase needs a manicure. Stat," she groans, despite the small smile on her face, "I just don't want him to wake up." "Well, if he does we're still in charge of him so we can just force him to get a manicure," I smirk. Seriously, I am on a roll today!
Her smile widens before she speeds back upstairs and comes back down in about a second. After she moves all her supplies downstairs she starts giving Chase a manicure using her super speed. About five minutes later, Chase's nails are filed, shaped, and have bright, multicolored flowers painted on them. He's so gonna kill us, but it's so worth it.
~one~hour~time~skip~
Chase start muttering things in his sleep, his voice gradually becoming louder. He starts thrashing around acting as if he were in pain. I pick him up as an attempt to calm him down, but since he's jerking around so much it's more of a struggle just to hold on to him.
"Chase, calm down," I whisper shout even though I know he can't hear me. Suddenly his eyes snap open and he jumps to his feet. He has that look in his eye. He looks like a frightened, wild animal, ready to bolt at any moment.
Of course I make the mistake of standing up, causing Chase to flee from the room. He dashes up the stairs in record time. Bree and I just numbly stare in the direction he went for a few minutes as if doing so we'll magically make Chase return. Slowly, I regain the ability to move. I turn my head to see Bree looking at me. "I'll go check upstairs," she sighs before speeding off.
She comes back about thirty seconds later. "He's not upstairs," she tells me, sounding confused. "Let's check the lab," I instruct in a slightly commanding voice. She nods before heading over to the elevator. I follow behind her entering the elevator as it opens.
~lab~
We step out of the elevator into the lab and Bree immediately uses her super speed to search the room. When she doesn't find Chase we move into the main lab where the capsules are. Again, Bree comes up empty handed.
We walk into the last section of the lab, but this time Bree doesn't need to search. Loud, rapid breathing is heard throughout the room. I follow the sound until i'm kneeling on top of the rock wall, Bree kneeling next to me.
Chase is pushed up against the place where the two walls meet, his knees pulled up to his chest. I crawl towards him, silently hoping he doesn't turn into Spike and jump out the window like last time. "Chasey, you okay?" I ask. "No," he replies shakily. I sit down against the wall next to him and pull him into my lap. "Chase, you need to stop hyperventilating," Bree tells him. Slowly, his breathing starts to even out.
We sit in comfortable silence for awhile while Chase calms down. Chase decides to break the silence. "Why are my nails painted?" he asks quietly, sounding confused. Bree and I burst out laughing as Chase just sits there looking even more confused and slightly irritated. "How about we go upstairs," Bree suggests after she finally stops laughing.
Chase and I nod before standing up. I set Chase down in the process of standing up. We walk towards the edge of the rock wall and I start climbing down the latter. Bree just uses her bionics to get down in less than a second. Surprisingly, Chase jumps off the edge of the rock wall. For a moment I panic. Chase twirls around in the air several times before landing gracefully. Oh right, levitation. I forgot. I jump down from the latter, landing with a loud 'thud.'
We walk towards the elevator, Bree and I casting glances at Chase when he's not looking. When we get upstairs we all walk into the living room and sit on the couch. "Chasey, what happened? Why'd you freak out?" I ask gently.
For a moment he doesn't say or do anything. Did he hear me? Is he spacing out or something? He looks down at the ground for a second before looking straight ahead. "Bad dream," he answers, his voice lacking all emotion. "Chase, people don't just freak out like that after any ordinary bad dream," I sigh, becoming impatient. "It was one of those bad dreams where when you wake up you don't really comprehend that it was just a dream and not reality," he explains while fidgeting uncomfortably.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" Bree asks, joining the conversation. Chase just shakes his head 'no' in response. "It might make you feel better," she pushes. "Douglas," is all Chase says, using an icy tone, and with that he walks off to who-knows-where.
Chase's pov
Maybe that wasn't the total truth, but it was close enough. It wasn't something Douglas said necessarily. It was more something he showed me, and I just don't wanna think about it. Right now i'm gonna go do whatever. "Hey Chasey, come here," Adam calls. I sigh and walk back into the living room. What does he want?
"What do you want, Adam?" I sigh as I walk into the living room. "Sit," he instructs while patting the space next to him. I walk over and sit down next to him. "What?" I ask plainly. "Bree and I are supposed to keep an eye on you," he tells me. I let out a huff of air and slouch forward, resting my chin in my hands. "Bree and I decided to watch a movie. She ran off to get popcorn a little bit ago," he explains.
As if on cue, Bree speeds through the door holding a bag of popcorn bigger than me. Well, that's depressing. She plops down on the couch next to me and tears the bag of popcorn open. Adam gets up and turns off the lights before coming back over to the couch. He grabs the remote off the coffee table and hits play.
The title of he movie pops up, the letters spelling out the movie title appear to be dripping blood. Oh great, a horror film. Note the sarcasm. A sudden high pitched shrieking sound fills the room as soon as the first scene starts. I jump as my hands reflexively cover my ears and a small yelp escapes my throat.
Adam's pov
I may have gotten distracted, but I still plan on helping 'punish' Chase. He jumps and yelps when a scream comes from the TV. I've seen this movie before so I was prepared for it, but Chase wasn't. I lazily drape my arm around his shoulders and pull him towards me. Chase hates horror movies because of all the screaming.
Surprisingly, he leans into me. Well I suppose he did kinda have some sort of panic attack a few minutes ago. Usually, he'll try and pretend stuff like that never happened. I'm not sure why though. Maybe it's just his way of coping or something.
~time~skip~
The credits of the movie play on the screen just a Leo bursts into the room. "You guys ready?" he asks, excitement lacing his voice. "Ready for what?" Bree asks, clearly confused and possibly a little annoyed. "Adam, you forgot to ask them didn't you?" Leo sighs, sounds irritated. Forget to ask them what? Oh yeah.
"Well, you know how me and Leo got a youtube account," I begin, getting nods in responses. I don't fail to notice how Chase's eye twitched when I said 'me and Leo.' "Well, we've gotten a lot of requests to do the sibling tag. So we were wondering if you would do a video with us. Like right now," I explain.
Bree lets out a sigh before opening her mouth to speak," Ugh… Fine. It's not like I have anything else better to do right now. We turn to Chase expectantly. He just looks back at us with a bored expression before shaking his head 'no.' Stubborn little thing. "Please, Chasey," I beg. "Fine," he sighs, stretching the word out a little longer than necessary. "Yes!" I exclaim while doing a fist pump. Bree just rolls her eyes. "Let's just get this over with," she groans. "To the lounge!" Leo shouts dramatically while pointing towards the general direction of the lounge.
Before Chase can stand up I pick him up bridal style and start following Leo to the lounge with Bree following. "Um… Adam, you know I can walk right?" Chase asks while raising an eyebrow. "No, you can't," I say quickly. Chase opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off by Bree. "Just let it go. There's no point in arguing," she advices. Chase just throws his head back and let's out a loud, dramatic sigh. I can't help but smile at his actions.
We get to the lounge and sit down on the couch. I set Chase down next to me as Leo grabs the camera and starts getting it all set up. He gets it set up in about five minutes and starts counting down. "Three, two, one ACTION!"
He jumps over to us and sits down on my right. "Alright so we got a lot of requests to do the sibling tag so I guess here it is," Leo explains while doing a lot of different hand motions before turning and looking to me expectantly. "That's Bree and that's Chasey," I introduce while pointing to them, "Say hi." "Hello people of the internet," Bree says dramatically, "I am only here because I have nothing else better to do." "As you may be able to tell, Bree is overjoyed to be here," Leo smiles sarcastically.
