Chapter 3: Spike
Bree's P.O.V.
I can't believe there's a girl my age in the house. I've always wanted a sister. Now I have one.
"Okay, so we have to go to the mall, we have to go shopping and buy you a whole wardrobe. I love your style. We need to get you a boyfriend and we need..." I say.
"Whoa. Slow down, Bree! I just got my room set up." Sabrina says.
We just finished putting all her stuff away, with a little help from my bionics. Her room is Davenport's old mirror room, which is pretty big. Tasha said it was this one or his lab space. The room is baby blue, with a king size bed. Davenport already took us to get a bunch of furniture for her room so she has a walk-in closet, which we have to go shopping to fill. She has a leather couch and chair set, maple wood tales, a work desk and an extra loft bed. She told me she got that for me.
"Sorry, it's just, when you've lived in a basement with boys for sixteen years, a girl moving in gets you excited." I reply.
"I get it, don't worry." She says and jumps onto the silk sheets of the king-size bed.
"K. Are you nervous?"
"Only about going to Mission Creek High."
"Why?"
"Because of everything you've told me about."
"Ha. Don't worry. You have 3 bionic siblings on your side."
"Well..."
"What?"
"I think Chase hates me."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"I'm sure he doesn't."
"I'm not sure."
"Seriously? Here. Just come down to the lab with me."
"Fine." She says and I grab her arm and speed down to the lab.
"Warning much." She says when we stop.
"Sorry." I say and Chase turns to us.
"I'll just leave." I say and speed out, knocking Chase over in the process.
Sabrina's P.O.V.
When Chase gets up, he just stares at me for a minute. Then he comes toward me.
"Chase, do you hate me?" I ask.
"What do you think?" He says and presses me against the wall.
"Chase, stop." I say and he grabs me by the neck.
"Chase, Stop! Help! Please!" I plead, barely breathing.
"Please." I say before I pass out from lack of air.
Spike's P.O.V.
Once she goes limp, I squeeze for another few seconds, then throw her body to the ground. I can't believe he brought another kid into this house. I didn't mind Leo because he gave us freedom, but what did she do to deserve to be here? Nothing, that's what.
Bee and Davenpork come down and I don't have time to hide her.
"What happened? We heard... Oh My God." Donald Duckyport says as his eyes land on her body.
"Spike. Why?" Bee says.
"I didn't like her." I say and suddenly, there's a needle in my neck.
"Back to Chase." She says, and I feel the liquid enter me and I become Chase again.
Bree's P.O.V.
I pull the syringe out of his neck and let him fall to the floor. Then, I run over (Normally) to Mr. Davenport, who is putting Sabrina on the lab table. He puts an oxygen mask on her and then I ask.
"Is she breathing?"
"Barely."
"Will she..."
"Yes, she'll live."
Tears spill down Mr. Davenport's face as he takes care of her. Chase stands up and I grab another syringe.
"Whoa. Don't stab me!" He yells.
"Sorry."
"Why do I feel dizzy?"
"Because I stabbed you in the neck with bionic deactivating serum."
"Why? You know I'm scared of needles."
"You were Spike."
"Oh. So what happened?
"You almost killed Sabrina."
"What? Are you serious?"
"Yes. Do you like her?"
"Yes, why?"
"She thinks you don't."
"Oh."
"Bree. She's awake." I hear Mr. Davenport say.
Chase's P.O.V.
I walk over with Bree and she immediately grabs the syringe from Bree.
"Don't kill me." She says with fire in her eyes.
"It was Spike who attacked you." Mr. Davenport says and takes the syringe from her.
"I do like you. Don't worry." I say.
"Alright." She says and lets me hug her.
The really isn't the best way to get to know your new family.
~Hayo! Wassup. Sorry I'm bored. Nothing to say. Ciao.
Quote:
Chase: Once a year, Mr. Davenport and I present his newest devices to all the international buyers. In other words...
Chase, Donald: [together] Ka-ching!
(Chase and Donald perform a secret handshake between them)
Chase: (noting Leo's attempt to join in) What are you doing?
Leo: I wanna be in on... The Call.
Chase: Yeah... Sorry, Leo. There's no more room. I'm already the product specialist, the set designer, chief demonstrator, and insanely happy spokesmodel.
(demonstrated smiling and posing ability)
Donald: Although there MIGHT be a role for Leo... as long as someone follows him around everywhere he goes with a fire extinguisher.
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