AN: SO, I don't know how this chapter will be. I hope that it's alright, but I never know. Sorry if it's not good! :'( Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it! :D

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AN: This takes place after Taken. SO, yeah.

Bree's PoV:

When we reached the living room, we saw that no one was there. Leo and Tasha obviously weren't back from the store yet, because Leo would be playing video games and Tasha would be unpacking groceries if they were.

"Looks like Leo and Tasha aren't back yet. So, what do you guys want to do?" I asked, turning around to look at my brothers.

"I don't know. Maybe we should just-" Chase started, but he was cut off by a voice. A voice that we all knew and loathed.

"Well, hello Davenports. Long time, no see, huh?"

The three of us turned to see that Krane was standing in our kitchen.

I stood up straighter and snarled, "What do you want, Krane?"

"Well, isn't it obvious darling? I want you," he replied.

"Well," I shot back in a fake, sweet voice, "You're never going to get us."

"Oh no, sweetness. I think you misunderstood. I don't want all THREE of you, I just want YOU, Bree. Just you." My brothers stepped in front of me protectively.

"What do you mean?" Chase questioned, staring Krane straight in the eyes.

"Listen. I wanted to kill all three of you, and your family. But then it hit me- I wouldn't have to kill ALL of you. That would take too much time anyway. But if I killed ONE of you, well, the rest of you would be devastated. So, I started to think-which one of you is the weakest? I wanted it to be a bionic, I knew that for sure. Anyway, I had to think about it for a few minutes and work it out logically. Adam, your bionic ability is strength, so that ruled you out. Usually, the youngest is the weakest, but Chase has numerous abilities, which makes him strong too. So that leaves Bree. Tiny, little, pathetic Bree." Krane walked towards us, making us back up.

"Now move aside boys. This will all be easier if you just let her go," Krane said, standing a few feet away.

"Never," Adam growled.

"Okay then. We'll do this the hard way." Krane geoleaped away, and for a moment, I thought that he was gone for now. But the next thing I knew, someone grabbed me roughly around the waist, and I felt an odd sensation. It was like being sucked into a blackhole, and then being spit out again. (AN:Sorry, I don't know what geoleaping feels like. :() The world spun for a minute, but when it stopped spinning, I realized that Krane had me. He had geoleaped, grabbed me, and geoleaped back to his previous spot in the room, a few feet away from my brothers. He had a knife to my throat, and he was holding me tightly, painfully. I was sure that if I survived this, I would have some serious bruising on my stomach.

"She isn't worth the effort, boys. She is nothing, she just slows you down. She's a whiney, emotional, bratty, teenage girl that's a waste of space. She is worthless and pathetic. Why bother with her?" Krane asked.

"Because. She's none of the things you said, Krane. She's everything to us. And how can the fastest person in the world slow us down?! She's not whiney or emotional, and she's sure as hell not bratty. She will never be a waste of space, and she will never be worthless and pathetic. She's our sister, and we love her," Chase stated firmly, and even though his face was wiped of any emotion, save for anger, I could see the sincerity of his words in his eyes. Adam nodded in agreement, and as I stared at my brothers, I had an epiphany. My brothers had their phones in their pockets, and I had mine in my pocket. If we could call Mr. Davenport and put the call on speaker, Mr. Davenport would hear what was going on, and he could come help us. Sure, there was a risk that he might talk out loud, but we'd just have to hope he didn't.

While Krane was busy having a stare down with Adam, I stared at Chase, getting him to meet my gaze. He stared at me intently, and I tried to send a signal through my eyes. I shifted my eyes to look at Chase's pocket, then back at his eyes. Unfortunately, he just looked confused. I rolled my eyes. For a super genius, he could be pretty thick. I widened my eyes and stared at his pocket for a minute, then shifted my eyes back to meet his eyes.