We all turn to Chase expectantly. For some reason, he just stands up and walks out of the room, keeping his head down. "Um… He's a little camera shy," I lie awkwardly. Not really sure what just happened. "I'll be right back," I sigh before standing up and walking out of the room to find Chase.
I don't have to go very far. I find him in the hall, sitting against one of the walls. He's looking straight ahead with a far away look in his eyes. I walk over to him and crouch down near him. "Chasey," I say trying to his attention while putting my hand on his shoulder. "What?" he asks in an emotionless voice, still staring straight ahead. "Is everything okay?" I ask. He just nods in response before standing up. "Everything's fine," he says with a reassuring smile. Not sure I believe that, but whatever. I'll just drop it, for now.
"Let's go back and finish the video," I smile while turning to head back to the lounge. Out of the corner of my eye I see Chase nod. We walk back into the lounge and plop back down on the couch as though nothing happened. "Your back, finally," Leo sighs, sounding relieved. "Yup," I reply while popping the p.
"Let's answer some questions," Leo says while picking up his open laptop and pulling it into his lap. I notice that the screen with the live stream of comments and questions is already pulled up. He starts scrolling through the questions looking for one to ask. "Ooh, here's one," he exclaims happily, "Okay the question is for everybody. 'Who is your favorite sibling?'" Awkward silence.
"Bree's my favorite," I say after a moment in order to break the silence. That's not a lie. "Adam's my favorite," Leo speaks up after me. "Chase," Bree says plainly, looking bored. "Either Adam or Bree," Chase says. Although he seems kind of distracted.
"Next question," Leo exclaims, "Why are they your favorite?" "I've been around Bree the longest. So i've learned to tolerate her easier," I answer. That's not completely truthful. Bree slaps my arm, looking slightly offended. Pretty sure she just wanted an excuse to hit me though. "Adam plays video games with me," Leo answers in a voice that says he's had way to much sugar.
We all look towards Bree for her answer. A small, devious smirk plays at the corner of her lips. Oh, this has got to be good. Chase, poor, poor, unsuspecting Chase, fails to see the evil gleam in his older sister's eyes. "Chase is my favorite because," she starts, sounding completely normal, "he's so wittle and tiny and adowable," she says in baby voice while pinching Chase's cheeks. Chase just gives her an annoyed/homicidal look before trying to slap her hands away. She pulls her hands back before he can though. I can't help, but smile at their antics. "Oh, and also, he does my French homework," she adds.
"Okay, Chase, answer the question," Leo says, bringing Chase back to the present. "Probably because i've known them longest," Chase shrugs. "I guess we'll just leave it at that," I sigh. Leo nods before turning his attention back to the computer screen.
"Who's is your mom/dad's favorite and why?" "Well, Tasha's favorite would probably be either Leo or Bree. Leo because your her biological son, and Bree because Tasha always wanted a daughter," Chase answers. He used too many big words. "And we all know who Big D's favorite is," Leo says as we all turn to look at Chase who looks down sheepishly. "But the question is why," Bree reminds. "That's an easy one," I start, "He's Daddy's LITTLE genius," I snicker, putting emphasis on the word 'little.' "Haha," Chase laughs sarcastically while rolling his eyes. "Can't deny the truth, Chase," Leo says, trying not to laugh.
I pull Leo's laptop out of his hands, ignoring his protests. "What do you think of this pic?" someone asked, a link attached to the message. My siblings all lean over to see the picture as I click the blue link. The photo pops up and I immediately cover Chase's eyes. Bree looks very grossed out by the photo, which is understandable. She smacks the back of Leo's head when he starts smiling. "Next question, Adam" Bree says sternly while glaring daggers at Leo. I immediately do as she says. "This person just typed 'DO A FLIP' over and over in all caps," I announce, uncovering Chase's eyes. "I think they're talking to you two. Considering your the only ones who actually know how to flip," I smile while looking at Bree and Chase.
Bree stands up and takes a few steps back before doing a back handspring. "Chase you should like run up to the wall and do a back flip off of it," Leo suggests with a slightly scary grin on his face. "I've actually never done that before," Chase replies while appearing to think about something. Wait, What!? He's never done that before? "Really?" I ask, shocked. Chase just shakes his head 'no' in response. "Well, you should try it!" I exclaim. "Okay," he shrugs before standing up and walking over to face the wall.
He runs towards the wall and runs up it. He starts to flip over, but before he can complete it, the sickening sound of skull meeting wall is heard throughout the room. That's gotta hurt! He falls over onto his side with a groan. Oh god, please let him be okay!
Leo turns the camera away from us and Bree super speeds over to Chase. I run over to him and crouch down beside him. "Chase," I whisper. No response. "Chasey," I say again, my voice climbing a few octaves. He just groans. Hey, at least it's something. He starts trying to get up. "Wow, buddy, take it easy," I whisper while gently setting him back down.
"Bree, go call Mr. Davenport," I instruct, turning my head around to look at her. She nods and pulls out her cell phone. "Bree," Chase starts to get her attention,"don't hold the phone up to your ear. Hold it out in front of you." "Okay," Bree replies, sounding confused. She turns and walks off, dialing Mr. Davenport's phone number.
"I'm gonna pick you up now. Okay, Chasey," I tell him while placing my hands underneath him. "M'kay," he replies drowsily. I carefully pick him up, trying my best not to jostle him to much. I scurry out of the room, down the halls, and into the living room.
"Okay, Mr. Davenport said Chase needs to take one of these pills," Bree says while walking into the living room with a pill bottle in hand. "Is he asleep?" she frowns, stopping in her tracks. "What?" I look down, and sure enough, I find Chase looking very much asleep. "Chasey," I whisper, shaking him slightly. "Hmm…," he hums in response. I sigh in relief and sit down on the couch.
Bree unscrews the lid of the pill bottle and dumps out a pill into her palm. She crouches down and gently shakes Chase's shoulder. He opens his eyes and looks at her blankly. "Chase, you need to take this pill," she tells him while holding out the pill. Chase makes no effort to take the pill. Instead he just blinks. "Open your mouth," Bree instructs with a sigh. Chase complies and Bree puts the pill in his mouth. "Swallow," Bree instructs. Chase swallows mindlessly. "Good boy," Bree praises while ruffling his hair before plopping down on the couch next to me.
"Now might be a good time to mention the side effects," she says nervously. What side effects!? My eyes widen as I turn to face her. "It's nothing major. Just drowsiness, dizziness, and he may act a bit 'out of character'," she lists. "What do you mean by 'out of character?'" I ask. "Not sure," she shrugs. I sit back on the couch and Bree grabs the remote, flipping the TV on.
~15~minutes~later~
Chase starts muttering thing in his sleep and I frantically try to wake him up. I don't need him freaking out again and possibly hurting himself. "Chasey," I whisper shout. "What?" he whines sleepily, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. Something tells me that medicine kicked in. "Hey, what's wrong buddy?" I ask gently. "My head hurts," he whimpers while snuggling up to me. "What's wrong?" Bree asks me, clearly confused. "His head hurts," I tell her. "Oh, poor thing. I'll go grab him an ice pack," she says with a sympathetic smile before walking over to the kitchen.
She returns with an ice pack and hands it to me. I press it to Chase's head and he relaxes a little bit. He drifts off to sleep and Bree and I go back to watching TV.
~time~skip~if~only~we~could~do~that~in~real~life~
Chase starts to stir a little bit and sits up straighter. "You're awake," I observe. "No sh*t sherlock," he groans while gripping his head. Wait, What did he just say!? "Excuse me," I seethe through gritted teeth in a tone that clearly says 'your in trouble.' "Yes, your stupidity is excused," he sighs, sounding annoyed. "Chase," Bree gasps. "You better watch that mouth of your's mister, or else i'll wash it out with soap," I threaten.
