The Devil Within ✗ Chase Davenport

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Spike

It was about time we returned home. I had been missing the calm serenity that was the egotistical Davenport mansion.

That was just one of the things that made me want to vomit about Donald Davenport.

No one, will ever be as good as Donald Davenport himself.

In his own eyes, anyways.

It's as if the clock should stop, scrap that, the entire world might as well stop moving when the asshole walks into a room.

But it's not like time has stopped, if you know what I mean.

The man's had enough plastics pushed and shoved into him to make him one of his science projects.

Not that any of his so called inventions ever turn out well. Guess that's correlating to his plastic turned self.

Where is the lovely Donald currently, you might ask? Probably getting waxed.

It is Wednesday after all.

But he should be back by two. He always is from what Eddy has downloaded on his schedule.

The man acts as if he's so good that he could never be beaten intellectually.

As if.

Anyone, including his own brother, could be smarter than him.

Douglas was the one that put bionics in children in the first place. Genius if you ask me. Douglas was the brains behind this entire operation. Otherwise, Chase and I wouldn't be here. God bless that son of a bitch.

Don't hurt Mr. Davenport. He hasn't done anything.

You're right, Chase. He hasn't done anything.

He's never done anything for you.

He hasn't done anything but derail you.

Tell you that you're practically nothing compared to the others. That you're bionics are meaningless to the team. That you do nothing to help out on those silly missions he claims help save the world. The world we live in deserves no saving.

He practically claims that you, could be taken out of the equation and it would still add up the same way.

How smart of thinking is that? That's right, it's not.

Speaking of the ego ridden old man, I think I hear the car pulling in.

Wish me luck, Chase. I think I'll let you sit out for this one.

No, please don't-

And click. That's all it takes to put him right back to sleep. Just like old times.

Chase has never been one to put up a fight to the more powerful.

I knew he'd give in.

"Tasha, I was wondering if you went to the store yet-" Donald left off as he looked up from the stack of white sealed mail in his hands, seeing his 'son' right before him.

He smirked as he watched a frown form on Donald's face. Knowing that the confusion must have been growing underneath that not so smart head of his. His mind wondering as he tried to come up with the conclusion he craved as to why his 'son' was standing in front of him.