And here is where the real story starts. This is supposed to be the big underlying question throughout most of the rest of the story. What did she choose? You'll find out. So, there's action, Krane, and torture all in one chapter. I think this is the point where things start to get interesting. Anyway, I should probably let you read for yourself. Here you go!
"Leo!" I shouted. "Leo, please!" Tears slipped out of my eyes, either from frustration or fear. "Leo, where are you? Help me!" I couldn't breathe. The space was too small.
The bionic kids were in detention for missing so many days again. Tasha and Donald were on a business trip. Leo and I had decided to go to the mall. Out of nowhere, Victor Krane had geo-leaped in front of me and attacked. Leo tried to intercept, and Krane had shoved me in a cleaning closet. I still didn't know what had happened to Leo, which scared me more than the fact that Krane was out there.
"Leo!" I was almost screaming now. He wasn't replying, and I was starting to panic. "Leo, please say something! Leo!"
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Krane stood before me. "Looking for this?" he asked, holding an unconscious Leo by the collar.
"Leo! What did you do to him?" I asked fiercely.
"Don't worry, princess. I just knocked him out. What I'm going to do is what should worry you."
"What do you…" I didn't get the chance to finish. He threw Leo into the closet and grabbed my arm. Soon, I felt us going through the strange and uncomfortable process of geo-leaping.
We were in a warehouse. It was dark and musty and abandoned. I tried to resist, but he hit my head, not knocking me out but making me feel dizzy and unsteady. He shoved me up against a pole and wrapped a thick chain around me. Once I got over my vertigo, I struggled to break my bonds, but it was useless.
"What do you want, Krane?" I growled.
"I want you to become my spy on the Davenports."
I snorted. "And why would I ever do such a thing?" I suddenly remembered that this, the chance of becoming a danger to them, was one of the reasons why I wanted to leave the Davenports in the first place. Why didn't I just fly away?
"Because I still know where your father is, and if you don't do this, I'll kill him." When I rolled my eyes, he continued, "I know you still love him. He is your father after all. Even though you stubbornly deny it, you would still protect him."
"How do you know?" I sneered.
"You're a Davenport. You would do anything to protect your family. Just like every single one of your family members."
"Why me?" I asked, trying to avert the subject.
"You're the new one, and you're the youngest. They haven't had time to get rid of that warm, accepting feeling and see the true you yet. They trust you, even Donald. You're the perfect target."
"I won't betray my family."
"Yes, you will. Either way, you'll be a family traitor. You have to pick one: your father or your new family. Choose, little girl, or I will for you."
He loomed over me threateningly. I stared back defiantly, but inside, I was shaking with fear. He had given me the impossible choice. And I couldn't make a decision.
Or maybe I could. I knew what I had to do. It was hard; I was becoming a traitor, and I knew there was no way Krane would let me off easy. I took a deep breath and spoke.
My eyes were barely open. I sagged against the pole I had been standing against for so long now, the chains tugging on my limp body and digging into my skin. I didn't care though; I was too tired to care.
The door to the warehouse burst open, and I saw silhouettes against the harsh light. Voices drifted around me, saying things I couldn't make out. Hands held me, unwrapping the chain and holding me steady as I put all my weight on my feet. My legs shook violently and would have buckled if it weren't for the people supporting me. I took small steps the way they were leading me, toward the open door. Finally, someone grabbed me around the waist and lifted me onto their shoulder. I would have sighed with relief if I had the strength.
The person set me down in what I guessed was the back seat of a car and sat down next to me, shutting the door. My eyes quickly adjusted back to the dim light, and I could make out the Davenport family. Adam, who had been the one carrying me, lifted my head and put it on his lap. They all looked extremely worried.
Donald started the car from the driver's seat, Bree next to him in the passenger's. Chase slipped in on the other side of me, doing the same to my legs as Adam did to my head. Mr. Davenport started driving, and there was an unbearable silence in the small vehicle.
"What did he do to you?" Bree finally asked.
My voice was raspy from misuse and from screaming a lot. "He wouldn't let me sleep. When I started to drift off, he would shock me with electricity."
"That monster…" Donald said.
"That's awful. Why did he take you?" Chase questioned.
"He wanted me to spy on you guys for him." My voice was barely a whisper. I didn't like how weak and small it sounded. My body was a lead weight, trying to drag me down.
"Poor bird-girl," Adam whimpered.
I couldn't help a small smile at his nickname for me. "Can I sleep now?"
"Yes, of course." Mr. Davenport sounded so soft and caring and concerned.
I didn't waste any time. I was gone the second my eyes closed.