"Knock it off Spike," he mutters. "Fine," he sighs. I give Bree a disturbed look. She just shrugs in response, looking as confused as I feel. "Chasey, you all right?" I ask nervously. "Yeah, why?," he asks innocently. "No reason," I reply shaking off his previous statements.
"Um… Bree, why don't you run out and pick up Chinese take out or something for dinner," I suggest. She nods and leaves in a blur. I set Chase down next to me and he leans against me lazily. "How's your head?" I ask quietly. "Sore," he replies tiredly. "Well you hit it pretty hard," I sigh. Suddenly, my cell phone beeps. I pull it out of my pocket and look to see who texted me. Bree's picture pops up when I turn on my phone and underneath is the messages she sent me. 'Hey, thers a line 4 food b back in about 30.' I luv this fone!'
"Hey, There's a line at the Chinese place, so Bree won't be back for like thirty minutes," I tell Chase while sliding my phone back into my pocket. "Will you carry me down to the lab?" he asks innocently. "Uh… Sure," I reply, stunned by his question. I know for a fact that Chase hates being carried. I pick him up and carry him over to the elevator; I push the down button and step inside.
On the ride downstairs, Chase's eyes droop closed and he falls asleep. The elevator doors open and I step out into the lab. I walk over to Chase's capsule and set him down inside. "Sweet dreams, Chasey," I whisper while shutting the door to his capsule. I walk back upstairs and plop down on the couch before turning on the TV.
~time~skip~
The door opens to reveal Mr. Davenport caring several folders and papers. A familiar blur zooms past him, nearly knocking him over. A few papers blow out of his hands, but that's about it. "I don't have food," Bree announces. "Then why did you even bother coming home!?" I shout dramatically while standing up. "Look the place was really busy. So the workers got all stressed out and burned all the inventory or something," she explains.
"Well, um, where's Chase?" Mr. Davenport asks while picking up stray papers. "Down stairs sleeping," I inform him. "How long has it been since you gave him that pill?" he asks, standing up straighter."About an hour," Bree answers simply. "He should be fine now," Mr. Davenport says while setting the papers down on his desk. As if on cue, Chase walks into the room. Mr. Davenport's cell phone beeps and he pulls it out. "Urgent mission alert," he announces, "Everyone to the lab."
~in~the~lab~
Chase's pov
Adam, Bree, and I step out of our capsules and wait to find out what the mission is. "Where the heck is Leo!?" Mr. Davenport shouts, sounding extremely frustrated as he rushes around the lab. "Uh… Mr. Davenport, could you maybe tell us what the mission is?" I ask nervously. You never know, maybe he's gone crazy. He sure looks like it.
"Oh yeah, the mission. There's a shooting at a local school. You need to stop the shooter or shooters and get everyone out of the school. I'm sending Bree the coordinates as we speak," he explains while pushing several buttons."Com-sets," he says while handing us them. We put them on without question. "Go, go, go!" he shouts while ushering us out. We grab our mission bags as we walk into the secret garage. The door opens when we walk inside.
"Hop on," Bree sighs. I jump onto her back while Adam grabs onto her. A lot of wind passes and next thing I know i'm standing in a school hallway. Well, judging by all the lockers. I've never actually been inside an actual school.
I flinch as the sound of gun shots rings out in my ears. "Bree, search for anyone in the building and get them out, but be careful to avoid the security cameras and the shooter or shooters," I instruct, switching to mission leader mode. She nods and speeds off. "Adam, come with me," I command while walking in the direction the sound of gunshots is coming from.
I run towards the sound of gunshots, stopping every now and then to listen. After awhile of searching I find the room the room the shooter is in. "Adam, bust down the door. Move away from it as soon as you do though," I command after finding out the door is locked. I step away from the door as Adam moves in front of me. He punches the door with both fists. The door falls off it's hinges, most of it breaking into tiny splinters of wood. Adam moves out of the doorway and takes cover behind a wall.
"Who's there?" someone shouts. I peek my head around the corner and find the shooter aiming a pistol at my face. It's just a kid. Probably just a year or two older than me. I take a quick observation of the room. A few people are laying on the ground clearly injured. Seven kids and two adults. Two kids are hiding in the corner of the room behind some bookshelves and desks.
Slowly, I creep around the corner. In full view of the shooter. "Chasey, what are you doing?" Adam whisper shouts to me. I hold up my hand as if to say 'relax I know what i'm doing.' In all honesty i've never prepared for anything like this. "Who's back there?" the shooter asks while gesturing towards the place Adam is hiding with his head. I gesture for Adam to come out of his hiding place with my hand.
Hesitantly, he comes around the corner to stand next to me. "What's up with the outfits? Who are you? Are you with the police?" the guy asks frantically, his hands shaking like crazy as he points at Adam and I. "Relax, we don't work with the police," I tell the shooter calmly. Although in my head all i'm thinking is 'please don't kill us.' "Now, will you please put the gun down?" I ask gently.
The sound of a gun firing fills the room. Thinking quickly, I activate my molecular kinesis. The bullet stops a few inches away from Adam, who stepped in front of me when the guy pulled the trigger. The bullet drops to the ground harmlessly, much to the shooter's shock. "How did you do that!? " the guy shouts while backing away from us.
"Same way i'm doing this," I answer calmly while dismantling the gun in his hands. The pieces fly off into different corners of the room. "Adam, get everyone out of the room," I whisper. "What about you?" he whispers back. "I'll be fine," I answer. "Are you sure?" he asks. "Yes," I sigh. It's nice to know that he cares, but people are dying right now. He nods and starts walking towards people. "Now, just come with me, and we can get this all sorted out," I sigh. "No!" the shooter shouts, clearly unstable.
Okay, maybe if I try and get the guy calmer he'll cooperate better. "What's your name?" I ask casually. "Leo," the guy responds, confused. "That's my step brothers name," I smile. What are the odds? "Tell me, Leo, how old are you?" I ask calmly. "Thirteen," he responds, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Thirteen huh, your pretty young. Why did you do all this?" I ask glancing over at Adam to see how he's doing. He's got two of the injured victims and is currently speaking with the people who were hiding.
"You wouldn't understand!" Leo shouts angrily. Oh no, shouting. Shouting is bad. "You never know, maybe I will," I shrug, tryingly my best to remain calm. "What do you know!? Your just a kid!" the guy shouts. "So are you," I reply. I take notice of the scars on the guy's wrists and arms as an idea hits me. "I couldn't help, but notice the scars on your wrists," I say nervously. "Yeah, what about 'em?" Leo asks defensively. "I have them too," I answer. "Oh yeah, prove it!" the kid shouts, not believing me. I roll up the sleeves of my mission suit and hold out my arms for the kid to see. He takes a few steps closer to get a better look.
"Now, will you come with me?" I try again. The guy looks up at me, and before I can even comprehend the look in his eyes, he punches me in the jaw. I stumble back words and crash into the wall. "Your just like everyone else! You don't care! Your just trying to get me to do what you want!" the guy screams while stomping around the room. That definitely caught Adam's attention. "Chase, you alright?" he shouts. "I'm fine," I shout back.
"Your not like me! People care about you!" the shooter shouts. "I'm sure people care about you," I answer while attempting to stand back up. Although, judging by how the kid grabbed my shoulder and roughly shoved me back down, he doesn't want me to stand up. "Well, your wrong! Just the other day my dad decided to beat me up because he lost his job for showing up to work drunk," he seethes. "Why didn't you tell someone?" I ask, trying to resist the urge to punch him. "Because no one cares enough to listen!" he shouts back like it's obvious. "I'm listening," I say matter-of-factly. "Yeah, but you don't care!" he screams. "Yes I do. Why would I be here if I didn't? I'm here because I care about the sake of others," I reply boldly.
