'Sup? I'm back! Final part! Woo! No long intro or anything, but I do have to say that the MM/LR crossover was amazing! *maybe slightly spoiler-ish thingy* Except Bree gave me extremely conflicted feelings when she started flirting with Oliver. ;-; (Skoliver shipper for life; Bree lover for life. Gah!)

Anywho, time to get on with it. What has Bree become? The soundtrack for this part is, again, "Monster" by Imagine Dragons. I don't own anything related to Lab Rats or Star Wars, and enjoy!

* * * Part V: Monster * * *

"The hunt for the elusive Whisper Bird is on. Authorities all over the nation have been notified to keep an eye out for this dangerous assassin. She's struck all over the country, and she seems to be targeting rich scientists. Her latest victim? Dr. Susan Sasha, head biologist at the Kindred Research Center. The beloved scientist went missing last week, and her kidnapper sent a ransom note to her boyfriend. Not much about the note has been revealed to the media, but police have informed us that they know about the situation and are handling it in the best way possible.

"Some suggest that Whisper Bird isn't working alone. Many other famous inventors and doctors have been murdered or terrorized this past year, and some think there's a whole group out there working together to bring the leaders of science to their knees.

"Not much is known about Whisper Bird herself, including her real name. She is only seen for brief seconds, and most describe her as an average-sized girl with a lean build. It is believed that she has superhuman powers, not unlike the bionic heroes. Some have speculated that she's only a teenager, but that has yet to be confirmed. All we know is that she's very dangerous. Police have been investigating—"

The TV shut off with a click once the button was pushed. Bree took a step back and folded her arms across her chest.

"Oh, the media amuses me," she said with a chuckle. "I love hearing all their wild theories. And their belief that the police will catch me one day is precious."

Bree paused for a moment and turned to face the young woman strapped to a chair. Her light hair dangled near her cheeks and she dug her fingernails into the wooden arm as if that would free her. Bree smirked. "Would you like to say something?"

The woman looked up and glared, mumbling something unintelligible through her gag.

"That's what I thought."

Bree moved over to the window overlooking the whole city. She took in the beautiful lights dotting the nighttime scene. Absolutely serene and beautiful. Bree could stare at it all night, but unfortunately, she had business to attend to.

"Do you know why I chose the name Whisper Bird?" she asked, knowing full well the other person in the conversation couldn't answer. "It's a reference to Star Wars. Man, I loved those movies. My father showed them to me at a young age, and I instantly fell in love. I learned everything I could about the lore of the universe. I read every book, watched every show and movie, and scoured the internet to find out everything I could. Growing up with only a father and two brothers, you think they'd talk to me about it. But no. They seemed to think that I could never know as much as them. They shut me down every time I initiated a conversation. So I buried my Star Wars love away, and in high school I denied knowing anything about it, since it was considered pretty nerdy."

Bree paused for a moment. She brushed her hair out of her face—her much shorter hair. It fit much nicer into her hood since she had cut it off at the shoulder.

"Whisper birds were native to Yavin 4. They were named for their seemingly noiseless flight. They knew what they wanted; once they saw their prey, the went for the kill. No hesitation. No fear. With grace and agility, they were able to get exactly what they wanted. I like to think of myself the same way."

Bree turned and walked over to the scientist. "Have anything to say, Sasha?" She pulled the gag out of the woman's mouth, allowing her the chance to speak. It was only fair, Bree thought.

"You're cruel," the woman gasped. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why would you hurt innocent children in the name of research?"

Dr. Sasha frowned. "W-We were trying to find ways to help them! The cost versus the benefit—"

"The cost was much too high and you know it!"

"That's no excuse for kidnapping me."

"Really? Because I consider it vengeance for all those you hurt."

"But we didn't—"

"Save your breath. I have friends who have been hurt by your 'research.' I'm pretty sure they would disagree with you."

Dr. Sasha lowered her head. Then she looked up again and said, "Aren't you worried? I've seen your face. I'll be able to tell everyone who you are and what you look like."

Bree laughed. "Oh, I assure you, Doctor, by the time your boyfriend gets here, you won't be telling anyone anything."

The woman's face drained of color. "You told him—and me—that you would give me to him alive if he brought the money!"

"Well, sometimes situations change. And when he gets here, you will be alive, but only barely."

