Hey, everybody! I know it's been a while. I know, I know. I've just been busy... Anyway, here's your long-awaited chapter (I hope!) and please R&R!

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Douglas Davenport, also known as Dougie and Evil Uncle Daddy-the biological father/creator of all three lab rats and Donald Davenport's younger brother. Outside, his mannerisms were sadistic, childish, and petty. He was known for his indifference on whether his creations were evil soldiers or not, and he could have hardly cared less about Marcus.

But that's what everyone thought.

He couldn't always keep up the dark, nonchalant, and phlegmatic attitude towards his children. He had his own dark secrets, too.

How many years had it been since he had been on good terms with Donald? He couldn't remember, no matter how much he searched his mental files for "childhood." It scared him, the way he couldn't remember the last time he'd loved his brother.

Did he still love his brother? He didn't know. It was a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite make out; it was a writhing and squirming, a perfect example of undecided, uncharted emotions. He was sure that, if he could look under a microscope to find emotions, his would be a dark mass of gray that was incomplete; unfinished.

He remembered when he'd created Adam, Bree, and Chase. Had he felt love for them, as well?

He knew the answer to that one: He wasn't sure, either.

It seemed that Adam was more of a brute guy who was never picked on and always got credit for things because he was the oldest, the strongest, maybe (stereotypically) the bravest.

It seemed that Bree wasn't a daddy's girl; she was a mother's daughter. No matter how hard he'd try to bond with her, she would never, ever listen to him, not when she'd learned of his plans back when Marcus was still alive.

Oh, Marcus. Had he loved Marcus?

That answer was definite.

No.

It was, and had always been, a strained relationship. He had only installed such "family traditions" like Pizza Night and Movie Night because he wanted Marcus to feel human so he wouldn't ask questions, probing, busy, nosy questions that would force Douglas' secret out before he was ready to say it, before his secret would be unraveled like a ball of yarn.

A gargantuan, massive, gray ball of yarn.

But after those failures, there had been one child that had been a success, as it seemed to him. He saw the world for what it was; he had the abilities that were deemed useless, but then he would work wonders and surprise them all. He would show them that if they weren't watching their backs, they would wish they had been.

He was the one who was most like Douglas; the one who had a power-hungry mind; the one who sought out everything he could possibly do, to its maximum limits.

He was the quintessence of all the experiments Douglas had planned, he was the one who questioned authority, who defied gravity, who defied the possible laws of physics.

Chase.

But, Douglas discovered, his perfectionist attitude was his failure, as well. Douglas could never get Chase to join him, to become the son Douglas had wanted him to be. He was too smart for him. He would have to think of something else.

Something big.

Something unexpected.

Something that, when revealed, would wreak havoc on the known world.

Douglas had some inner spirit in his core that seemed to whisper to him, to tell him to visit the dark side every now and then. It whispered and enticed him, showing him the truth. The dark side is so much more mysterious and unexplored than the good side. Do you want to be like everyone else, and be known for saving the day?

Come here, and you'll discover things about yourself you never knew before.

Come.

After the Triton App incident, where Krane had revealed his thoughts on what he expected to do, Douglas felt betrayed. His plans were ruined; Adam, Bree, and Chase would be destroyed.

Yes, he may have one foot in the dark side, but all the same, he was human.

He was misunderstood.

He could feel emotions.

And those emotions were forbidden love—Donald had told him, so many times, that he couldn't love science experiments. But he was wrong; that was false. He loved Adam, Bree, and Chase more than Donald ever would.

But then, he questioned himself. What's the real reason you kidnapped Donald and tried to turn Adam, Bree, and Chase into mindless, killing soldiers?

Did you really just want to get back at Donny? Is that all you really had in mind?

The questions continued, pelting him mercilessly.

What's the truth, Douglas? There's something in your own subconscious mind you're not telling yourself. There's something you won't reveal; something you've kept hidden ever since your old lab blew up.

There's something there.

Douglas looked out the window in despair. He was in his deep thoughts in another one of his hidden but strategic location. What made him think that there was something he wasn't telling himself? He was he; he knew all of his thoughts the way he knew, well, his thoughts. So what bothered him so much?

There's something there.

Douglas shook his head, almost imperceptibly. He thought about what his children meant to him.

Adam.

The one he least connected to. He was the strong one, something Douglas had never been. He was the well-liked, positive guy, something Douglas could never be. He was the oldest, something Douglas never wanted to be.

But that was then.

Bree.

The girl; a girl, who seemed distant to him. She was a feisty, foolhardy thing, the quick, nimble, skilled one, something Douglas never wished to be.

Did Marcus really count? He was an android; he was a shell of his bionic children.

Chase.

He meant the world to Douglas. He meant every, single thing in the world to Douglas. He was the smart one, the youngest one, and the one who, if given the chance, would stand laughing over his former enemies' broken exteriors.

Chase was the unappreciated one, the one who never got credit, the one who was always put down for being nerdy and weak.

He would get Chase.

He would get Chase to understand what Douglas was going through; the turmoil of emotions mixed in his twisted, undecided heart.

He would get Chase to perceive Douglas' thoughts. He would get Chase to join him.

And what in return?

He would give Chase unbridled power. He would give Chase all he could ever want. He would let Chase in on secrets that Donald would never tell him, secrets that would push him to the limits, forcing him to see that he was meant to be the one bionic, the ultimate one bionic. The only, ultimate, one bionic.

There's something there.

Douglas had hid behind cruel and sadistic walls his entire life, but now, all he felt was resentment. Why couldn't his children understand that he really did care about them; that he wanted to love them, watch them grow, cherish them? The answer, he decided, would be found out when he found his security—his true security, not a façade security. And how exactly was he going to find his security? That remained, in it of itself, a mystery with the answer yet to be provided.

So! That's Douglas for you. I know some of you LR fans hate Douglas and wish he would die, but I'm not one of those. I like to explore a person's inner feelings, hence this story. But the dark characters are a lot of fun to write about, because they're so misunderstood. I'm sorry that I haven't updated for three days. I had writer's block and on top of everything I have a research paper on Chinese dumplings due this Friday. Augh! I hate long-term projects; what about you? (I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors.)

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! Even if you hated it, please review!