"No, your here to stop me," he seethes. "I'm here because people were in danger and being hurt," I shout back. Maybe shoutings not the best idea, but too late now. "Maybe I just wasn't meant to be a good person. Maybe I wasn't meant to have friends," the guy says while reaching into his pocket. He pulls another gun out of his pocket and looks at it. "If it makes you feel any better, the entire reason my siblings and I were created was to hurt people, but instead we help people," I inform him. I'm really not worried about exposing our bionic secret since this kid's unstable and people won't believe him if he mentions it. Hopefully he won't have to go to jail and will go to a mental hospital to get the help he needs.
"Well, maybe I was meant to be a good, happy person, but i'm not," he sighs while bringing the gun up to his head. Well, that's not good. "Maybe i'm doing the world a favor," he says, holding the gun up to his temple. "No!" I shout, tackling the guy out of impulse. The gun falls out of his hand as he hits the ground. He scrambles after it and grabs it. I start wrestling him for the gun. Rolling around on the floor, both of us trying to get the gun away from the other. The gun goes off and a bullet hole is made in the floor right next to my head. Okay, so maybe that was an accident. Maybe he's trying to kill me.
I'm momentarily distracted by the sound of police sirens in the distance. 'Bout time. The guy grabs the gun and points it directly at me. My eyes widen in fear at the look on the shooter's face. A familiar blur tackles the shooter, but not before he pulled the trigger. As a last minute defense I put my arms up in front of me.
A searing, white, hot pain spreads throughout my arm as the gun clatters to the ground. I scream out in pain, instinctively clutching my arm with my gloved hand. "The police are here!" a familiar voice shouts. I open my eyes to see the shooter standing next to me, the gun pointed at his head. "It's better this way," I hear the kid whisper as he looks up. A gun shot rings out, and Leo's lifeless body falls to the ground with a 'thud.' Blood splatters as the metallic gun clatters to the floor. Another dead person. Another person choosing death because life was so unbearable. Pathetic. Wait! What!? Why would I even think that!? Boo hoo deal with it.
"Chasey," someone says, catching my attention. I turn to face Adam, who's crouching down beside me. "What happened?" he asks. I swallow and glance down at my arm. The blood soaked through my sleeve and is coating my glove. "Oh my gosh!" Adam gasps when he sees my arm. "Bree!" he shouts looking up at Bree who's jogging towards us. "What?" she asks, slightly confused. "Chase got shot!" Adam shouts, starting to panic. "What!?" Bree practically shrieks, speeding the rest of the towards us. "Guys, what's going on?" Mr. Davenport asks over the com link, sounding impatient
Bree puts her hand up to the com link and presses the button to respond. "Um… the shooter… he…committed suicide," Bree explains, basically forcing the words out. A heavy sigh is heard over the com link. "Anything else?" Mr. Davenport asks. Although he doesn't sound like he really wants an answer. "Well um… brace yourself. You may want to sit down," Bree warns. "Don't tell me any of you got shot," he says jokingly. I quickly take my com link off, knowing what's coming.
"Okay I won't," Bree responds nervously. "WHAT!?" Mr. Davenport shrieks, making Adam and Bree flinch. I knew taking out my com link would be a good idea. "Who got shot?" Mr. Davenport asks. "Chase," Bree answers. "Where did he get shot?" Mr. Davenport asks frantically. "His arm," Adam answers joining the little chat. "Which arm?" Mr. Davenport asks, clearly trying not to panic. "Left," Adam answers. "Oh thank god," Mr. Davenport sighs in relief. What's so special about my right arm?
I'm alerted by the sound of approaching footsteps. "Police!" I shout catching Adam and Bree's attention. "We gotta go!" Bree shouts. Adam picks me up bridal style and stands up. Bree grabs on to Adam, a lot of wind passes as the scenery rushes past in a blur. Next thing I know, we're in the lab.
"Set him on the cyber desk," Mr. Davenport instructs while frantically scurrying around the lab. Adam walks over to the cyber desk and sets me down. Mr. Davenport comes over with a bunch of medical supplies. He take off my glove and carefully rolls up the sleeve of my mission suit. "Oh god," he mutters under his breathe as he examines my arm. "Is it really that bad?" I sigh. "Chase, there is a hole in you arm! Of course it's bad," he nearly shouts.
He grabs a syringe and starts filling it with a clear liquid from one of the vials. "What's that?" I ask, curious. "Sedative," he answers mindlessly. Wait, What!?I tense up as I realize what he's doing. I hate being sedated! I'm completely terrified of the idea of it! Sure I may have said I wanted to be sedated that one time I was sick, but I wasn't thinking clearly. He realizes his mistake the second after he said it. "Chase, you need to calm down," Mr. Davenport says slowly. "I was calm! Was! As in, not anymore!" I shout. "I need to sedate you so I can remove the bullet," he explains gently. Well I kinda got that. "Not happening!" I shout.
"Chase, I hate to tell you this, but you don't have a choice. If you don't willingly take the sedative. I'll have to have Adam hold you down," he sighs, clearly feeling guilty. Well Adam's definition of holding someone down means sitting on them. And that just painful, and awkward. It's painfully awkward.
I shoot Mr. Davenport one last pleading look before holding my right arm out to him. He gives me a trying half smile before he grabs the syringe and holds it up to the light. He starts flicking the vial in order to get the air bubbles out. He grabs an alcohol swab, straightens out my arm, and disinfects the area where my arm bends. He picks up the syringe and at the last second I jerk my arm out of his grip. The action causing him to drop the syringe. The glass vial shatters when it hits the lab floor. I thought I could do it, but I can't! "I'm sorry! I just can't do it! I thought I could, but I can't!" I apologize frantically.
"Hey, buddy, calm down. It's not your fault. You can't help it," Mr. Davenport soothes. "Adam, could you come in here for a minute," he calls. Adam and Bree had gone into the other room to put our mission gear away. "What 'cha need," Adam asks while walking into the room. Mr. Davenport gestures for him to come over and they go into the corner of the lab. They speak in hushed whispers, but I don't bother to listen in on to what they're saying. I can imagine.
When they're finished with their little chat they come back over to me. Adam hops up onto the cyber desk next to me. "Hey, Chasey," he greets casually while throwing his arm around my shoulders. I allow myself to lean against him as a wave of dizziness washes over me. Well that's not good. Hey, maybe if I pass out from blood loss I won't have to be sedated. Aw… Who'm I kidding? I won't pass out for like ten more minutes.
My eyes drop closed as Adam takes my arm and extends it out in front of me. Once again the cold, damp, alcohol swab is rubbed on the bend of my arm. Fear and anxiety start to take over, causing me to try and tear out of Adam's grip. I can't really help it. It's kinda just my reaction. "Chasey, please calm down," Adam whispers pleadingly.
I stop struggling, but I start shaking uncontrollably. "Chase, you need to stop shaking," Mr. Davenport sighs, trying to hide the agitation in his voice. "I can't help it. It's not like i'm trying to," I whimper pathetically. "Just… Why don't you try and take some deep breaths," Mr. Davenport suggests. Although, I can tell it was more of a command than a suggestion.
I try taking some deep breaths, and my shaking starts to become a little less pronounced. Eventually, I stop shaking entirely. "Finally," Mr. Davenport mutters under his breathe. Hs aligns the needle with my arm, and without warning, he plunges the needle into my skin. As the liquid is injected into my bloodsream I start to become really groggy and sleepy. My mind feels all foggy, like a giant cotton ball, and i'm too exhausted to move. Before I can even completely register the needle leaving my skin, the world goes black as the sedative takes over. Launching me into a drug induced sleep.
