Hello Everyone! I'm GreenLanternFanatic and this is my first story published on Fanfiction and I'm pretty psyched to get the chance to share it with you. As some of you way know I already published a story called Triple Crossed, but personally I felt as if it started off like every other "Avalanche Alternate Ending". Yes, I will still include a few lines from my original piece, but it won't be exactly the same. I've decided to start fresh and give this story the awe-inspiring individuality it deserves.

Before I begin, I am aware that there are many "What if Chase Turned Evil" stories and I guarantee that this work will be its own. I encourage you to check out those stories as well!

I've decided to instead to feature my story from different character's point of view. I felt like delivering you guys a story from third-person would not fully allow you to delve into each and every character. Please enjoy, read, and review. If you have any ideas to offer or possible ideas for a sub-plot to add to the mix, just shoot me a message. Thanks!

Chase's POV

"You and I have a lot more in common than you think. I know what it's like to be unappreciated, to have a sibling that always steals the spotlight . . . I know how hard it's been for you. I could help." Douglas offered and watched for my response.

I couldn't reply though, with every word that I tried to speak aloud came not even a decibel of sound. It was as if I was mute.

"What If I told you . . ." He continued and walked over to my side. ". . . That you could be stronger than Adam and faster than Bree. I can make it so you have all three abilities: speed, strength, and intelligence."

I looked away and pondered this question, feeling a déjà vu moment coming on. Faster than Bree and Stronger than Adam? As much as I wanted to dismiss the ridiculous statement spewing out of my biological father/uncle's mouth, I couldn't. All I could do was listen this time.

Then suddenly as if in a flash of light, I was thrown into another scene. Mr. Davenport and the others had just returned from searching for me, caught off guard once they caught glimpse of Douglas. I still couldn't speak up and as Mr. Davenport shouted out threats to his younger brother. I felt helpless.

"It's too late, Donnie!" Douglas exclaimed after the cyber desk sounded off, indicating that the download was complete. He grabbed the transparent green flash drive from its port and grinned manically, holding it up in the air for all to see. "The download's finished. I now have the power to give Chase all three bionic abilities. And now no one will be able to stop us!"

That couldn't actually be the files needed to bestow upon me the other bionic abilities, could it? I thought I'd downloaded Adam's incredible edibles onto the flash drive . . . Wait, but what if it wasn't? Suddenly I began to panic and my gaze shifted from that of Douglas to my two older siblings, their faces frozen in suspense as if they were waiting for me to speak up. I couldn't.

"W-What . . ." Bree shuddered, her eyes welling up with tears. "You can't be serious, Chase. We're your family and you're willing to betray us?" She turned away and Adam put his arms around her; though not even looking at my brother directly I could tell he was angry.

"What the hell, Chase?" Adam shouted angrily at me, his face soon falling as well.

I started to feel a grin come across my face; it was almost as if seeing my siblings' dejected faces made me satisfied. Douglas did something that I hadn't expected; he put his arm around me and playfully tugged at me, as a father would do with his son. I didn't shrug it off though, instead I let it slide.

"What you're all about to witness is history in the making . . ." I finally spoke out loud, directing my attention toward my adoptive father. It didn't even occur to me in that moment that I could speak again, the words just came out.

"That's right, son." Douglas added.

I didn't even flinch when he called me son, it felt natural. As if I was born to fight by Douglas's side, not as a bionic soldier . . . But as much more. It was as if this nightmare became a fantasy, something that piece of me wanted.

Without warning Douglas inserted the flash drive into my neck. Feeling a sharp pain, I held onto my chest and fell to the floor. The pain was ecstasy.

I immediately woke up, my heart practically shooting out of my chest as I gasped for air. After regaining my composure, I stood looking at my reflection in the glass of my capsule. The version of myself I saw in my reflection wasn't me. I looked so . . . different.

Opening the door of my capsule, I walked out quietly and looked to see if Adam and Bree were still awake. Adam was collapsed at the bottom of his capsule, his head propped on one of the sides of glass and drooling profusely. Bree was standing still in her capsule, a pink eye mask covering her light-brown eyes as she slept. I studied the two of them and hesitantly walked over to the control panel, locking their capsules shut.

I shook my head and walked over to the cyber desk, picking up the transparent green flash drive and examined it. As I was doing so, I began to wage war against myself. So many questions popping into my head all at once, I'll admit it was overwhelming; even for someone with bionic intelligence such as myself.

What are you doing? Even if the flash drive really did contain the files able to bestow upon you all three abilities, would you really betray your family? Mr. Davenport, Adam, Bree . . . You're a team!

Team? You heard Mr. Davenport congratulate Adam and Bree on their exemplary performance. Hustle and Muscle, remember? You don't get an –uscle. He only values Bree's speed and Adam's strength. Just imagine with your intelligence, you would be able to master their abilities in record time. You'd be invincible!

No! Douglas is only using you to become his bionic soldier, Mr. Davenport, Adam, and Bree actually care about you. Sure, you have your moments with them . . . But they're family.

Family? Adam uses me as his punching bag, his footstool, his shield. Bree's constantly throwing attitude my way and making me feel inferior. I'm sick and tired of being taken for granted. Douglas actually appreciates ,y intelligence and sees me as an individual. Mr. Davenport let me rot in a basement for fifteen years! He didn't plan on letting me see the world and experience what I'd read about in so many scientific textbooks and journals.

I gripped my head and leaned on the counter of the cyber desk, trying to discern which thoughts were true; dropping the flash drive on the floor. Realizing what I'd just done, I quickly fell to the floor and picked it up. I needed my fix. This was it . . . The moment of truth.

I carefully inserted the flash drive into the back of my neck and my eyes glowed a faint blue, holding two of my fingers up to my temple I processed the information entering my bionic chip. It was all too much and I soon found myself growing light-headed, the code being too much for the human side of me to process. I tried desperately to prop myself up, my heart beating rapidly as I gasped for air. But just as fast as the symptoms appeared, they disappeared.

I felt different, I felt superior . . .

Now standing up fully, I decided to test out my super speed. With a single step I bolted around the lab and stopped where I originally stood just seconds later. I grinned widely and turned to the computer monitor, pulling up a file that included Douglas's precise location at record time.

Downloading the information onto my smart phone, I quickly check for his location once more. Barrow, Alaska . . . Just one of Mr. Davenport's many encampment sights. The exact location where Adam, Bree, and I were going to be sent for merely being more than his little toys; it made me sick just thinking about it. I wasn't going to be his little toy . . . I wasn't going to play 'hero' anymore.