Here it is: the sequel to Dark Enough. Sorry it took so long! And hey, for those of you who have not voted on the poll yet, go to my profile and check it out, because it's still open! I want to see what you guys think will happen.

Rated T for evilness, death talk, betrayal, fights, blood, assassination attempts, you know the drill. Possibly for character death, but I'm not going to say yet.

I'm really happy with how smoothly this chapter went. The words just flowed out onto the paper. Yay! I love when that happens.

Part I soundtrack: "Broken Pieces" by Apocalyptica ft. Lacey Sturm. I'm obsessed with the song, and it goes well with this chapter. (Fun fact: the only instruments in this fairly dark song are drums and cellos. How cool is that?)

By the way, this story takes place about two weeks after the end of the last one. So, per usual, I don't own Lab Rats, and enjoy!

* * * Part I: Broken * * *

In her destructive wake, she left a poor, confused ex-boyfriend.

He knew nothing about the dangerous world of bionics. He never knew her secrets until he found out about her strange family in the media, and even after she left, they refused to tell him about her. He would never understand why she had to leave. He would never know where she went.

He would never know what she became.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. New girls came into his life eventually, and he chose to let go of the mysterious ex.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a hurt, angry older brother.

He could never understand her motives. He was a pure soul, unable to comprehend the reason for her darkness. He would never understand why she had to leave. It hurt him that he would never again hug his sister or wish her goodnight or tell her that he loved her.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. Seeing the news related to her only hurt him more, and he chose to realize that she was no longer his sister.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a worried, upset younger brother.

He would never get why his sister had to leave. He could run a thousand calculations in his head, but it never made sense. He would never again have the chance to lightly bicker with her; she ripped that from him. He would never again comfort her or help her.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. More important things came up. Missions that could not be ignored still flooded his life, and he couldn't spend every second dwelling on the memories.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a wounded, dismayed stepbrother.

He didn't know about the growing darkness in his sister until it was too late, and every night he sat up thinking about her. He knew, however, that he couldn't have stopped her. She was broken beyond belief, and she broke him in the process. He would never again tease her in a brotherly way or try to get closer—to love her.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. Life kept going regardless, and school, friends, and family kept him out of despair long enough to stay alive.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a distressed, anxious stepmother.

She couldn't pretend to understand her daughter or sons; the bionic world was one far detached from her. Still, she too felt the anguish when she left. The pain ran deep in the family, and though she tried to fix it, it remained.

The time came, of course, for her to move. Housework and reporting took up all her time, so much so that she was forced to think about them more than that poor girl she never truly got close to.

Nonetheless, she would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a concerned, puzzled biological father.

He understood his daughter, in some ways. He knew firsthand how cruel the world was, and how easy it was to retaliate and take revenge. He understood, truly, but he also knew that vengeance was not the way to go. He who had newly come to the light watched his daughter descend into darkness, unable to pull her out this time.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. Relationships had to be mended and trust restored. He focused on those to keep his mind off the one he could never have a relationship with now.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

In her destructive wake, she left a destroyed, anguished adopted father.

He raised her as his own, and now she had betrayed him. He remained blind to her growing darkness, and he, like his stepson, did nothing to stop it, and it haunted it every day of his life. He didn't understand how his precious girl could do that to him; he supposed he would never understand.

The time came, of course, for him to move on. He had a company to run, two-thirds of a bionic team to command, a brother to reinstate, and a family to head.

Nonetheless, he would never forget her.

The walk home from school was a silent one. Not exactly unusual, of course. It always felt so wrong without her there to lighten the mood. She couldn't roll her eyes at their jokes or tease them. To this day it still hurt them.

Leo swallowed and said, "So, Adam, how was work?"

Adam shrugged. "Same as always. A customer asked me once if we had any lawn chairs, and I had to explain that we're a grocery store. That was pretty funny." Adam lowered his head and grinned—a genuine grin, much to his brothers' delight.