Adam's pov
Chase goes bone-less against me as the medicine takes over. I wave my hand in front of face just to be sure he's actually 100% asleep. He doesn't move or really do anything. He could probably pass as a dead person if his shoulders weren't moving up in down as he breaths.
"Can you lay him down," Mr. Davenport asks while rushing to move things around and out of the way. "Uh… Sure," I reply while laying Chase down on the cyber desk. Bree walks in and hurries over to us. "He's gonna be okay, right?" "I'm think so, but I'm not 100% sure. He lost a lot of blood," Mr. Davenport answers, "Now get changed and go upstairs." No argument there. I'd rather not be down here when he takes a bullet out of my baby brother.
"No way-," Bree starts to rant. "Bree," I say, cutting her off. I give her a look. Sorta like silently communicating through eye contact. After a minute she lets out a sigh and I know i've won. She walks over and programs the capsule to change us into our regular clothes. I step into my capsule as Bree steps into hers. The familiar flashes of lights fill my capsule. When they stop, I step out. Bree does the same. We walk over to the lift and step inside.
~time~skip~
Bree and I turn as the doors to the elevator open. Mr. Davenport walks out, looking extremely stressed. "What's wrong," Bree asks. "Uh… Nothing. Don't worry about it," he replies nervously. He's clearly hiding something, but i'll let it pass. I frown at the spots of blood dotting his shirt. I'm glad I came upstairs.
Leo bursts through the front door, smiling like he just won a million bucks and is dating Beyonce. "Where have you been?" Mr. Davenport shouts angrily. Ooh… Someone's in trouble. The smile on Leo's face drops faster than Bree can run. "Hey Big D, huh… Funny seeing you here. I can explain," Leo chuckles nervously. "Sit," Mr. Davenport commands firmly while pointing to the couch. Leo stiffly runs over to the couch and sits down on it.
Mr. Davenport turns to face us again, "Chase isn't awake yet, but he should wakeup anytime soon. You can go down to the lab if you want," he tells us. Without saying a word, Bree speeds off with a 'whoosh.' I sprint towards the elevator and push the down button. I rush inside when the doors open and push the unlabeled button.
The elevator lowers at a speed that would make you think your falling, but it's not fast enough. The doors open with a 'ding.' I rush out and head into the lab. Bree is already here, but that was expected. She's sitting in Mr. Davenport's desk chair next to Chase, who's lying on a cot. Mr. Davenport probably set it up. He has a cream colored bandage wrapped around his arm. I'm assuming Mr. Davenport used his capsule to change his clothes. Considering that instead of the black mission suit with the bloody sleeve, he's wearing grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt. I slide down to the floor next to him with my back against the wall.
"What do you think Mr. Davenport's hiding?" I ask after a moment of silence. "I don't know. Let's just hope it's not something too important," Bree sighs. I just nod as we fall back into comfortable silence. Bree starts fidgeting and begins playing with Chase's hair. What the heck is she doing? I lean over to find that Bree made several small braids in Chase's hair. Of course Bree didn't have anything to tie the ends with, so they were coming undone. Although I don't think she really cares. She's probably just trying to keep herself busy. It's Chase's own fault for having long hair.
"Why won't he just wake up already?" Bree groans while slumping in her seat. "Well, when it comes to Chase and basically any type of drug, a little goes a long way," I answer. It's true. Chase has a fast metabolism which makes drugs a lot stronger or something. I'm not really sure since I fell asleep in health science. Oops.
Wait, I think I might know how to wake Chase up. "I have an idea!" I exclaim, earning a questioning look from Bree. I move to kneel at the foot of the cot and start tickling Chase's feet. He quickly pulls away from me and starts to come to. Success! "Good idea, Adam," Bree praises. I just flash a goofy grin making her roll her eyes.
Chase's eyes flutter open and he begins to look around groggily. "Hi Chasey," I smile. "Hi Adee," he yawns, using my childhood nickname. "I'll go let Mr. Davenport know he's awake," Bree whispers to me before speeding upstairs. "What happened?" Chase asks while rubbing his eyes. "How you feeling?" I ask, choosing not to answer his question. "My arm hurts," he whines. I roll my eyes at his answer. Thank you, Captain Obvious. Yay, I used sarcasm!
Bree walks out of the elevator, followed by Mr. Davenport. She walks off to some part of the lab while Mr. Davenport comes over to me and Chase. "Hey buddy," Mr. Davenport greets. "Hi daddy," Chase giggles sleepily. Chase becomes a very funny person after given drugs. It's also quite adorable.
Mr. Davenport noticeably blushes as Bree and I try to contain our laughter. "Why don't you two go upstairs and take Chase with you. That way I can work on… things," he suggests awkwardly. I smile and pick up Chase before walking out of the lab, Bree trailing behind me.
~upstairs~
We sit down on the couch upstairs… Well more like nearly pass out. We pretty much collapse on the couch. Missions are tiring. Sometimes mentally more than physically. I'm sure Chase could tell you all about it. You know if he wasn't currently drugged up. Those people hiding in the corner did not want to move though! I get that they were scared out of their minds, but if you think about it, if people with superpowers show up to save the day, you should probably listen to them.
Bree's pov
Adam plops down on the couch after setting Chase down next to me. I move so I can set Chase's head in my lap and start messing with his hair again. Why the heck does he keep it so long? Hm…. That gives me an idea for a prank. "I wonder what Mr. Davenport's doing," Adam says. "Oh don't worry about it. My phone's recording everything going on in the lab right now," I laugh. "We can watch it live through Eddy," Chase says softly.
"No, we really can't. I know you're drugged up and all, so you may not remember perfectly, but Eddy is evil," I explain with a sigh. "No he's not," Chase defends. Wait a minute. Is Chase actually defending Eddy? What did Mr. Davenport give him!? "Watch," Chase instructs while partially sitting up to turn and face one of Eddy's screens. "Eddy," he calls. "What 'cha need, kiddo?" Eddy asks as he pops up on the screen. No insult. Weird. "Can you bring up a live stream of the lab?" Chase asks. "Sure thing," Eddy replies before a live stream of the lab pops up on the screen.
"How did you do that?" I ask in shock and amazement. "You just have to ask nicely," he answers like it's obvious. I turn my attention back to the screen to find Mr. Davenport doing some weird, deformed version, of a happy dance like thing. "Did Mr. Davenport get electrocuted by one of his inventions again?" Chase asks innocently, tilting his head not unlike a curious puppy would. Adam and I can't help ourselves as we burst out laughing at his question.
Chase on the other hand, just sits there looking confused as to why we're laughing. After a few minutes of laughing we have to stop to catch our breathes. "'m tired," Chase mumbles while pulling his knees up to his chest. I roll my eyes and pick him up before speeding him up to his bedroom.
"Your a lot lighter than usual," I mention in a suspicious tone as I set him down on his bed. "Probably because I barely eat. I told you this already," he sighs while rolling his eyes. "What?" I nearly shout. "I said-" "I know what you said," I shout, cutting him off. He shrinks back away from me. "I just assumed that when you told me that meant you would stop," I sigh. I really shouldn't assume things. He shakes his head 'no.' "One second," I say before speeding downstairs, grabbing Adam, and running back up to Chase's bedroom. "Alright tell him what you told me," I command Chase while gesturing to Adam. Adam turns his attention to Chase, but just gets a blank look in response. "Chase, tell him," I sigh, loosing patience and quickly becoming irritated. Chase just shakes his head stubbornly. Ugh…I grab Adam's arm and pull him into the hall. "Look, Chase hasn't been eating and it's scaring me," I sigh. "I knew it!" he shouts while pumping his fist.