"Davenport," I mouthed to him silently. Thankfully, he picked up on it this time. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, assumingly trying to unlock his phone and get to his contacts. I was impressed by how discrete he was, his fingers not seeming to move at all. He stared right at me the whole time, sending me messages through his eyes. Luckily, I understood perfectly. He was almost there, he had told me. He was so close. "Come on, Chase," I thought, "You can do this. I know you can."

A few second later, Chase's eyes told me that he had done it. Mr. Davenport could hear everything now, we just had to give him something to hear.

"You'll never get away with this," I told Krane, causing him to put his knife in his belt and turn me around to face him.

"Oh, Bree," Krane cooed, "I already have."

"Not if we disabled your bionics. Then you'd be human, and we could kill you easily," I argued, hoping that Mr. Davenport understood what he had to do. He had to hack into Krane's bionic chip somehow and disable any and all abilities that Krane possessed. If that was possible, then I could use Krane's knife to stab him in his stomach, killing him. (AN: I don't know if this is actually possible, but it could be. Even if it's not, it is in this story! Okay. Back to said story.)

"Oh, sweetheart," Krane said, talking to me as if I was a small child who had just said that unicorns exist, "That's impossible. But you know what's not impossible?"

Krane used his force blast of electricity to push Adam and Chase into the wall, leaving them conscious but unable to move. Krane lifted me up by my throat, choking me. "Your death," he finished. I clawed at his hand, desperate to get away. I could see my brothers in my peripheral vision, struggling to get up and failing. I thought at first that the electricity had fried Chase's phone, but it was then that I remembered- Chase hadn't bought himself a phone, he made himself one. A (bionic) life proof one. That meant that he had adapted it to withstand Adam's electricity blast, so it was fine. I internally sighed.

"Nothing's impossible," I choked out, "Some things are simply to hard to consider doing."

"That's cute," Krane sneered.

"Why aren't you using your super strength on me?" I questioned, "You could just kill me off now."

"Where's the fun in that?" Krane asked. "Besides," he continued, "I love watching you suffer."

I rolled my eyes, causing him to tighten his grip on my throat. I choked even more now, and Krane smiled at me before throwing me across the room. My body slammed into the wall, and spots started to dance in front of my vision. "No," I told myself, "You can't pass out. Stay awake for your family." I gasped for air, feeling relieved as sweet, beautiful oxygen entered my lungs. I pushed myself up on wobbly arms and stood up straight, facing Krane head on.

Krane looked slightly surprised at the fact that I had gotten up, that I was up at all. "I'm impressed, Bree. But you're still the weakest one."

"We'll see," I snarked, walking up to him.

I got into my fighting position and waited for him to make the first move. Krane threw a punch at my head, which I ducked. I roundhouse kicked him in the ribs, making him stumble back a little. I threw a punch at his head while he was trying to regain his balance, which resulted in a bloody nose for Krane. He wiped his hand under his nose, smearing blood across his face.

I cringed slightly, which went unnoticed by Krane. As stupid as this was, I was scared of blood. It wasn't as bad now as it was when I was little, but the sight still made me slightly queasy. My brothers knew this too, and I knew that they noticed me cringe. Krane let out a roar of rage and grabbed my arm, flipping me once and then throwing me across the room again, making me hit the kitchen island this time. I couldn't help it. As much as I didn't want to give Krane the pleasure of seeing or hearing how much he had injured me, I cried out in pain involuntarily. My back had hit the island, and now my whole body burned in pain. But I got back up again, ignoring my screaming, burning body. He would NOT beat me.

I saw Mr. Davenport run in the room from the lab. He told me something through his eyes, and I had to resist the urge to smile. He had disabled Krane's bionics. I could kill Krane in the same ways that I could kill a normal person. Krane ignored Mr. Davenport, walking over to me and lifting me up by my throat again.

"We need to end this. Once and for all," Krane told me. I saw that his knife had remained in his belt during the fight. I could reach it.