Bree pulled out her dagger and ran it across Dr. Sasha's cheek as she walked past. She headed over to the cabinet and pulled out a small needle. "What is that?" Dr. Sasha asked her.

"Something poisonous," Bree replied. "I don't know, and I don't care. All I know . . ." Bree plunged the needle into her victim's arm. "All I know is that you will be dead within five minutes. You may get a chance to say one final goodbye, but I hardly doubt you'll waste your last words trying to futilely describe a fairly average-looking teenage girl."

Dr. Sasha winced and her chest heaved. Already her body grew weaker, and she blinked several times in an attempt to stay awake. "You . . . are . . . a monster."

Bree laughed again. "Yes. I know." She pulled her bandana up over her face, further concealing her identity. "Now it's time to go get some money from your adorable boyfriend and watch him sob over your death. Goodbye, Doctor!"

"You won't get away with this," Dr. Sasha asked.

"If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that one, I wouldn't have to send out ransom notes. In case you haven't noticed, I have the upper hand, you're are guaranteed to die, and I'm about to win. All the odds are stacked against you. You lose, good Doctor. But enjoy your last few moments of life."

Bree marched out the door, ignoring the rest of Dr. Sasha's protests. She closed the door behind her and stood on the balcony. Below her the rest of the warehouse stretched out for several yards. She crouched down to wait.

The wait wasn't long.

"Hello?" the young man called out into the abandoned room. Bree stood and slunk further into the shadows. "Whisper Bird?" From her spot, she could see him shaking.

Two other young men entered in behind him. Bree narrowed her eyes and cleared her throat. "I told you to come alone." Her voice echoed through the room, and the first man jumped.

"Y-You said not to bring police. They're not police."

Bree squatted, anger and hate bubbling in her chest. By now, she had realized who the other two men were—in fact, they weren't men at all. While they had grown and matured in some ways, they were still the boys she knew well. Too well.

"Bionic heroes count too," she said, allowing the scorn to creep into her voice. "But I guess they're already here. Put the money down in front of you and don't move."

The two heroes with the man seemed to tell him to follow Bree's advice. Smart. So he bent forward and placed a briefcase on the ground. Bree stood and activated her super-speed. Before the three could move, she scooped up the briefcase and returned to her hiding spot.

"See the stairs to your right?" she called. "Head up them and walk across the catwalk. The first door you come to, that's the room she's being kept in. Have fun saying your final goodbyes."

The man's face paled and he rushed up the stairs. Bree moved further into the corner to keep out of sight.

"Give yourself up, Whisper Bird!" the youngest of the two boys called.

"Not a chance, bionic boy."

She walked to the railing and rested her arms on it. The boys looked up, seeing her in full view for the first time in an entire year. They both narrowed their eyes.

"Catch me if you can," she teased. And with that, she turned and fled through the closest door. She charged up the stairs and onto the roof. For just a minute she stood, admiring the beauty of the city around her. She leaned back and waited—she wasn't opposed to humoring her brothers some.

After a minute or two, the boys burst through the door onto the roof. They both took fighting stances, ready to face off against the girl who had once been their sister. Bree took a few steps backward, closer to the edge of the roof. She put the briefcase down at her feet, pulled her bandana down around her neck, and grinned.

"Hmm, I'm getting a sense of déjà vu. I believe the last time we met was in a similar situation. It's been a long time, boys."

"I'm sorry, do we know you?" Adam asked.

"Adam, she—"

"Yeah, I know, Chase." Adam's facial expressions betrayed his grief.

Chase took a deep, shuddering breath. "So, how's your year been? Having fun traumatizing people and ending lives?"

"Actually, yes, I am having quite a bit of fun." Bree smiled. "How about you? Having fun convincing the world that you're not dangerous?"

Chase scowled. "That was no easy task, thanks to you. You're lucky we're not locked up in some government facility somewhere! We barely got out of that."

"I'd hardly call myself lucky. It would actually be easier on me if you had been locked up."

"Why, Bree?" Adam barked suddenly. "Why would you hurt us like this?"

Bree faked a yawn. "You want to know why?" She held out her hands and formed a large fireball. "This is why. I no longer have the least amount of abilities. I'm no longer a weak link. I'm no longer the girl who can only speed. I'm a lot more than transportation now. Yes, this is about power. I'm not ashamed of that."

