Revenge is Bittersweet

Chapter 8

Mr. Davenport felt burning rage in his bones as he stormed upstairs, the pounding in his head only getting louder. He opened the freezer harshly and grabbed an ice pack, closing it afterwards and he collapsed on the couch.

Tasha came in through the doors holding four bags of groceries and ran to the counter, quickly setting them down before noticing Mr. Davenport. She furrowed her brow and approached him, sitting next to him.

"Honey." She said softly. "Is everything okay?"

"No." Mr. Davenport responded, pressing the cold object to his temple. "I just found out that Bree INTENTIONALLY brought my brother here for help she could've gotten from ME!!"

Tasha bit her lip as she gently stroked Mr. Davenport's head. "I'm not so sure about that."

"What?" He was feeling betrayed but he pushed his anger down and waited for Tasha to answer.

"Well Donald, Bree really wants to get Chase back herself so she must've enlisted Douglas's help to track him or something-"

"Are you siding with them?" He barely had time to think before he said it.

"I'm not on anybody's side!" Tasha argued. "I just think that they wanted your help in the first place but since you rejected them, they got Douglas to help instead of you."

Mr. Davenport let that sink in. His kids wanted to find Chase yet he insisted on playing it safe, to bionic hereos, and rejected their rescue mission and inmediatly decided to give up his industries and his house.

"I-I-" He couldn't speak. He let everything that he did finally get processed, and he was dissapointed in himself. "Oh my god..."

Tasha squeezed him and rested her head on his shoulders. "They just wanted support Donald."

He nodded, feeling his normal determination running through his veins, giving him strength. "How could I be so stupid?" He sighed. "I'm going after them."

"How do you know where they-ohh yeah the chip thing-I got it." Tasha said, standing up and walking to the kitchen. "You go do that Donald."

He smiled and immediately ran down to the lab, feeling bursts of energy in his bones as the elevator doors opened. He ran into the main room and a pang of hurt struck his as he saw Chase's empty capsule, practically taunting him.

He brushed it off and began punching things into the computer when Eddie popped up, scaring Mr. Davenport.

"Hello Donny." Eddie said. "Whatcha doing?"

"Tracking the kids." Mr. Davenport replied, his eyes still glued to the cyberdesk as he worked on it. "Aaand, got it!"

Mr. Davenport did a little victory dance before he ran upstairs, glowering in the joy in front of Tasha, who didn't understand.

"What?" She asked, smiling.

"I got Bree's location!" Mr. Davenport smiled. "I'm taking my self-driving Davencar!! Later."

"Honey," Tasha interrupted with a smug look. "You're not gonna go in your bath robes are you?"

He looked down at himself and his cheeks turned red. He chuckled before bolting up to their room to change. He packed away a mission suit he designed for himself and he slid into it, smiling at himself in the mirror.

"Boo-yah!" He grinned as he bolted down to the car, after pecking Tasha on the cheek and waving to her.

He wasted no time in synching the location to his car as he jumped in, his veins flowinf with excitement, such excitment he'd never felt before.

After twenty minutes, Mr. Davenport noticed the car just stop, red lights flashing. A robotic voice then said 'CONNECTION TO DAVENPORT comma BREE LOST. UNKNOWN LOCATION.'

"Crap!" Mr. Davenport muttered as he tracked Bree on his phone. She apparently moved across the city in ten seconds so Mr. Davenport re-inputed the coordinants to the car and sat back as it sped away.

He pulled out his phone and hesitated. Should he? It mught be a lost cause... but if it worked....

He smiled and decided to call the place Chase was being kept, but he accidentally pressed a few buttons. The screen lit up and he saw Mark and his comrade Luke standing in front of the laptop, talking as if they didn't see him.

"I really thought they'd give up the industry and the house by now!" Mark snapped, slamming his fist on the table. "It's been two days! They have one day left until we dispose of their bratty kid. I thought they'd take the bate Luke!"

Luke just shrugged and bit his lip nervously. Obviously Mark was the leader there.

"We'll figure it out Mark!" Luke hissed, keeping his voice rather low. "Let's just think about this in the office."

They left and Mr. Davenport gasped when he saw Chase, tied to a chair that had fallen over. He looked awful and Mr. Davenport felt something inside him break.

"Chase!" He yelled.

Chase looked up and around but couldn't find out where the sound was coming from until his eyes landed on the computer. "M-Mr. D-Davenport??"

"Chase! I am so happy to see you! Are you hurt?" Mr. Davenport worried.

"J-just fine." Chase muttered, looking up tiredly. "I am quite famished. I wish I could have something to eat-"

"Hey!" Mark snapped, running into the room. He looked at Mr. Davenport with a glare before the screen went blank.

"Chase!" He screamed, tapping his screen.
An explosion cut through Mr. Davenport's thoughts. 'ARRIVAL' the robotic voice said.
Mr. Davenport looked out the window and gasped.

There was a giant flaming crevice, with dirt sunken into a room. And in the midst of it all?

Chase.