I stared Krane right in the eyes. "I agree." I used my super speed to grab his knife and stab him in the stomach. He dropped me as his hands went to his abdomen, clutching it and falling to his knees. He lifted his eyes so they could stare into mine, and he grinned maniacally.

"You just killed a man, sweetness," Krane said, "And you're never the same after that."

"You're not a man," I spat at him, "You're a monster."

Krane just continued to smile at me evilly. "Maybe. Maybe not. But it doesn't matter. You're a muderer, Bree. Maybe YOU'RE the monster." Then Krane's eyes rolled back into his head, and his body fell back onto the floor limply.

Maybe he was right. I was a murderer, one of the things that I knew and swore that I would never be. I killed a person. I killed someone. I sat down slowly on the couch and put my head in my hands, my fingers in my hair. I felt my body start to shake slightly, and I didn't know what it was from until I felt hot tears run down my cheeks. I couldn't believe it. I was a monster.

"Bree," I heard Chase say softly as he sat down next to me. "It's alright. It's all over. Everything will be fine." Chase put his arms around my shoulders
protectively, hugging me to him.

"No, Chase," I practically whispered, "It won't be. Nothing will be fine. I just killed someone; I'm a murderer." I looked at Chase and said softly, "I'm a monster."

I felt the couch shift again as Mr. Davenport sat on my left, putting a hand on my knee. Adam kneeled in front of me and took my hands gently, staring at me. I looked down at my lap until I felt a hand under my chin, gently forcing me to look up. I saw that it was Adam that was making me look up. He stared into my eyes with a gentle yet serious gaze.

"Look at me, Bree," Adam said, "You are NOT monster, and you are NOT murderer. You didn't kill out of cold blood like Krane was going to; you killed out of self-defense. You were protecting yourself and this family, and there's nothing wrong with that. He's the one that started it- HE came after YOU."

"Yeah," Chase agreed in a soft tone, "Exactly. Bree, we are bionic superhumans that were and still are trained to protect each other and the world. Krane was a villain. You did what you had to do."

"I didn't HAVE to kill him," I argued, "I could've let him live. We could've frozen him or something like we did with Douglas. But I decided to kill him instead, which is one of the worst things that a person could ever do to someone else."

"Sweetheart, we all know that we couldn't have frozen him. I would've done it in your position. He was too dangerous to be kept alive. And for your information, you're not even CLOSE to a murderer. You know what the difference between you and a murderer is?" I shook my head 'no,' and he continued, "The difference is this: A murderer wouldn't feel bad. They wouldn't even mind at all that they had ended someone's life. But you care, a little too much for my personal preference. And you mind, Bree, you have a heart, a conscious. Those are only two reasons why you're not a murderer."

"And think about it," Chase continued, "Police officers have to kill people sometimes, during things like shootouts. It doesn't make them killers, it just means that they're doing their job. They do their job, we do ours."

I let out a sigh. "Whatever you say." I got up and walked out of the living room, ignoring Adam's pleas to wait. I just needed time to think, so I decided to go to the roof. The roof was my "secret hideout," and I always went there when I was upset. I supersped up to the roof and sat down, taking my sweet time thinking. I was technically a killer, but Chase had a good point. I guess a person would generally have really good points if they were a supergenius. But anyway. Back to the whole murder thing. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure what I was. On one hand, Chase was right- I was doing my job, just like police officers do their's. But on the other hand, I had killed someone, and I swore that I would never do that. Ever. But I did. And I would never forgive myself for that, EVER. No matter what. Maybe I was overreacting, and maybe I was being melodramatic. But I didn't care. I had killed someone, so I believed that I had the right to be as melodramatic as I wanted to be.

