"Don't you see, little bandicoot? I am the one with the upper hand. I am the one that gives orders. Maybe you haven't noticed that, yet, but you need to wake up and smell the roses . . . ."

"Heh . . ."

"What's so funny? Do you think this is a game? . . . . . . Tell me . . . . Who do you take orders from?"

"No one . ."

"Wrong answer!"

With that, a blow was sent to the younger bandicoot's face; his lips allowing a whimper to escape. The older bilby/fennec fox glared at him with narrowed eyes as he repeated himself, "Who do you take orders from?"

The bandicoot looked up at him with scared eyes as a stray tear made its way down his cheek. His voice was a stutter when he spoke, " Y-you . . . I t-take orders from y-you."

A wicked smile came across the other's face, seeing the tear drop to the cold, tiled floor. "Good . . ."

The man stood up, wiping the droplet of blood from his mouth off while turning to see another man standing there. A surprised look was set on his face, looking back and forth from the scientist to the bandicoot. "D-doctor! Why did you do that? He has done nothing!"

"Silence, Weasel! He needed a punishment! He needed to know whom was boss!"

"B-but, Doctor! Couldn't you have handled it another way?"

"Weasel . . . , I'm beginning to think that you are getting more soft these years . . . . "

"Sorry, Doctor . . ."

"No apologies. Just get me the girl. I know he'd love to see her . . . . ."

"Yes, Doctor."

The bandicoot's eyes shifted from the floor to Weasel immediately, watching him leave the lab to do his given order, and then, he glared back at the doctor. "G-girl? What girl?"

"Oh, you'll see . . . ."

When Weasel had came back in, a teen-aged girl was walking in front of him as he led her towards a metal, fold chair. Once she caught sight of the bruised bandicoot on the floor, her eyes widened. He was covered with deep bruises with his fur all roughed up, and a small bit of a black goatee had started to take place on his chin while his eyes were watery. "Morgan?!"

"Kael!"

She stared at the doctor with an evil stare as she barked at him, "What did you do to him?!"

He smirked, "Oh, nothing . . Just a few hits here and there . . ."

Weasel gave out a silent sigh while he cuffed her hands behind the back of the chair she sat in. He really didn't want to do this, but he just had to! If he didn't cooperate, a bullet might just find its way into his chest in no time. The doctor's smirk soon turned to a grin when seeing that the she-bandicoot had been cuffed and that the he-bandicoot was badly bruised and weak. "Hmmm . . Isn't this sweet? I decided to have a little reunion . . . . You two met here exactly . . . what? Six years ago? And now . . . . , we have a new member joining us in five months . . . ."

Morgan's eyes pointed like dirks towards the man, "What are you talking about, Monroe?"

"Oh. You didn't know? How about if Kael refreshes your mind? Kael . . . , do you have something to say to your boyfriend . . . ?"

She kept her mouth shut and her head down; biting her lip with reluctance. When Doctor Monroe gave her a slight nudge, though, she looked back into Morgan's eyes. "M-Morgan . . . . I'm . . ."

Monroe placed a hand on her shoulder, "Go on . . . Tell him."

She held her breath, feeling the pain of an oncoming headache as she finally exhaled. "Morgan . . . . , I'm pregnant . ."

The boy's eyes widened with all of his memory coming back to him, "Oh my . . . Kael . . , I'm sor-"

"Awwww . . . What's wrong, Morgan?" Monroe went over behind Morgan, getting on his knees, and lifting up the boy a little so that he could speak in his ear, "You know, you and me have some things in common, it seems . . ."

Morgan shot his eyes at the doctor, "You're wrong, Monroe . . . I will never be like you . ."

"Doctor Monroe to you, little bandicoot . . . . And we'll see about that . . ."

"Mom and Eric are going to come looking for us! And just to let you know, Eric, my stepfather, is a cop! He's gonna throw your ass in jail!"

"Oh, really? I'm really scared, Morgan . . . . The funny thing is, I thought they went on a honeymoon . . . . I've been keeping a close eye on you, boy, so don't even make up stories and think that I'm going to believe them . . . How's your sister doing? She okay?"

Monroe gave him a wicked smirk while Morgan's jaw dropped, "W-where is Ray? What did you do to her?!"

"Oh, nothing. She's safe and sound at her house I suppose, or probably out shopping. I don't know, but she's definitely not here . . ."

"If I find out that you have my sister . ."

"You'll what? Throw me in prison? Kill me, perhaps? I don't think so . . . Look at your position . . ."

Kael then decided to speak, "Leave him be, Monroe . . ."

He looked over at the girl in the chair, getting to his feet and walking over to her, "Heh, even after those seven years I kept you prisoner, you still call me Monroe? I have a title, girl . . . ."

"Yeah, and I have a name, Monroe . . ."

Her sarcasm just led her to a hard slap across the face. Morgan took his hands off the floor to attempt to stumble to his feet, "Don't you dare touch her again!"