Adam's pov
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it! "Adam!" Bree shouts." "Sorry," I apologize. Now, time to deal with our current situation. "I'll go get Chase something to eat. You just need to keep him awake," she instructs. I nod and walk back into Chase's room. When I walk into his room I find him curled up into a little ball. "Hey Chasey," I greet cheerfully as plop down on his bed next to him. He briefly glances up at me before looking down again.
"What's wrong?" I ask while casually throwing my arm over his shoulders. He lets out a long, depressing sigh before falling silent again. I pull him into a side hug, "Talk to me, Chasey," I plead."Bree broke her promise," he whispers in a barely audible voice. Okay, and what does that mean? I don't have time to ask because Bree walks back into the room carrying a sandwich on a paper plate. She walks over to he bed and sits down on the other side of Chase. He doesn't acknowledge her in any way; he just leans into me more.
"Um… He's pretty tired. Maybe we should wait on the food. You know, when he's thinking clearly," I suggest as Chase starts to drift off. I don't think he'll stay awake long enough to eat. "Ugh… fine," Bree groans while setting the plate with the sandwich down on the nightstand.
I look back down at Chase and find him fast asleep. "Hey Bree," I start to gain her attention," Chase mentioned something about you breaking a promise?" She looks confused for a minute before a look of realization passes over her face. She doesn't say anything, and I get the hint, knowing better than to push it. I stand up with Chase in my arms, pull the covers back, lay him down, and tuck him in.
~time~skip~
Chase starts to stir in his sleep. Finally! Mr. Davenport left for a conference about half an hour ago and Leo is now officially grounded and on probation. Whatever that means. Chase's eyes flutter open as he glances around the room. "Hey," he mutters when he sees me and Bree. He starts to sit up, but winces and falls back when he tries using his arm to support himself.
I roll my eyes and help him sit up so he can rest against his pillows. "Thanks," he sighs. I just give him a goofy smile in response. "How long have I been out?" he asks. "About an hour," Bree answers. "You should eat something," I say, trying to remind Bree of our little predicament incase she forgot. "I'll go make something," Bree says with a smile before speeding off. I kinda got hungry while waiting for Chase to wake up and ate the sandwich.
Chase starts staring straight ahead of him appearing to be deep in thought. "How ya feeling?" I ask, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Fine," he replies simply. Well that's about the most generic answer ever. I don't think he's 'fine.' "Really? 'Cause you seem kind of upset," I sigh. "Well i'm not," he defends, his voice rising with each word. I hold up my hands in surrender at his little outburst. "Where's Mr. Davenport?" he asks, calmer. "Aw… Does the wittle baby miss his daddy?" I tease. Chase just gives me a 'really' look. "He's at some conference," I answer.
"Dinner's ready," Bree exclaims after speeding into the room in a gust of wind. "I'm not hungry," Chase mumbles. I let out a sigh and pick him up, despite his protests; I carry him downstairs and set him on the couch. "Let me guess. You wanted to keep an eye on me," he huffs while rolling his eyes. "No, we're gonna make sure you eat," Bree states matter-of-factly. Chase develops on nervous/scared look as he starts fidgeting. I almost feel bad. Almost.
"We're not gonna let you do this to yourself. So from now on Adam and I are gonna monitor how much you eat and sleep," Bree explains. Chase opens his mouth to protest, but before he can I cut him off. "If you protest we'll tell Mr. Davenport, and i'm pretty sure he'll call your old therapist or something worse then us." Chase just sighs, seeing he doesn't really have a choice.
Bree's pov
Well, our plan seems rather flawless. "What if I wake up in the middle of the night and you guys are asleep. You'll have no way of knowing that I woke up," Chase points out. Even the best of plans have their flaws. Luckily, most evil mad men don't have know-it-all little brothers who point out the flaws for them so they can fix them. "We'll program your capsule so that it records when your sleeping and when your awake. Besides, Mr. Davenport already installed something like that when you were younger. We just have to activate it," I reply smugly. He sighs and rests his head in his hand.
Adam sits down next to Chase with a plate of food in his hands. "Open," Adam instructs while holding out a forkful of food in front of Chase. "Adam, I can feed myself," Chase sighs. "Really? Because from the way you haven't been eating I didn't think you could," Adam says matter-of-factly. Chase shoots me a pleading look, but I just turn shrug and turn away. All part of the plan… The goal was to make Chase feel embarrassed so he'll learn his lesson. Chase turned back to Adam and reluctantly let Adam feed him like a baby. I have a feeling Chase won't do anything like this ever again.
~time~skip~
"Come on Chasey," Adam groans while holding out a forkful of food in front of Chase. Chase claims that he's full and refuses to eat anymore. He opens his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Adam fed him the last forkful of food. He shoots Adam a look before grabbing Adam's hand and spitting out the chewed up food into his hand. Gross!
"EWW!" Adam shouts while moving away from Chase who has a satisfied smirk on his face. I hand him a napkin and he quickly wipes his hand off. He runs over to Chase and picks him up by the collar of his shirt. "You little brat," he seethes, anger evident on his face. Chase surprisingly doesn't seem to be intimidated or remorseful at all. Instead, he decides to take it a step further and spits in Adam's face.
Adam growls and wipes the spit off his face, still holding Chase in the air as his eyes begin to turn a dangerous shade of red. He drops Chase on the couch and turns away as his heat vision glitches, burning a hole in the kitchen wall.
We both turn back to Chase to find him looking down and… laughing? Wait! Is he seriously laughing!? Adam marches over to Chase and grabs his chin, forcing Chase to look at him. He immediately stops laughing and pulls away from Adam with a squeak of pain. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion as I crouch down in front of Chase who's rubbing his jaw.
I move his hand and gently tilt his head back to reveal a large, purple bruise running across his jawline. My god… How did I not notice this? "What happened?" I gasp while examining the bruise. "Nothing," Chase groans while pushing my hands away. "Does it hurt?" I ask, adding a little bit of pressure to the bruise. Chase winces and leans away from me. "I didn't do that did I?"Adam asks frantically, his eyes widening. "No," Chase breathes, growing annoyed.
"I'll get you some ice," I say, standing up. "Bree, i'm fine," Chase groans. I just ignore him as I walk over to the freezer and pull out an ice pack. "I said i'm fine damn it!" Chase snaps, loosing his temper. Whoa… Hold up. Did my innocent baby brother just swear?
I spin around to find Adam leaning over Chase, his facial expression quickly changing from concerned to angry. He slings Chase over his shoulder and starts walking upstairs. "Bring the icepack," he calls over his shoulder. I quickly shut the freezer door and scurry after them.
~Chase's~room~
Adam pulls the covers over Chase before pinning him to the bed by his upper arms. "I don't know what's going on with you, and to be honest, I wish you'd tell me. Lucky for you, i'm going to be nice by not forcing you to tell me. Now, your gonna go to sleep, and when you wake up your gonna be back to your happy little self and we'll all forget how bratty you just acted. Your going to let us take care of you whether you like it or not. Your the baby brother, we're the older siblings. We have authority over you and it's our job to take care of you when your hurt. Because believe it or not, we don't like it when your in pain. So we're gonna worry about you. Got it? If your not asleep by the time I come back, I will duck tape you to the bed and staple the sheets down. Do you understand?" Adam says sternly while hovering over Chase.
Chase swallows and nods frantically, his eyes wide. I'm a little shocked by Adam's lecture. Adam pulls Chase up into a sitting position and hugs him. Even when he's mad, Adam's still a big brother. Chase freezes, but I do hear him whisper an 'i'm sorry.'
Chase's pov
"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I know," Adam whispers back before setting me back down. "Now get some sleep," he instructs as he pulls the covers over me before leaving the room. " How's your arm?" Bree asks after the door closes. "I'm fine Bree," I sigh.