Sure, Krane was an evil, jacked up bionic guy that was trying to kill me, but still-did I have to KILL him?! Was that completely necessary?! I thought that my first reaction would be 'no,' but it wasn't. It wasn't a 'yes' or a 'no.' It was an 'I don't know.' An 'I have no idea.' I didn't know what I was feeling; I just knew that I felt one thing. Numb. I felt numb inside, and it scared me. But at the same time, I was kind of okay with it. I just wanted to sit in my old room and stare at the wall. "So that's what I'll do," I thought. I sped off of the roof and into the house. I sped upstairs and entered my old bedroom. Tasha had changed everything back to the way it was originally, though the bed was still there. I sat down on the bed and stared at the wall, letting the numb feeling take me over. It was oddly welcoming, and it felt kind of good to just be numb, to not feel anything for awhile. "I'll snap out of it later," I thought, "For now, I'll stay comfortably numb."

I had been staring at the wall for a few minutes when I heard a soft knocking. The door opened slowly, and I saw Tasha standing in the doorway. She entered the room slowly and sat down beside me when she reached the bed. Her arm wound around my shoulders and she pulled me into a hug.

"I heard what happened," Tasha whispered, "I'm so sorry, sweetie. You have to understand though- you did what you had to do. If I had been in your situation, I would've done it. He was going to hurt you, and you stopped him. It was self-defense." She hesitated before continuing, "I understand that you're upset, and just remember- I'm here for you. Whenever you need me, I'm here for you." Tasha released me from our hug but kept her arm around my shoulders. She looked at my face and saw my blank expression. I was still staring at the wall, and this must've worried Tasha. "Bree?" she asked. I didn't answer.

Tasha got up from the bed and ran downstairs. I could hear her shouting. "Donald! Get up here now! Something's wrong with Bree!" I heard frantic footsteps running up the stairs, and moments later, my whole family burst through the door. Mr. Davenport kneeled in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders, his eyes searching my face. I met his eyes with my own, and he questioned, "Bree? What's wrong? Are you alright?"

I just stared at him blankly, not answering. Part of me wanted to answer, but a larger part of me didn't want to say anything. So I didn't.

Mr. Davenport shook me gently, but I just continued to stare at him. "Bree? Sweethart, I need you to talk to me. Please, Bree. Please." Silence. Mr. Davenport turned around to look at our family. "I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Well, can't you find out?!" Adam asked, sounding really worried and slightly frantic.

"I need to get her down to the lab and run some tests. Maybe something's wrong with her chip," Mr. Davenport replied. He turned back towards me and picked me up bridal style, holding me close to his chest. He ran downstairs with me, being careful so as not to drop me. He carried me into the elevator and pressed the button for the lab. As we rode down to the lab, Mr. Davenport looked at my face again. "What's wrong, Bree? Please, tell me something." But I didn't reply. He just sighed and kissed my forehead, holding me even closer than before.

We arrived in the lab and Mr. Davenport carried me to my capsule. He stood me in my capsule and closed the door, then walked over to the cyber desk.

"Alright Bree, just close your eyes and wait for me to tell you to open," Mr. Davenport instructed. I obeyed, closing my eyes. I felt a warmness spread over my body and I heard a faint buzzing sound as Mr. Davenport scanned my chip. A minute later Mr. Davenport said, "Okay, you can open your eyes and come out of your capsule."

I opened my eyes and saw my brothers and Tasha standing next to Mr. Davenport and staring at me worriedly. I pushed open the door of my capsule and stepped out, rubbing the back of my neck. It was always a little sore when Mr. Davenport scanned my chip. I walked over to my family and stood in front of them.

"Well, I can't find anything wrong with her chip," Mr. Davenport announced. He threw his hands up in defeat and then slapped them back on the cyber desk in front of him. "I don't know what's wrong with her."

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me?! Oh, nothing much, I just killed someone, no big deal. You know? I mean, they're acting like this never even happened! How could they not understand that I was upset?! That's what was wrong with me! I wanted to tell them, but yet I didn't. I appreciated the concern, I really did. I thought about the five stages of grief that Chase told me about once. It went like this: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. "That's what I'm going through," I thought, "Except, I'm doing it out of order." I kind of skipped denial, because there was no denying it- I had killed someone. Because of this, depression came first. There was no bargaining, because that, along with denial, usually applied to a person who lost a friend or family member, not the killer. Now, I was feeling the anger of it all. I was angry at myself for doing what I did, I was mad at Krane for trying to kill me, I was mad at my family for not understanding, I was mad at everything.