Since he graduated earlier that year, Adam got a job to make some cash for himself. He got off around the same time as school ended, so Chase and Leo still got to walk home with him.

Once again, they lapsed into silence. Chase tried to break it by saying, "I got an A plus on my history test."

Adam shoved him with his shoulder. "Yeah, quit showing off."

"We'd be more shocked if you got anything but that," Leo agreed with a chuckle.

Why was the atmosphere so tense? The last few months they had been doing well. Sure, there was still the hopeless pain in her absence, but it had become something of a regularity for them. They were able to overcome it and talk about simple things: work, school, missions.

Maybe that was it.

Not even two weeks ago Chase and Adam had seen her. It wasn't the first mission where they tried—key word: tried—to thwart her, but this one seemed to jar them more than usual. They hadn't talked about it much, and Leo could respect that. But ever since then, things had returned to how they were a year ago: nothing but silence and unspoken pain passing between them.

The boys walked up the long driveway, looking down into the beautiful valley below. As they got closer to the mansion, however, something caught Leo's eye. A ball of ice formed in his stomach, and he desperately hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. The chunk of ice grew larger and a wave of nausea swept over him. He made a break for the door, ignoring his brothers' calls.

Sure enough, the letters WB were etched into the wood of the front door. Leo stood there with his mouth open until Adam and Chase ran up. He turned to them and made wordless gestures, trying to express the gravity of the situation.

Both Adam and Chase looked as shocked as he felt. Chase bit his lip and threw open the door. "Mr. Davenport!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Mr. Davenport!"

Leo pulled the door all the way open so the front could now be seen from the inside of the house. Adam sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands.

"What's all the racket down here?" Douglas asked as he came clambering down the stairs. He froze and the color drained from his face when he caught sight of the door.

"Douglas is right," Tasha said as she entered. "What's going—" Now she too caught sight of the defaced door, and she sunk into a chair at the kitchen table. As a news reporter, she had seen that sign many times. She never though, however, that it would show up on her own front door.

"Mr. Davenport!" Chase screamed again, just as the inventor ran in. "Mr. Davenport, look!"

The final member of the Davenport family looked ready to faint as well. He leaned on the counter and buried his face in his elbows. He looked up once, as if to make sure he saw what he thought he did. Once he was sure, his head went back down and he started muttering something no one else could make out.

"She's targeting you," Adam whispered as he looked up. "She wants to . . . to kill you next."

"How could she?" Chase growled, grabbing one of the pillows and squeezing it viciously.

Leo walked over to his mother and put his head on her shoulder, silently begging for her love during the shock. She patted him even as a tear rolled down her own cheek.

"What are we going to do, Donnie?" Douglas asked as he came down into the living room.

Every face turned to look at the man of the house. He looked up, his face devoid of any tears or even emotion. "Not we," he mumbled. He came around the counter and looked at his family. His throat felt like sandpaper and stomach was twisted into a knot that felt like it would never come undone. "I knew she would do this eventually, and I've been thinking about what to do. I didn't think it would be so soon, but . . ."

Donald gazed at the fearful and simultaneously stoic faces of his children, wife, and brother. He couldn't bear for them to be hurt. As hard as this would be, as much as they wouldn't understand, he had to do it.

"You have to leave," he said, forcing the words out of his dry mouth. "I'll stay here and face her myself."

Their bewilderment was exactly what he had expected. The protests came next, the same ones he knew would come.

"We're not leaving you!" Leo insisted.

"We can take care of her," Chase said.

"I'm not going to run away," Adam said.

"You're not coming?" Douglas asked. "Why aren't you coming?"

"Donald," Tasha whimpered, unable to say anything else.

"Listen, this is what needs to happen," Donald said, trying to reassure himself as well as them. "Adam, Chase, you faced her just the other day. How well did that work out?"

The brother exchanged glances and then looked at the floor. They didn't want to give an honest answer.

