proteus ~ bree davenport

𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

"yeah, thanks for selling me out, guys," bree shouted.

"it wasn't-"

"oh, you have no idea what we went through. he grilled us!"

"i said, 'where's bree?'"

"at the concert. oh, mam, he got me again."

"look, because of you, we are three hours behind. now the modification's gonna take all night. now go get in your capsule so i can extract your chip."

"ugh, fine," bree groaned, using her super speed.

"i don't know what has gotten into you lately. you can't just do whatever you want whenever you want."

"trust me. you have made that abundantly clear. my life is not my own."

pressing a bunch of keys, a whirring sound was heard and the capsule opened once more. donald trudged around the table and took the chip from bree, placing it on the cyber desk.

"all i want is a little control over what i do."

"yeah, well, you're a part of a team. that's not gonna happen."

"so that means i have to give up my entire life because of it?"

"yeah!"

"well, if being bionic is gonna stop me from having the life that i want, i don't want to be bionic anymore."

"bree, what are you doing?" val carefully asked when bree picked up something random.

"getting my freedom."

"no!" they all yelled, moving towards the girl but it was too late.

she had crushed her chip into multiple pieces.

"what did you do?"

"well, she smashed her little chip-"

"i know what she did! how could you do that?"

"well, she picked up that-"

"i got it! you have no idea what you've done," mister davenport muttered.

"i know exactly what i've done."

"ooh!" chase and adam said in unison, backing up and flinching when the balderas' girl glared at them.

"then you know you've made the biggest mistake of your life."

"ooh!"

"now help me find the rest of your chip so i can try to fix it."

"you know what, no," bree shook her head.

"o-"

"don't even think about it, haircut and meatballs."

"excuse me?"

"i said 'no'," bree repeated.

"adam, chase, val, can you leave us for a minute? i need to speak to bree alone."