I know I should be posting ch. 3 for "Another Life", ... but I got distracted. Okay, I love the idea of EVIL!CRAZY!Caesar for some reason... and my mind basically exploded from 'Written in Sand' so between those two things this was born! R&R!
I had been at this computer for hours. My time spent reconnecting wires, tightening the loose bolts, as well as pressing the occasional button. They thought I was fixing it, trying to retrieve the memories that had been lost, but they were wrong. In fact, I was doing the opposite. Erasing the files. Erasing my past. Erasing everything.
They didn't need to know what had happened. Not even Rex. It was his fault in the first place. He caused all of this, but I couldn't tell them that, could I? Not when, in their eyes of course, Rex could do no wrong. They treated him the same way my parents did. And I hated it. This boy, this "King", is the reason that I had to do what I did…
Life was perfect. Or at least as perfect as a thirteen year old could consider it to be. I was the center of attention in my parent's lives, as well as the most well behaved son anyone could ask for. I was obedient; I listened to my parents, unlike most of the other scientists' children. I was also very intelligent for my age. I had won the science fair at every single school I had ever attended, and that's including kindergarten! But my happiness was short lived. One day mom had a little surprise for us.
"Mijo," my mother's face was glowing with excitement, "You're going to have a little brother! Es muy bien, no?"
I gave her a quick hug, "Of course it is!" I said, my voice filled with mock enthusiasm. "I can't wait." I didn't understand. I was the perfect son. Why did they want to replace me? I could change if they wanted me too. They should've known by now that all they had to do was say the word and I would do it, no matter the consequences. I was immediately overwhelmed. What had I done that had made me replaceable, imperfect, broken?
Nine months later and little Rex had been born. My feelings of jealousy had mostly subsided and would very rarely return, emphasis on the word "mostly". I wasn't going to let my emotions get in the way of the work that I needed to do. MY goal was to become an accomplished scientist, and to work alongside my parents with the other scientists. Maybe I could be the one to finally perfect these "nanites" that they were building! I could make them proud once more!
Seven years later, I was twenty three, and already an accomplished scientist. I had a job that most people never even knew existed, and the best part was that there was no Rex. He was always busy playing with the scientists' children, or his best friend, Rylander's son, Noah. You see, I had convinced myself that the jealousy I felt towards my brother was just a fad, an immaturity that I had yet to outgrow, however the problem my theory was that the jealousy never went away. In fact, it was making itself known more than ever.
Between those seven years, our family as well as the other's families moved to a private piece of land owned by one of our fellow scientists, Ivan Van Kleiss. The name of this place was Abysus. The landscape was mostly forest, our new homes and the labs all located In the center of the wooded area, a good place to hide from the native's prying eyes. "This'll be the last move." Mom told us. "We'll be able to finish the experiments here; we won't have to keep running away." By "running away" she literally meant running away.
We were on the run from the government. They wanted to shut down our funding, take away all of our research, everything that we had worked so hard on. The worst part being that we were closer now than ever to completing these nanites programming. I had finally discovered the purpose of these tiny machines, at first I thought them to be tiny weapons of mass destruction, the perfect thing for biological terrorism, basically weapons of war, but I was wrong. They were really meant to help. Once completed, they would be able to cure diseases and end hunger. What the government couldn't see was the good we were doing in our work.
Rex was once again becoming a thorn in my side. All the attention was back on him. I had earned it back for a while, and here he was immediately stealing away from my grasp. I felt as if we were locked in some kind of tug-of-war game. The side that was pulled the farthest would win. The winner got to be showered in love and adoration, while the other sat in their shadow, waiting for their turn. Then the one in the shadows would get the lead, and the previous winner would sit in the shadow. Then the cycle would begin again. Light, dark, light, dark. It was never ending, and I would often wonder if Rex felt the constant struggle, but what would he know, he was only seven, barely even old enough to know what the game tug-of-war was!
Our game just got worse with age. Now that Rex was ten, he started to crave the attention. He would often play on various machines in the lab, which usually resulted in dad giving him a stern talking to, followed by him them getting sent to his room. If it wasn't messing around with machines, it was messing with the other scientists. To Rex any attention at all was good, even if it was for something less than great. I was getting pushed farther and farther back into his shadow, and the farther I was pushed, the darker my thoughts became.
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