"I didn't ask how you were. I asked how your arm was. Besides I know your upset, so don't tell me your fine," she says softly while sitting down on the bed next to me. "My arm's fine," I lie. How the heck did Bree know I was upset? "Does it hurt?" she asks while picking up my bandaged arm. "Kinda," I shrug. She lightly presses on it making me hiss in pain. "Kinda?" she laughs, seeing my reaction.
"Now, care to tell me why your upset?" she smiles. "What makes you think i'm upset?" I defend. "Your all snappy and you get snappy when your upset," she explains with a knowing smile. Is it really that obvious?
I let out a huff of air and pull the covers over my head. "Can you leave so I can sleep? I'd rather not get duck taped to my bed by Adam," I groan. "Did you even listen to what Adam said? Your the baby brother and it's our job to take care of you. I'm staying," she says stubbornly.
I can't believe i'm about to do this. I push the covers back, sit up, and turn to face Bree. "Please?" I beg, desperation lacing my voice. She starts to waver. Her stern expression becoming soft. I give her the infamous puppy dog eyes and pouty lip and she nearly cracks. For once in my life i'm happy that I look younger than I actually am. She looks away, squeezing her eyes shut. "Jeez, your like Medusa or something," I hear her mutter under her breathe.
I lie back down and pull the covers over my head. Ugh… Why hasn't she left yet? I sniffle, trying to make her think i'm crying. I can easily make myself start crying if it comes to that. I'm really hoping it doesn't. "Chase, please don't cry," Bree whispers. That's one goal achieved. Which is surprising considering I suck at acting.
"Please just leave me alone," I reply, making my voice shaky. For a minute it's quiet, not counting my shaky breathes. "Okay," I hear Bree sigh. I hear the door open and close as Bree leaves the room. Finally, it's about time.
I continue to listen as she walks next door to Adam's room and quietly knocks on the door before entering. "Did Chasey fall asleep?" Adam asks. "No, not yet," Bree replies. "Is he doing okay?" Adam asks, concern lacing his voice. "He's upset," Bree sighs. "Why?" Adam asks, confused. "Dunno. I asked him if he would tell me why he was upset and he got defensive and asked me to leave. I said no and he started to beg me to leave and when I didn't he started crying," she explains.
"He what?" Adam gasps, "I'm gonna go talk to him." Crap. "No, Adam, I think he just wants to be alone," Bree stops him. Yay Bree. "Bree, what if he…" Adam trails off. What if I what? "I don't think he will," Bree replies. What if I what!? "I'm gonna check on him," Adam says firmly. Bree just sighs. Aw man. I quickly make myself start crying. It's not as hard as you think. You just think about really sad and depressing things like deaths of family members and stuff, or in my case, the time I spent with Douglas.
My bedroom door swings open and Adam walks in. "Go away," I cry. The bed is weighed down as Adam sits down. I pull the covers tighter around myself silently praying that he leaves. "We're home!" A voice calls from downstairs. Crap, Tasha and Mr. Davenport must be back. Well, so much for being left alone.
"Hey Bree, where are Adam, Chase, and Leo," I hear Tasha asks. Bree must've sped downstairs. "I think Leo's in his room and Adam and Chase are in Chase's room," she answers. "Could you tell them to come down here," Mr. Davenport asks. "Um… Chase is… having a moment," Bree replies. Is that what we're calling it. 'A moment.' "Oh…" Mr. Davenport and Tasha say in unison.
"Chasey," Adam says, grabbing my attention. "What?" I sniff. "You okay?" he asks. "'m fine," I reply. I'm tired of fake crying and my plan fell apart so there's no point in continuing. I push the covers back and sit up, wiping at my eyes. "You wanna go downstairs?" he asks. "Sure," I answer before climbing out of bed.
I follow Adam down to the living room, keeping my eyes trained on the floor. We sit on the couch in comfortable silence. Mr. Davenport's sitting at his desk by the window and Tasha's sitting at the kitchen island researching a story for work or something.
"So… Video games?" Adam suggests. "Why not?" I shrug while reaching for the remote. I change the setting on the TV while Adam turns on the gaming system and grabs the controllers. He comes back over and hands me a controller as the title screen for some zombie game pops up. We spend the next half hour slaughtering the undead. Suddenly Adam grabs my arm and starts shaking me for some reason. I yelp in pain, instinctively trying to pull away. He grips my arm tighter before letting go.
What the hell!? Let me at 'em! Shut up! "Chasey?" Adam says, worry etched on his face. "What was that for?" I squeak out, holding my injured arm to my chest. "It was an accident," Adam replies with a guilty shrug. "Whatever," I huff. "Chase," I hear Mr. Davenport say. I turn around to look at him, "What?" "You doing okay?" he asks, suspicion lacing his voice. "Just dandy," I reply sarcastically while rolling my eyes. "How's your arm?" he asks. "Hurts like heck," I reply, not even bothering to sugar coat it. "Do you want any pain meds?" he asks while standing up.
"I'll be fine," I sigh. "You sure? Because I kind of need to disinfect and redress it now," he says with a nervous laugh. Ugh… This is gonna hurt, but I still don't want any drugs. When we get down to the lab I promise i'm gonna take over and murder him and let you watch helplessly. What the heck is wrong with you!? Spike sounds dead serious… no pun intended.
"Well come on," Mr. Davenport says while gesturing for me to follow him down to the lab. Uh… I pause for a moment before shaking my head 'no.' "Chase, don't fight me on this," he sighs, growing impatient. I don't move. "ADAM!" Leo shouts from upstairs. Adam stands up and runs upstairs, ruffling my hair as he goes.
I turn back around to find Mr. Davenport standing in front of me, arms crossed. "Come on Chase," he says through gritted teeth. Once again, I shake my head 'no.' He sighs before picking me up bridal style, pinning my arms and legs. "Hey! Put me down!" I shout while attempting to struggle free. "Calm down," he sighs as he carries me down to the lab. Curse my small size!
~lab~
Mr. Davenport lays me down on the cyber desk, turns, and grabs some disinfectant and bandages off a small, metal, tray. I immediately sit up and hop off the cyber desk. "Don't make me restrain you, Chase," Mr. Davenport warns. It'd probably be better if he retrains me. That way Spike won't be able to do anything if he rears his ugly head. Well, I take that back. Never underestimate the power of the commando app. Slowly, I start backing towards the elevator, acting as though i'm trying to be stealthy.
"Chase," Mr. Davenport says sternly, his tone indicating that I should hurry up and hop back up onto the cyber desk. "Donald," I reply in the same tone, using his first name just to get on his nerves. Will he just hurry up and restrain me already!? Whoa… Never thought i'd hope to be restrained.
Mr. Davenport points to the cyber desk with one hand while counting down from five with the other. Oh… yeah he's mad. I don't budge. When he reaches zero he wordlessly comes over and picks me up, pinning my upper arms to my sides. I kick my legs a little, but don't really struggle. He sets me on the cyber desk and pushes me back until i'm laying flat on my back. Metal cuffs pop out of the desk top and clamp around my wrists and ankles. One question… Why in the world does he have metal restraints built into the cyber desk?
Mr. Davenport starts to unwrap the bandages on my arm as I feel Spike's presence. Go away! Make me! We're restrained! You can't do anything! You see, if I decide it's necessary I can tap into your bionics, but only one. When I do so you can know and see what's going on, but you won't have any control. Wow, you learn something terrifying everyday.
"What are you thinking?" Mr. Davenport asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Nothing," I reply mindlessly. "Oh please, your always thinking. Don't try anything or i'll disable use of your bionics," he warns. I nod before returning to my conversation with Spike.
