Author's Note: This chapter, I honestly will not spoil anything, but there will be a most unexpected ending. And I want to thank dreamer4evera for her support and Annabeth23 and everyone else! Give yourselves high fives or pats on the back! Enjoy! Next chapter is the last, but, if it is unconclusive enough for you guys, I'll make another!
Chase was going to follow his siblings to their capsules for bed when a voice hailed him back. "Chase, we need to talk." It was Mr. Davenport. The one person Chase didn't want to talk to. The one person Chase did want to talk to.
"What about?" Chase had been acting like himself. He was mapping out the best moment to confront Donald. Maybe the time is now.
"I don't think Douglas would've let you go so easily. I think we should scan you." "If he was going to do anything, he would've done it by now." Chase knew it was time to confront Donald. He couldn't stand to wait any longer. "He did tell me about my mother. How she died." Chase said no more, for there was no need. Donald's body language had guilt and grief written all over it.
"I presume he told you I killed her. He was right. I did. But not in the way you think I did, I swear." Chase was thoroughly perplexed. How do you murder someone, but not murder them?
"Oh, and I should trust you why? You just admitted to killing her." He knew what Donald's response would be. "And you can trust Douglas?"
"He told me the truth. Something you never did, even when we found it out." Donald shook his head. "Chase, if I told you three, you'd be out for Douglas' blood. He's still my brother, albeit annoying, awful-haired, evil-"
"I get it. So, if he's wrong, what really did happen?" Chase felt a pulse in his head. He had to know both sides.
"Well, Molly and Douglas married. She had kids. Now, Douglas began siphoning from the company. I put a stop to it, temporarily. He started up, so I thought, if Molly threatened to leave him, he'd straighten out. No. He messed with Adam and Bree, then, when I told your mother what happened, she began to leave, and came to me for help. He poisoned her. And you know the rest. She wanted me to watch over you three, let you live normal lives. I regret not getting her away sooner, but I cannot change the past. Neither can you, Chase. I know how much we wish we could, but we can't." Donald left the lab, and Chase felt rage burn inside him. Not at Donald. At the man who had taken everything away from him. Douglas. Chase forgot about sleep, instead changing into his mission suit, and headed to Douglas' facility.
... "Hey, Big D, have you seen Chase? Adam and Bree said he wasn't in the lab when they woke up." Donald's eyes flashed. He turned to Leo. "Wait, what?"
"Chase didn't sleep with them last night. What's wrong, Big D?" Leo's voice had changed. He knew by Donald's manner something was wrong. "Big D, what's going on?" "I think Chase might doing something he'll regret." Donald hurried down to the lab in an attempt to stop the storm that was surely to be unleashed.
...
Chase walked through the facility, certainty and confidence in his step. He found his way to Douglas' workshop, and, with his molecularkinesis, made the door burst open. He stepped inside. Nervousness flickered across the face he glared at. "Chase, did you-"
"Find out who murdered my mother? Yes, I did." Chase's eyes became harder than diamond. "And he will pay. I assure you." With that, he lifted his father in the air with his molecularkinesis. Time for some father/son bonding time.
...
Bree was anxiously awaiting their arrival. She had no idea what had made her brother decide to go AWOL, and Mr. Davenport wasn't in a sharing mood. A shame she didn't have telepathy. Adam wasn't cracking his usual bad jokes, which was a good thing, and a bad thing. Even Adam understood there was something going on here. Bree wished she could ask Chase about what was happening, but it seemed he had been the catalyst of it all. Bree looked Mr. Davenport in the eyes, and decided she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.
"Mr. Davenport, what exactly is Chase going to do?" She kept her brown eyes on his. What she saw there surprised her. Grief and anger. She kept her face calm, her stubbornness taking root. "Bree, I think he may have gone after Douglas." Bree was perplexed, and it showed. Adam raised his hand.
"Why would Chase go after Evil Uncle Daddy? The guy is fun, I'll admit, but he's evil and kinda creepy." Adam's face turned more serious. "But if he hurts Chase, I swear he will regret it." Donald shook his head.
"Adam, I'm more worried about the opposite thing occurring." Bree stood up in outrage.
"Excuse me? Chase doesn't just go around randomly hurting people, no matter how evil or creepy they are! He has a reason, and you know what it is! He's our brother, don't we deserve to know?" Her voice cracked on the last sentence. She dropped on the seat next to Adam, suddenly feeling a weight on her shoulders. I did this. I clearly didn't notice something was wrong with Chase. The helicopter's sudden turbulence jolted her out of her thoughts. Mr. Davenport looked outside the cockpit window, leaning to the left to avoid the autopilot machine. "Oh, no. Chase..." Mr. Davenport returned to his seat. "I think Chase discovered a new ability. I think it was weather control, a more technical term would be Atmokinesis." Bree shook her head. Chase had just developed telepathy, no way he got another so fast.
"Mr. Davenport, there's no way Chase got that ability. He just got telepathy." Mr. Davenport looked at her, and raised both his hands. "It's been like six days, and I'm only now learning of this? If it's true, Bree, then the only other explanation is Douglas somehow made a bionic servant with this ability." Bree couldn't think of that. Douglas' last bionic servant had overpowered the three of them, easy. If Chase went alone, to a new and improved one...she shuddered. Then, an explanation popped into her mind.
