Author's Note: Ha. This is terrible, at least to my eyes. Based off of .thewriterswayoflife's story Odd Man Out. Go check it out after this. Please R&R. Thanks
Chase had never felt more alone. More useless. When he had been created, he was never supposed to be either of those things. Now it seemed that it was all he was, all he ever would be. His siblings sure cemented it. 'Hustle' and 'Muscle' were never alone, never useless. When it first began, he was fine. A few short jokes too many, a few boasts. What siblings didn't do that? He'd boasted a bit himself. Then it progressed to seemingly around the clock. He had tried to tell them it bothered him, but his feelings didn't seem to matter to them. And it seemed his life didn't matter much more, either.
As team leader, he felt a bit more responsible for them then was his fair share. Maybe that's why it bothered him so. When they'd thought of using two bionics, he had been scared. He'd tried to hide it, because even without named reasons, he knew it was bad. If it was good, surely Mr. Davenport would have trained them for it. Instead of 'Good luck' or 'Hope you don't die', it was 'If you die, we'll just make another plan'. As if he meant no more to them than a blade of grass. They cared more for people they'd never met and probably never would meet. It hurt.
He was expendable, while they were so much more important. Why? He could've let it sour him. Turn him bitter. Let it rule him. In a way it did. He was bitter, and there was nothing he could do. But no matter what he felt, it was never hate. Bitterness. Anger. Resentment. Never hate. He loved them too much. Their breath was his breath. As apart as it seemed they'd become, to him they were priority number one. They could despise him, make his life unbearable, and without hesitation he would do anything to make them happy. And he hoped, he knew, that deep down in their core, they would do the same. In this life, he would never be alone.