I walked away from my family, ignoring their questions as to where I was going. I sped away upstairs, and I went back to the roof. I walked around on the roof for a few seconds before I punched the side of the house. I didn't punch hard enough to do any damage to myself or my house. Just hard enough to let out the anger- or at least some of it. I kept punching the house, not hard enough to hurt myself or the wall that I was punching, but enough to release some anger. I stopped after a few minutes, breathing heavily. I collapsed to the ground, sobbing. These next few weeks were going to be tough.

Three Weeks Later:

Chase's PoV:

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Krane attacked, since Bree killed Krane. Since Bree changed. She didn't talk anymore- she didn't do much of anything anymore. I mean, if you told or asked her to do something, she would do it, but she wouldn't say anything to you. She wouldn't say anything to anybody. She didn't wear makeup or do her hair anymore. She didn't wear anything except for hoodies that were way to big for her and old jeans. She didn't brush her hair anymore, she just kept it pulled up in a messy bun. She would still brush her teeth and put on deoderant, but that was it. She didn't wash her face, and she rarely showered. The only reason that she showered at all these past few weeks was because Tasha would make her. Tasha would take Bree and help her wash up, dry her off, and Bree would dress herself.

Except for chores and keeping up (somewhat) with her hygiene, all Bree did was stare. She was deathly pale, and she had dark semicircles under her eyes. We could tell that she hadn't slept well these past few weeks, and it was a miracle that she hadn't passed out from exhaustion yet. She didn't eat much, so every night at dinner we had to try to convince her to eat SOMETHING, anything.

I hated it. I hated seeing her like this. It was completely heartbreaking, and every time I saw her, part of me died. Our family hated this too, obviously. It hurt all of us to see her like this, and the only thing we wanted was for the old Bree to come back.

I did and didn't understand why she was so upset about this. On one hand, I didn't understand because Krane had been our enemy. He had hurt our family before, and then he tried to kill Bree. But yet, despite all of that, she still felt horrible. On the other hand, I could understand why she was upset. Not only was it a traumatic experience for her, she was also very soft-hearted. She couldn't be seriously mad at almost anyone, if anyone at all, for a long period of time. She somehow always found the good in people, and that was one thing that I admired about her. I knew that she would be upset, I just didn't expect her to be THIS upset.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Tasha saying, "Chase, dinner is ready. Can you go get Bree?" I nodded and got up from the couch, walking down to the lab to retrieve my sister. I rode in the elevator down to the lab and stepped out when I arrived. I saw Bree sitting in the chair behind the cyber desk, staring at a wall. I walked up to Bree and placed my hand on her back. She didn't jump or flinch, she just kept staring.

"Bree," I said softly, "Dinner is ready."

Bree snapped out of it and looked at me. She nodded slightly and stood up, walking to the elevator with me. I kept my hand on her back, but whether it was because I was guiding her or because I was afraid that she would disappear, I didn't know. Most likely the second one. I felt that if I let go of her, she would dissipate into thin air.

We stepped into the elevator and I pressed the button for the living room. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Bree's eyes were fixated on them, staring blankly ahead. I sighed and pulled Bree to me, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"Breezy, I miss you," I whispered. But Bree didn't say anything, she just stared straight ahead. I sighed again. I just wanted my sister back. We rode up in silence until finally we reached the living room. Tasha had already set dinner on the table, along with plates, silverware, and glasses of water. I sat Bree down in her usual spot, inbetween me and Adam. I sat down next to her, and my family, who were already seated around the table, began to eat. The only one who wasn't eating was Bree, which didn't surprise me. It just made me sad.

