Everyone seems to be picking on Donnie, so I thought I would take a chapter to flashback to his side of the story.
I wish they could understand, everything I did I did for them, Donald thought, even if they don't understand my actions.
~Flashback~
"Are you sure you can handle all three of them Donnie?" Douglas teased.
"I'm sure," Donald grinned, taking an infant Chase from his brother. "Everything will be fine. You take care of Hope, and I'll take care of the kids," he promised.
"Thanks," Douglas replied, before turning to the car to take his wife to the hospital.
Donald left the doorway and walked back into the living room, where little Bree and Adam were fighting over the remote.
"Uncle Donnie!" Bree cheered. "Make Addie behave!"
Donald laughed. "How about you guys stop fighting and we go eat our pizza,"
"Pizza!" Adam screamed, running to the kitchen. In his excitement, plasma grenades shot out of Adam's hands, damaging the fridge.
Donald froze in his place. "Adam, what was that?"
"My super power!" Adam giggled.
"Super power?" Donald asked.
"Yeah, I am not too good yet, but I get better," Adam nodded.
"Addie, it is supposed to be our secret!" Bree screeched, mimicking Adam, her vocal manipulation out of control.
Donald slowly realized what was going on, that there was something else to the bionic chips. Bree uncomfortably rubbed the back of her neck, were a bandage was in place. "Hey Bree, honey, what happened to your neck?" he asked.
Bree looked at the ground. "Uh..um.. it was an accident?"
Donald knelt down next to her. He had already noticed Adam and Chase had the same injury bandaged up, and he believed Bree would be the most likely to spill the beans.
"Bree, it is okay, you can tell me anything," Donald promised.
Bree tugged on his sleeve, bringing him closer. "I got a chip. It bionikk," she whispered.
Donald's eyes widened. "Oh,"
Bree shrunk back.
"It's okay, Bree. I am not mad. Your parents already told me," Donald said soothingly. "Let's eat dinner,"
After they finished and he finally got the kids to bed, Donald snuck into the home office.
While he felt a twinge of guilt for snooping, but if what Bree said was true, than he needed answers immediately. Douglas had said that he gave them chips, but he never thought he would give them other bionic abilities. Among the blueprints and schematics on the desk, Donald found on in particular that frightened him. The Trident App.
Why would he need to control the kid's bionics like that? Donald thought. To do so would take away their free will.
To his dismay, Donald also found the contact information for several warlord, dictators and all around villains.
Donald swallowed, sitting down in the desk chair. How could his brother do this? Once Hope passed away, which it inevitably seemed like she would, he would be the only one stopping Douglas from acting upon these plans.
He had to put the kids first. Hope would understand, Donald reasoned.
So while the kids were sleeping, he took each one out to the car and buckled them in. He also took Douglas' research for the bionic chips. He couldn't risk Douglas doing this to anyone else.
Although he loved his brother, and he knew it was his job to take care of him, Donald knew he had to do what was best for the kids.
Because that is what uncles who will soon become father figures do.
How about now? Please Review, and a big thanks to all of you who already have. The next chapter (once I write it) will be about what was in those envelopes.