She-Freak - Chase Davenport

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Saturday, 24th May 2014

The next week, the three youngest teenagers helped the father replicate Bree's chip.

- "Well, Bree, you smashed your chip so badly, it's useless." Donald explained to the two older bionic siblings. "But! I was able to replicate my brother's original chip, and like my face, it's flawless."

- "Forget the chip. We need to get this dude a mirror." Leo whispered to the two young geniuses.

- "Definitely." Maddie nodded.

- "Wait, so I'm actually going to be bionic again?" The Davenport girl asked, hopeful.

- "Yep." The scientist nodded.

- "Yes!" Bree, gratefully, side-hugged her father. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Donald smiled in the embrace.

- "Your chip's almost ready." He said.

The chip fabricator dang.

- "Ooh! Snacks are done!" Adam exclaimed.

- "For the last time, this is not a microwave! It's a chip fabricator." The scientist replied.

- "Call it whatever you want. I'm still making my mini pizzas in here." The tall guy said.

- "Adam, I told you to use the oven." The alien girl shook her head, in despair.

- "Okay, Bree, hop in your capsule when you're ready for your new chip." The father handed the chip to his, excited, daughter.

The Davenport girl stepped into her capsule.

- "You know, Big D, if this works, maybe you can make a chip for me." The short boy replied.

- "Please, your body can't handle high-fiber cereal." Donald scoffed. Bree stepped out of her capsule. "So? How does it feel?"

- "Like a piece of metal just got jammed into my neck and fused to my nervous system." The Davenport girl said.

- "Whoo hoo! Success!" The scientist yelled. "Alright, now, give it a try, see how it worked."

- "Okay." The bionic girl tried to super speed but ran on the ceiling for a few seconds, destroying some pipes and lights, before falling.

The Matthews girl caught her in her arms, before she hit the floor.

- "Well, she's still more useful than Chase!" The eldest teenager said.

Maddie made Adam slapped himself, twice.

The day, Mads doesn't defend me, I'll need to get worried. Chase smiled.

The blue-eyed sat her best friend on a chair.

- "You know, technically speaking, your bionics are working." The father replied.

- "You call this working?!" Bree said, with a low, distorted voice. "I can't control my vocal manipulation! I can't control anything!" She continued, with a high-pitched voice.

- "I'm so close. It just needs a few tweaks!" Donald put a collar around his daughter's neck.

- "Dude, we're in big trouble if he can't fix her." The genius boy pulled his brother, away. "We need her speed and agility for missions! Mads can't always use hers."

- "Well, maybe we'll just find someone to replace her." The tall guy replied.

- "We can't just replace her." The green hazel-eyed boy scoffed.

- "You're right. Let's just forget about her and move on! She's dead to me!" The eldest yelled, before making a sad face.

- "What's wrong?" Chase asked.