Bree shot the fireball in the direction of her brothers. They both jumped out of the way. Adam used his blast wave in an attempt to knock Bree over, but she only absorbed the energy and fired it right back at them, knocking them both off their feet.

Chase pushed himself off the ground and proceeded to help Adam up. "Think of all you left behind, Bree!" he said. "Your family, all your friends . . ."

Bree shrugged. "Actually, I've made a lot of new friends. Sure, they're pretty evil, not afraid to do the wrong thing, they're lying and manipulative, and most of them would stab me in the back if given half the chance, but they're still better than Caitlin."

Adam leaned over to Chase and whispered, "We can't argue with that."

"Yeah," Chase said, "maybe so. But family's irreplaceable."

"Oh really?" Bree folded her arms across her chest. "Remember when I destroyed my chip, and you guys spent the whole time trying to replace me?"

They both furrowed their brows. "But we were replacing you on our team," Adam said. "Not in our family."

"Again, really? Because did either of you try to help me restore my chip? Did either one of you come to comfort me when I was upset? You spent that whole time trying to replace me. It's stuff like that that made me leave."

"Bree, we didn't mean to—"

Bree held up her hand. "Ah, no. I don't answer to 'Bree' anymore. Most of my friends these days call me Birdy. 'Bree' came about because I used to be Subject B. I don't want to remember that anymore. 'Bree' reminds me."

Adam frowned. "But . . . Birdy starts with a B too . . ."

"Shut it," Bree growled.

"Birdy, Bree, whatever you want to be called," Chase said, "just give this up. Come back home with us."

"Uh, no. How about we try this? How about . . . you join me."

"What?"

"My friends, they're an alliance of sorts. They fight against human experimentation. They fight against people like Mr. Davenport. They fight for freedom and for human rights and for . . . for power. They could make you powerful."

Adam shook his head. "No way. We would never hurt people."

"Chase," Bree said, looking directly at her brother. "You came very close to receiving power. That one time, with Douglas, in Antarctica? By the way, you were a fool to turn down his offer. This many abilities is . . . amazing."

"Which is exactly why I turned it down," Chase said with a scowl. "It's not about the number of abilities. It's about the people we can save with them. I turned him down because I didn't want to betray my family! I did it because I loved you! Obviously you don't love us the same way."

"Did you not see how concerned I was for you? I could've left you for dead in that avalanche!"

"You did leave me for dead!" Chase shouted.

"I left you for dead too!" Adam interjected.

"Yeah, and maybe I don't regret it," Bree said. "Maybe somedays I wish Douglas hadn't rescued you. You know why? Because one week later you were back to teasing me about how 'girly' I was, about my friendship with Caitlin, about my latest crush, about my weaker abilities. You were back to seeing me as a gear in your team, not a member of your family."

Chase's scowl deepened. "You're being so stupid in all of this."

"Maybe I am. I don't care. One thing I do know, though; one thing I've discovered this year: I don't need you. It's like my capsule. As soon as Douglas upgraded my chip, he made it self-regenerating, so my capsule was suddenly useless. Once I broke away and 'upgraded' my way of life, I realized that I don't need you anymore. And I don't care if you need me."

"Actually, we've done pretty well without you," Adam said. "Some things are hard, but most days we don't even realize you're gone."

"See? That's the attitude that made me leave," Bree said. "Your team's got some bugs, but you don't even realize that I'm missing from the family. No sense in trying to clean it up now, though. Obviously we're at a draw here. I'm not rejoining you, and you won't come with me." Bree slipped her right hand behind her back and twisted her index and middle fingers around each other. "Tell you what . . . I'm in a generous mood today. Drop the fighting stances, and I won't run away or fight back. I promise."

Chase narrowed his eyes. "You're crossing your fingers behind your back, aren't you?"

Bree produced her right hand, fingers still crossed together. "You know me so well."

She spun around, firing a blast of electricity and knocking her brothers over. Chase tried to grab her with his molecularkinesis, but she countered it with her own. As they both struggled to telekinetically grip each other, Adam charged at Bree and knocked her over.

"I don't know what you did to my sister," he growled, pinning her to the ground, "but you're gonna pay for it!"

Bree chuckled. "Sorry, Adam, but you're not the strongest one here anymore." She grabbed his arms and threw him off her, hopping to her feet.

"Whoa, when'd you get so strong?"

"Oh, about a year ago . . . the same time I got this." Bree used her own blast wave ability to throw both boys backwards.

