Hola mis lectores! Sorry I have not updated in a while, I have 3 AP Exams soon and due to a FAPS episode missed some school last week. But now, finally, I am almost caught up! (But alas I have AP Spanish, APUSH, and AP Lang Exams to prep for. Anyone else in the same boat?) But at least I got my brother to fix our internet connection, so I can now post the next chapter!
While Douglas slept, the world's first bionic super humans stared at each other.
Chase, the smartest person on the planet, was not able to process the information, much less what to do with it.
Bree, the fastest person on the planet, couldn't move, stunned by the realization.
And Adam, the strongest person on the planet, was about to break.
"Douglas said that "she" would explain everything down at the bank, whoever she is. But when I got there and past the teller, the safety deposit box was already cleared out, and no one else was there," Bree said.
"I can hack into the bank's main frame, and see if anyone was there," Chase offered.
"Do it," Bree nodded. "We need to know,"
After Chase's bionics did their magic, or well, science, Chase sent a video to his tablet. "Their records show that Safety Deposit Box B-157 was last accessed earlier today. I pulled up the security footage from that same time," he said, "look,"
The three bionic teens watched as Mr. Davenport walked to the desk.
"How could he?" Bree whispered.
"Let's be honest, it's not like this is the first time he kept us in the dark," Chase muttered.
"Let's go," Bree said flatly, grabbing her bag.
"What? Why?" Chase asked.
"We need to find out what Mr. Davenport did to whatever was in that box," Bree said.
Chase nodded. Bree grabbed onto both of her brother's arms and supersped home.
The gust of wind created by the motion whipped Donald's hair up.
"They guys, didn't expect you home so early," Donald said, trying to act like everything was normal. "Have you seen my hair gel?"
"No. Have you been to bank lately?" Chase asked.
"Why?" Donald asked.
"Please, no more lying," Bree begged. "What was in Douglas' safety deposit box?"
"You know that we will find out on our own," Chase said.
Donald sighed, pulling out his briefcase, which now, thanks to his son and brother, had a lock on it. After opening it he pulled out a small stack of papers, three thick, bubble-wrapped envelopes, and a binder out of the dinning room table.
Bree's hands slowly reached out, lifting the envelope with a messy black B on it. Her brothers then grabbed their respective letters. "What are these?" she asked.
"I don't know," Donald said. "I didn't open them,"
Chase then began sorting through the pile of papers. "Our birth certificates? Why would you take these?"
"So that we couldn't find out mother's name?" Bree asked, looking at Donald, whose look to the ground revealed she was right.
"I'm so sorry-" Donald started.
"I don't want to hear it!" Bree snapped.
While his siblings yelled out Donald, Adam turned away and pulled the soft blue binder closer to him. With some hesitancy, he opened the binder slowly. It was a photo album.
Bree, noticing Adam's lack of involvement, walked over to him, and also looked down. Seeing the tears in Adam's eyes, she took his arm.
Bree then looked up at Donald. "Mr. Davenport, how could you do this? All of this, just because you didn't want to confront your brother?"
Before Donald could say anything, Bree was already continuing. "My whole life, I always wondered why I didn't have a mom. I knew that we were different, but we had a dad, so I didn't know why I didn't have a mom. I saw those perfect TV mom's, who would braid their little girl's hair, or read them a bed time story. Or even crazy controlling moms, but I always thought that would at least be something. But now, I know that the reason I didn't have a mom wasn't because I was different, some science experiment."
Bree took a deep breath. "The reason I don't have a mom, is because of what you did,"
How is the story coming along? I have already started chapter 7, and each time I get a review the little voice in my head gets gitty and urges me to update. So far, here is the current plan for the next few chapters:
Chapter 7: What she left- Adam, Bree, and Chase open their envelopes and have a family moment with Douglas.
Chapter 8: Sides- Douglas and Donald have another confrontation, sons choose sides, and princess is split in the middle.
At this point, I am beginning to question what I want the end game to be for this. I am also thinking about a separate story (or three one-shots) for each of the kid's envelopes.