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The rain beat steady against the window. Douglas faced his daughter, Bonnie. "Dad...I'm sorry" Bonnie said in a quiet voice, her eyes searching her father's face for any sign of forgiveness. Douglas still held a blank expression, but his eyes were focused entirely on Bonnie. "Why did you." Douglas stuttered. He put a hand through his hair. "Because" Bonnie began. "Because what?" Douglas asked, his voice getting loud. Bonnie stared at her father, "Because I wanted to know..." Bonnie said, her tone getting loud as well. Douglas stared at Bonnie. "Because...I needed to know..if you really cared about me" Bonnie said, Douglas' expression softened. Bonnie sighed. "And I the only way that I would find out. Is if I-"Died" Douglas finished, finally understanding. A tear escaped her eye, but she wiped it away quickly. Douglas stood up and walked over to Bonnie. He then brought her into a hug. Her head leaned on his shoulder, "Bonnie never forget this okay?" Douglas said. He felt her nod. "Never forget that I love you. Alright?" Douglas told her. He let go and she sat up, looking at her father. Bonnie smiled "Thank you for finally telling me" Bonnie said and hugged her dad once more.

Donald sat at the edge of the bed, head in his hands. He lifted his head when he heard the sound of the door opening. Turning around he saw Tasha coming into the room. Donald then put his hand through his hair and sighed. "Donald" Tasha said and put a hand on his shoulder. Donald didn't answer, nor did he look at her. Tasha sat down next to him and held his hand. "I know you're worried." Tasha began. "Of course I'm worried. If Douglas tells the authorities about the bionic chips and who he implanted it into, the kids are going to be in danger" Donald told her. "Look, Donald do you really think he would just give up the kids like that? I mean they are his creations..." Tasha trailed off. "But he's a unstable psychopath, a diabolical maniac...a-"I know he's all those things. But do you really think that he has no soul" Tasha said. Donald looked at her, "I really don't know" Donald replied.

He slammed his hand on the table. No matter how hard he tried, Douglas resisted. Daniel paced around his small apartment. There's got to be something. Tomorrow, he would visit Mr. Donald Davenport to get some answers. His eyes wandered to his watch. 6:32... The sky was already beginning to darken. He searched his near empty fridge for something to eat. Finally he found some left over pasta and mashed potatoes. As he waited for his food to finish in the microwave, his phone began to ring. He picked it up, "Hello?" Daniel asked. "Oh, Officer Leontine" the voice on the other side greeted. "Um..Who is this?" Daniel asked. "Oh, just an anonymous caller" the voice said. "But how did you get my number?" Daniel asked. "Look, I know how to get some answers from Douglas Davenport. And asking his brother isn't going to give you anything" the voice said. Daniel's brow furrowed, but he continued to listen to the voice, "Just a little pain, then all of the answers will be given" the voice suggested. "Do you mean.." Daniel asked, trailing off at the end. "No need to hurt the poor old man, all you need to do is get a hold of one of the kids" the voice said. "But..But I can't do that!" Daniel said. "Hey you want answers, this is what you're going to have to do" The voice paused. "It's easy. Do a little bad thing, then you'll get all of the good credit..." with that the line went dead.

The elevators opened and Chase looked up to see his siblings walk in. They all walk over to him. "Are you okay?" Bree asks. "I'm fine" Chase answers and turns to the control table, typing away. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. You guys will always live in this big old mansion with me" Leo said with a reassuring smile. "Group Hug" Adam called out happily. The four hugged. Chase smiled. Once again the elevator doors opened and they all turned to see Mr. Davenport walk in. "Alright, time to go to sleep" Mr. Davenport said. Mr. Davenport stood next to Leo behind the control table, as the three went into their capsules one by one. Mr. Davenport sighed. "Are you okay?" Leo asked his step father. Mr. Davenport pushed the button to change their clothes. "I'm fine" Mr. Davenport replied. Leo stared at him for a moment longer before saying goodnight and leaving him in the lab. Taking another look at the three bionic teens, Mr. Davenport turned around and left the lab.

He was sitting on something cold. He tried to move, but his hands were bound behind his back. He looked at the darkness in front of him. He struggled once more, and it seemed as if the ropes around his wrists got tighter. Then, he heard a sound. A soft calling, beckoning him. As he continued to look into the darkness, the voice got louder. "Mr. Davenport!" Someone called out. "Bree?" Mr. Davenport called back. But there was no respond. "Mr. Davenport!" another voice called, more urgent and rushed. "Chase" Mr. Davenport called back. Once again there was no answer to his call. "MR. DAVENPORT!" three voices called. A scream was followed soon after.

No longer was there darkness in front of him. He watched unable to do anything as his children were beat and tested on. He tried to call out to them but he had loss his voice. "NO!" Donald yelled into the darkness...

Well there you go my friends, chapter 3! Sorry for the late update, I forgot to save... I hope you enjoyed it. Love PBL!