Ha! You hear that? You can't do anything! Watch me! A burning sensation spreads through my arm making me wince. Involuntarily, an inhumane growl tears through my throat and Mr. Davenport freezes for a moment before continuing. I feel Spike trying to escape and do my best to suppress him. It's not easy though. Imagine trying to stop something that's virtually part of your nervous system. Well, maybe a better example would be trying to tell your heart when to beat or keep goosebumps from appearing. That's physically impossible, but it seems like a pretty accurate description.
The words 'commando app engaged' and 'commando app disengaged' flicker back in forth in bold red letters. Mr. Davenport starts trying to talk to me, as if the pain coming from my arm isn't distracting enough. I just ignore him and focus on keeping Spike away. Besides, he's probably bragging about a new invention or how awesome he is or something anyway. I take shaky deep breathes, trying to hold my concentration.
Mr. Davenport redresses my arm and the metal restraints unlock. He attempts to help me sit up, but I push him away and sit up on my own. Before he can even open his mouth to say something, I hop off the cyber desk and sprint up to my room. Ignoring the exhaustion I feel.
~Chase's~room~
I turn off the lights and collapse on my bed from the lack of energy. Spike finally stopped trying to get out in the elevator upstairs, but I don't dare let my guard down. Spike's a tricky one. Maybe meditating will help me gain some more control on the situation. I sit up, walk into the bathroom, grab a candle and a match, light the candle, and set it on my nightstand. After disposing of the match, I sit back down on my bed and cross my legs pretzel style. My eyes drift closed as my breathing evens out, giving the impression that i'm sleeping.
Mr. Davenport's pov
Something's up with Chase. I quickly put away the medical supplies and hurry upstairs to find him. Apparently he had a 'moment' earlier and now he's acting very disrespectful and disobedient. I head up to his room because it's the most obvious place. If he's not there i'll check the gymnasium.
I stop in front of his door and crack is door open a hair. Chase is sitting on his bed with his eyes closed and legs crossed. The only light in the room comes from a candle sitting on the bedside table. It illuminates the room in a rather unsettling way.
Before I can say a word Chase's eyes snap open and he turns to face me, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Hey buddy," I greet. He doesn't say anything in reply. Instead he just continues to look at me as if he's waiting for an explanation as to why i'm standing in the doorway of his room.
When I don't say anything he closes his eyes and goes back to his meditation. He's meditating which means he's either stressed, been overwhelmed by his thoughts, or is having trouble with Spike. I invite myself into his room and sit down on the bed next to him.
"You doing okay?" I ask while gently combing my fingers through his hair. "I'm fine. Quit it," he sighs, annoyed, as he slaps my hand away. Well that's a lie. He seems really anxious and nervous. "Everything okay?" I ask, trying to get him to make eye contact with me. He's always had issues with eye contact for some reason. I wonder why. "Fine," he replies dully. Although it sounds more like a rehearsed line.
I decide not to push, but what if something is seriously wrong? What if it's something urgent and he doesn't wanna tell me because he's scared about how he'll react? "You know you can tell me anything right?" I say, trying to at least let him know that i'm here for him. He mutters something under his breathe and nods continuing to look down.
"Why do you do that?" I ask after a moment of silence. "Do what?" he asks, confused. "Avoid eye contact," I answer, waiting for an answer. "'Cause," he shrugs. "'Cause why?" I push. "'Cause he slapped me if I made eye contact. Told me it was disrespectful. Told me I wasn't good enough," Chase whispers shakily, moving to hug his knees to his chest. Well now I feel bad for asking. I'd prefer to not stir up bad memories. "Please leave," he whispers. I open my mouth to say something, but think better of it and decide to leave.
~time~skip~
I go up to Chase's room and knock on the door once before opening it. He's laying on his side watching the candle on his nightstand. Is he asleep. "Chase," I whisper. "What?" he croaks out. "Time to come downstairs for the movie," I tell him. "M'kay," he sighs while sitting up before blowing out the candle. I turn around and head back down to the living room.
I sit down on the couch next to my lovely wife and wait for the kids to show up. Bree walks in first, eyes glued to her phone screen, Adam's next, then Chase, and lastly Leo, who stops to make popcorn. We all squeeze together on the couch and start the movie.
~time~skip~
About halfway through the movie Chase whispers something to Tasha in a voice just quite enough that I can't make out what he's saying. She nods and whispers something back. Chase stands up and walks off, presumably to the lab. "What was wrong with Chase?" I ask. "He said he didn't feel well," Tasha replies.
Well that would explain his recent attitude change. "I'm gonna go check on him," I whisper before standing up and heading in the direction Chase went. "Eddy, where's Chase?" I ask my annoying emoticon thing. "In the gymnasium," Eddy answers dully before disappearing. I thought he didn't feel well. Why would he be in the gym? I head to the gym and stand in the doorway, observing Chase.
He just doing random flips across the floor and crashing into the wall every time. Maybe he is sick. He stumbles to his feet after crashing into the wall again and runs into the other wall, literally. He starts flipping back into the wall again, but his injured arm gives out beneath him, causing him to fall to the floor in a heap. He slowly eases himself into a kneeling position, wiping away tears as he does so.
"Chase," I call walking towards him. He jumps and looks at me. "What's wrong?" I ask while kneeling down next to him.
He stands up and walks away from me laughing bitterly. He starts ranting as he paces the floors. It's too hard to make out most of the things he says, but a few things stick out. He says thing like 'i'm such an idiot,' 'he's dead because of me,' and 'I hate myself.'
He pauses in his rant and stops in front of me. "Am I a bad person?" he asks quietly. "Of course not," I reply, not even pausing to think about it. I don't need to. His breathing starts to get louder and I quickly wrap my arms around him. He sobs brokenly into my chest, breaking my heart. I sit down on the floor and pull him into my lap.
Eventually his sobs quiet down to whimpering and hiccups. I just sit there holding him for a few minutes until I can't wait any longer to ask the question haunting my mind. "Chase, why would you think you're a bad person?" I ask gently. I have to know. "Someone's dead because I was stupid and messed up," he hiccups. "Buddy, people make mistakes all the time," I whisper. "Yeah well, people don't usually die when someone forgets to unload the dishwasher," he mumbles bitterly.
"Well no, but think about it. What happens if a doctor make a mistake? Or a police officer? Or a firefighter?" I point out. He seems to think about this for a moment before replying. "But those people aren't bionic," he mutters. "Maybe so, but that doesn't mean they aren't heroes. They're still good people even if they make mistakes," I whisper.
"It's not just that," he sighs. "Then what is it?" I ask, confused as to what else could be upsetting him so badly. "After the kid pulled the trigger the first word that popped into my mind was 'pathetic,'" he whimpers. "Was it directed at yourself or him?" I ask. "Him," he hiccups. Okay. I'm not really sure how to respond to that. I don't get the chance to though because Chase starts to cry again.
After awhile he stops crying and relaxes. His breathing even out, signaling that he's asleep. I carry him downstairs and set him in his capsule. What am I going to do?
~morning~
Tasha and I call the kids into the living room to give them the news. Chase hasn't said a word since last night which worries me. I talked it over with Tasha and she thinks we should just wait and see what happens. The kids sit down on the couch and wait for us to tell them why we called them here. "Well, as you may have noticed, I've been very busy lately and that's because i've been planning a trip to my facility in Maine," I announce. The kids don't react. They just wait for further explanation.
"We'll be spending the week at my facility so you guys can get some more extensive training with your bionics. We'll be staying in one of my many houses. We leave in two days at five am. and will take my private jet. So start packing," I exclaim. Their eyes widen at the mention of leaving at five am. Oh boy...
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