While they were stunned, Bree walked over to the edge of the roof. As they stood up, she shouted over the wind, "You know, I did say I wouldn't run. And I won't. I've got another way out of here." She picked up the briefcase. "It's been wonderful catching up, but all good things must come to an end. Until we meet again."

Bree spread her arms out and leaned backwards. The last thing she saw before plummeting over the edge was her brother's shocked and horrified faces.

The cool air brushed her cheeks and whipped her hood, trying to knock it off. Wind rushed by her as she fell a couple of stories. Once she began nearing the ground, Bree activated her levitation. Her fall slowed and she turned to land on the ground without harm.

One last backwards glance showed her that two figures had leaned over the edge of the roof to see where she went. Bree scowled and pulled her bandana back up. She straightened her hoodie and shifted the briefcase to her other hand. Then, like so often before, she ran.

She ran far, she ran hard, and she ran home.

Home. That sweet little cave in the side of the mountain, miles away from any civilization. Bree never thought she would live in such a place. She actually kind of liked it. Of course, she had to make it homey, and after a whole year of decorating, it seemed she had. Computers, furniture, even electrical lighting. Most people who went inside wouldn't know it was actually a cave.

Bree put the briefcase on the table and sat down at the computer. A few quick keystrokes brought up five faces on her screen via video chat. Tex and Lidy shared one window since they were in the same location, and three of Bree's other new friends—Jax, Viviana, and Bailey—occupied the other three windows.

"Got the cash?" Tex asked.

Bree held up the briefcase and opened it up, revealing the crisp green bills inside.

"And you killed her?" Viviana asked. "I'll sleep better knowing that devil no longer walks among us."

"I gave her that serum you gave me, Jax," Bree said. "She's long gone."

Viviana traced the scar that ran from her eyebrow to her chin. "Good. She ruined so many lives."

Bailey's face brightened. "Well done, Birdy," she said. "I had my doubts about you, but you've really been amazing. We love having you on our team."

"Absolutely," Jax said. "And I'm glad you were able to make use of my serum. I'm working on a new one; I should have it ready in a month or two."

"I don't get why people say we're against science," Lidy said. "I mean, Jax is our own resident scientist. And he's really good at it!"

"I can testify to that," Tex said with a tight grin.

While all the others came from various labs, Tex and Jax had been experimented on by the same group. They were something like brothers, Bree supposed. It was rather interesting to observe.

"Anyway," Tex said, "it's time to move on to our next target. While you were out, Birdy, we found a new one."

"Sweet. I can't wait," Bree said with a grin.

"Right. Well, uh, this one's a little different. Before I tell you who it is, I need to make sure that you are fully committed to this group. Are you?"

Bree frowned. "Absolutely. I wouldn't have done the things I've done if I wasn't totally loyal to you."

Tex leaned back. "Good. Then here's our next target."

A picture of an inventor appeared on Bree's screen, and her eyes widened.

"How willing are you to do this, Birdy?" Tex asked softly. "We all agree you would be the best one for the job. But we need to know that you are completely loyal. No turning back now. If you want to pass on the job, we can give it to someone else. But if you really are devoted—"

"No need to worry." Bree's lips twisted into a sick smile. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this." She put her hand on the screen, right over the picture of the man she had known for so long.

"So you'll do it?"

Bree's grin got even bigger. "Oh, I'll do it. Don't you worry; Donald Davenport will fall . . . and he will fall at the hands of his own daughter. You can count on it."

* * * The End * * *

Ahem . . . would you guys like a sequel?

I drew a picture of "Whisper Bird," and I'll be posting it on my blog (daphrose . wordpress . com, without the spaces) in just a few minutes. I'm pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself.

So, how was the story? Did you enjoy it? Did it shock you? Excite you? Disturb you? I would like to say one more time that everything Bree did is absolutely wrong. If I write the sequel (and I'm pretty sure I will), let's just say that Bree may finally realize that. She's following a dark path, and it's not okay. Okay? Okay.

Reviews are always welcome, and deep, thoughtful, insightful ones make me smile. :) Simple ones make me grin too, I guess. But I do like to know what you truly thought, beyond just a "love it!" However, I can't tell you how to review. I'll be happy with what I get. :) Thanks for reading, guys! I appreciate it! See you on the sequel, if it happens. (It probably will.) Bye!