"You know that's Whisper Bird's style." Oh, how he loathed to call her by that name. "She goes after the family. But we all know the one she really wants is me. I can't let you guys get hurt too. You have to leave. This is my fight."

Leo shook his head. "No, Big D. No way. Not in a million years."

Donald looked at his brother. "Please, Douglas." It was a plea for understanding. They both knew that.

Douglas rubbed his hands together and winced. "Donnie's right," he mumbled. "She's too dangerous. We all know she's going to kill us. If we want to save our hides, we need to get out of here."

"But what about you?" Tasha asked, finally finding her voice.

"Yeah," Adam said. "You can't fend her off either."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. After all, I'm the one who taught her everything she knows." Donald lowered his head. "I'm well aware that the odds are stacked against me."

"No kidding," Chase said. "I just calculated them, and we might as well start planning your funeral now."

"It's not happening, Big D." Leo's head still waved back and forth in staunch opposition.

"Listen, my one funeral is better than all five of yours! I can't take that risk. I know where to send you where she'll never find you. Besides, like I said, I'm the one she wants. Well, maybe Douglas too, but mostly me."

Douglas's eyes widened. "Yup, I'm definitely out of here. Anyone else with me?"

Adam stood up and looked at his father with a haunting gaze. He walked over to Douglas, his feet dragging.

"Adam!" Chase snapped.

"You know he's right!" Adam shouted. "She's going to kill us, and we don't stand a chance. If anyone can bring her down, Davenport can, but not us. This isn't our fight. We need to respect that!"

Chase and Leo looked at each other, realizing that, for once in his life, Adam was one hundred percent correct. This wasn't their battle. So, with reluctance filling every fiber of their beings, they joined their uncle and brother.

Tasha stayed in her seat, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Donald walked over and took her hands in his own.

"Promise me you'll be all right," she whispered, not even bothering to look him in the eye.

"I can't make a promise like that," he said, choking back the tears.

Tasha let out a cry, standing up and wrapping her arms around her husband. Donald wrapped his arms around her and ran his fingers through her hair. This was the love of his life in his arms. They would give anything for each other, which was why Donald wanted to give his own life.

The thought of Tasha growing old without him cut deep into his heart, but the thought of her dying in his arms hurt him even more. He couldn't risk her life. She deserved to stay alive with her son. She deserved a good life, not to be cut down now. He couldn't let that happen.

"I need you to trust me," he whispered in her ear. "And I can promise that I will do everything in my power to survive and come back to you again."

She nodded, her hands shaking as they pulled apart. Wiping her tears away, she went to join her brother-in-law and her sons—the ones she adored so much. Donald wasn't about to let any of them die.

"Thank you," he whispered. "And trust me, I won't give up without a fight. Whisper Bird will have to go through hell to bring me down. You can count on that."

The numb nods of his family made him feel a little better—and a little worse at the same time.

Within the hour they were gone, packed and transported to a place where Whisper Bird could not get to them.

Alone in the house, Donald threw up his arms. "No games this time, Whisper Bird!" he shouted into the empty air. "I don't need your psychological torture. Don't hide in the shadows like a coward. Come out! I'm ready! Come out and fight me now!"

And . . . scene.

Aw, Dasha. Isn't it sweet? :3

Fun fact: At the beginning of the chapter, where it says, "Leo swallowed," I accidentally forgot the second w while typing it. Because of that, my computer autocorrect "swalloed" to "zwalkend." Don't . . . even . . . ask. (It's Dutch for "drifting!" :D) I wrote a blog post about it, if you want to go check it out. XD

I may write a third part to this. Meh. Okay, take a vote! Would you like a) a quick and somewhat abrupt ending where a majority of the characters in this chapter don't come back quite yet (only have the two parts), or b) a nice, wrapped-up ending where all the characters come back and deal with whatever I make happen (add a third part). Vote in the reviews and I'll figure it out after I've written part II . . . which hopefully shouldn't take too long.

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