"Bree, are you going to eat anything?" I asked gently, trying to look at her face. But she just continued to stare at her lap. I sighed (which I seemed to be doing a lot lately) and continued, "Bree, I know you're upset, but you need to eat."

Silence. "Bree, please," Adam pleaded, "Eat something. Anything. Just a little, even." Silence.

"Bree sweetheart, please eat something," Mr. Davenport said. Bree looked up at Mr. Davenport, which was success in and of itself.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," Bree replied, her voice sounding quiet and sore. We were all too shocked to say anything. This was the very first time at all that she had talked in three weeks, and it was the last thing that any of us expected.

"Bree, why haven't you been talking?" Leo questioned.

"I'm not quite sure," she answered quietly, "I guess I just needed time to think."

"I understand," Leo replied.

Bree gave Leo a small smile. "Thanks, Leo."

"Why haven't you been eating?" I asked Bree, taking her hand in mine and looking into her eyes.

She looked up at me and responded, "I wanted to. And at first, I tried. But, for reasons unknown to me, I couldn't keep anything down. I would eat something, but it never stayed in my stomach, and I got tired of throwing up. So I stopped eating. I guess I was just too upset."

I nodded solemnly. "Bree, why were you so upset about Krane?" Adam questioned.

Bree looked back down at her lap before she looked back up at Adam. "I wasn't upset about Krane. I was upset about what I did to Krane. I swore to myself, especially after everything that happened with Douglas, that I would never be a murderer. And then, I killed him. It might've been in self-defense, but regardless, I killed him. At first, I didn't understand. I didn't understand why I was so sad, I didn't understand why I was so angry, but most of all, I didn't understand how I could just stab a person. A human being. He was just like us, except he had a few more-okay, a lot more- abilities than us. And I killed him. But quite honestly, as horrible as this might sound, I'm over it. It's over and done with. So, I figure that there's no reason to waste any more of my life than I already have being upset about it. Plus, I REALLY need a shower. I'm starting to really disgust myself."

My family and I chuckled. Only Bree could lighten the mood like that after three weeks of sleep and food deprivation. I'm glad that that didn't change.

Two hours Later:

Chase's PoV:

I sat with Adam and Bree on the couch, watching a movie. Bree sat between me and Adam. My arm was around Bree's waist and Adam's arm was around her shoulders. I glanced at my big sister, who was freshly showered and wearing one of Adam's old t-shirts and a pair of my old sleep shorts for pajamas. We had recently gotten our own rooms, and we stopped wearing the black pajamas that we used to wear. Bree's hair was freshly washed and brushed, and she already looked better. She looked too skinny, and her eyes still had dark semicircles under them. But those things could and would be fixed.

I saw that Bree was looking really sleepy, and I brushed her hair away from her face with my free hand. I pressed a kiss to her forehead and asked her, "Are you ready to go to sleep Bree? We can take you to your room."

Bree simply nodded, and Adam, who had been paying attention to our conversation, turned off the T.V. Adam and I stood up. I picked Bree up bridal style and her arms wound around my neck. Her head rested on my chest, and her eyes closed. I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom, Adam following closely behind. I walked over to Bree's bed with Adam, who turned down her covers for me. I gently laid Bree down on her bed, and her eyes opened a little. Adam covered Bree up with the covers, and we each placed a kiss on her forehead. As I turned around to leave the room, Bree's hand caught my wrist.

I turned to look at Bree, who said, "Will you guys stay with me tonight?"

"Of course," I whispered. I pulled back Bree's covers as Adam walked around to the other side of the bed. We both climbed in, putting the covers back over ourselves and our sister.

"Night guys," Bree whispered, "I love you."

I smiled, and I knew that Adam was smiling too.

Coincidentally, Adam and I answered at the same time. "Love you too."

AN: SO, how was it? Hopefully it was alright. I'm sorry if this is too long, or not that good. Thanks for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following, if you do! Later! :P