"Or maybe it's just the weather. We can't have perfect weather all the time." Donald shook his head. "No, Bree, the forecast was sunny and moderate temperatures. This looks like the beginning of a hurricane. Bree panicked. "We have to get Chase out of her now! I am not losing him again!" Adam nodded, concern etched on his face. Donald nodded.
"We'll be landing in five minutes."
Chase had Douglas pinned against the outside wall of the facility, and it was easy to hold him there. He then sent him to the ground with one hand motion. Douglas looked up at him, and laughed, but with a begging undertone. He knew what power came with Chase, and knew he could not defeat it without his Triton App.
"Chase, I'm the one who told you about her. I actually told you the truth. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because you killed her. You murdered her and you didn't care. You were never even brought in. I promise you, by the end of today, you will have payed." Chase was astonished and a little terrified by how cruel and calculating and calm his voice sounded. He didn't plan on torturing Douglas. He just wanted him to own up to what he did.
"Oh, well, if this is revenge, why haven't you killed me?" Chase responded with a flick of the wrist, and Douglas was once again on the wall. Chase sensed and heard the coming of the storm. Ah. Time to put my new ability to use. He threw Douglas down on the ground hard enough so Douglas would need a few seconds' recovery. That was all Chase needed. Chase focused, and rain clouds brewed overhead. Chase let the rain begin to pour, and then left the storm to its own whims. He pinned Douglas against the wall, and knew that by the time this storm was over, Douglas would probably think twice about going up against his children again. Then Chase heard the helicopter, and the voices on there. Bree and Adam and Mr. Davenport. A family reunion. The helicopter landed, and Bree zipped over to Chase. She hugged him, and in surprise, he dropped Douglas, who grumbled, and began to stand.
Douglas looked at the sky behind them and smiled. He had an escape route. Donald approached his brother. And punched him in the face. Douglas stumbled back a few steps. Donald threatened him quietly, and Douglas began to chuckle. "Ha, Donny, you're all going to die here. Unless, of course, Chase here can magically stop this storm." Douglas kept laughing, and all three bionic children turned. Adam and Bree just knew it was a bad storm, Chase knew it was a hurricane. His hurricane. Oh, no...
"Wait, let's just get into the helicopter and fly off the island." Adam suggested. Chase glared at his brother, Douglas out of his mind. "Great idea! We can fly into it and die!" He clapped his hands in mock enthusiasm. Adam pointed at him. "I don't know if you can see him, but he's agreeing with me." Chase and Bree simultaneously swatted their brother on the arm. The storm rumbled closer, and the four non-psychopathic Davenports grew uneasy. Then it came to Chase.
"What if I just keep the storm away from us? Not the island, just us." Chase sounded serious and confident. Not that he was feeling much of the latter. Donald looked at him and shook his head. "Chase, if you do have this ability, it's too weak-"
"I helped summon and create this thing. The least I can do is stop it from killing us. As a last resort, I'll put up a force field." I have no idea if that'll be effective against a hurricane. The Davenports grouped together, and Chase held both his hands toward the storm, and began to concentrate. Adam bounced up and down.
"If Chase can control the weather, does that mean he could cause snow days?" Adam sounded like a child on Christmas. The joy was ruined by his sister telling him to shut up. After a few tense minutes the storm hit. It was devastating. Trees were ripped up, the facility walls creaked and groaned, small objects flew around. But, in a small dome around Chase, there was peace. Wind shrieked and howled, rain flooded from the sky in thick waves, thunder rumbled and lightning cackled, but in the dome, there was calm except for the shaking Adam.
"Hurricanes can last hours and days right?" Adam asked quietly. Bree shot him a glare. The dome's perimeter decreased an inch. Bree covered Adam's mouth with her hand, regretting all the germs that must be on it. Adam slapped her hand away. Chase winced in concentration. The dome's perimeter expanded. Donald looked around helplessly, then saw something right behind him. The helicopter!
"Chase, if we're mobile, can you still hold it off?" Chase nodded, one hand pressed flat against his temple as if having a migraine. The hurricane's power was too strong for him to last long. Certainly not the 2-4 days it could last. Donald boarded Adam and Bree, then motioned for his brother.
"Come on, Douglas, we have to go now!" Douglas backed away a few steps, on the edge of the dome. "Douglas, this isn't a trap. I don't want you to die. It isn't safe for you to stay here. Come here and get away from the edge." Douglas smirked, and was about to send a retort when Chase cried out in pain. The dome shrank about a foot, and Douglas was lost in the storm. Chase was filled with shock, and for a heartbeat, the storm itself slowed down. Then it immediately picked up. Donald recovered the quickest out of both of them, and he herded Chase on board.
"Where's Douglas?" Bree asked, "We aren't leaving him, are we?" Donald shook his head, fighting to control his skewered emotions. "He was too close to the edge. We have to go." Donald turned on autopilot, and the helicopter rose, and they flew into the storm.