Maree (Marcus and Bree) is my favorite shipping at the moment! I have a thing for good girl/bad boy pairings, I think its a condition.

Somehow, sixteen year-old Bree Davenport found herself wandering around outside at eleven o'clock at night. There was no particular reason to be meddling about but she just couldn't bring herself inside the Davenport mansion and into her little plastic sleeping-pod at that certain moment.

Her life's weird if she thought about it, she isn't even human, she lives in a mansion and sleeps in a plastic tube, her real father is a madman, and her real father's brother is her legal guardian and took them in so her real father wouldn't use them as nuclear weapons/evil soldiers. Wow, that just really shouldn't be in a sentence.

Her life is just a complete jumbled mess. God must've picked my life events out of a hat, Bree thought somewhat bitterly. Her life did not necessarily suck but it was on the borderline of sucking. Sighing, she decided to turn from her usual path home and walk into a dark alley, yes a dangerous spooky-scary dark alley. It didn't matter if there were dangerous people in the alley, she was bionic and could basically break anything into pieces and outrun a cheetah any day. Nothing was a challenge to her, most things were just a bore, or something that completely wasted her time. Her missions were often too simple, Mr. Davenport never gave them anything real and exciting because he trained them to handle things in a circumspect manner. 'Careful and cautious,' he would always say, 'hero's have to start somewhere.'

Her boyfriend Owen was just a silly human distraction; he could never understand the energy that constantly pulsed through her, the speed that was like lightning booming in her veins. He didn't really even care for her, he just liked Bree's 'artistic quality' which was really just Bree always telling him how "fabulous" his work was, and that was just a ton of lies. Owen was a jerk with almost no artistic eyesight and had nothing charming about himself or his poetry. Bree was a predator and saw Owen as her prey, he was just a pawn in her Queen's game, and he was just a small flick of dust that sometimes-rarely-made her crack a smile. She didn't like him one bit, for she is a wild wolf and Owen is just a mere sheep with a wounded leg.

Inside Bree, there is a beast inside the beauty that wants to sprint and run like an animal. Everything is always ticking and clicking because of her speed, her ears are always overly sensitive and her hands are always tapping her pencil like a maniac.

Everything slow and patient just drives Bree out of her mind. When teachers talk, Bree wants too sometimes cry at their slow thinking and walking and talking. And don't even start with the students. Sure, her siblings Leo, Chase, and Adam are pretty fun but they don't understand her. Adam has super strength, big deal, Chase is really smart, wow, and Leo is normal, hah. None of them know the continuous twitch that pulses when she just stands still, Bree has too move or she feels like she's going to die. She will die if she doesn't let her hair fly in the wind or her legs jump through the air, it's excruciatingly painful if she stops her body, its like being scared of in closed spaces and then forced to stay in a tiny cage for an entire lifetime.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here in the dark, all alone?" A boyish voice asked accusingly, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

"I just needed some air." Bree stated bluntly, already squinting her eyes, looking for the source of that familiar voice. "Where are you?"

"I'm here, that's all you need to know." The voice echoed. Bree couldn't make out where it was coming from which was extremely unusual. Her bionics almost always detects the source of the voice and where it's coming from, why wasn't it working?

"Why can't I find you?" Bree asked frustratingly. If she couldn't see him, how could she defend herself? Now, Bree felt stupid for thinking Davenport's missions as 'too easy.' She was glad he wasn't getting her in missions (like this one) that she probably couldn't get out of.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Bree." The voice was quieter, alarmingly calm. Bree felt like it was the tick before a boom, except the boom never came. Just the sweet, sweet silence of the night and a cold breeze fluttering through the air. Bree clutched her hands around her brown leather jacket and let out a slight shiver, not of fear but from the cold. She was not scared of a stupid probably drunk or on something man. Wait, did he say…Bree?

"How do you kno-w my name?" She felt her voice crack and cursed herself for letting on that she was actually frightened of whoever this man was. She did not care; she could run away faster than he could even grab her. But, there was something about the voice that made her uncomfortable, it was sweet but dark, angry but soft, it was familiar. Could it be someone who found out her secret, could they know she's bionic?

"I know you Bree." The voice oddly remarked. Who did she know who would purposely hide in the dark and not come out face to face? If he knew her, why weren't they talking in person?

"Then, why are you hiding?" Bree asked lightly, like a whisper. She watched her question disperse into the thick air, like a puff of fog in the dark. If he could hear her, he must be close.

Bree took a step forward and tilted her head up maybe he was hiding in the rafter…? No, that would just be stupid, who could get up there other than Adam? Plus, that would require super strength or some kind of flying ability.

"I'm not hiding, I'm in plain sight, and you just haven't seen me yet." The way he said that made Bree not just shiver from the cold but shiver in anger. Who was this man to scare her like this? If he had no harmful intentions he would've shown himself already.

"Show yourself!" Bree shouted feverously, her mind pounded in anticipation and nervousness. For the first time in her life, she was actually scared. Her heart beated rapidly and her movement was fast and quick, always looking around in all angles, waiting for this man or boy to reveal himself.

"I can't yet, you aren't very fond of me you see. I just want to tell you first, before you try to kill me, that I have a proposition." The voice spoke. Bree could hear the slight promise in the voice she could imagine a giant smirk plastered on the speakers face. Whoever he was, he was definitely cocky.

"And…what's this proposition?" Bree played along in his game. Her question lingered for a few seconds, which almost felt like an eternity to her.

"I-want you to be my partner." The voice said carefully, choosing his words like a captain would choose his comrades. Why did this man want her, god of all people, to be his partner? Bree couldn't even fathom this mans stupidity, why on earth would she say yes? What kind of partnership anyways?

"What do you mean by, um, partner?" Bree asked suspiciously. This man was asking her to be his partner at eleven at night, close to a bar, which was just down the street. It made her want to start asking more questions about the kind of partner he was looking for.

"No, no, no, I-no. I don't mean that kind of partner," The voice stuttered embarrassingly and then he regained his composure obviously. "I mean, I want you to be my partner in crime. I know you're bionic."

Bree instantly sucked in a breath right when the man said 'bionic', but then exhaled. This man didn't seem too threatening, he was embarrassed just by stupid wording and was asking her to be his Robin while he runs off being Batman. This was just completely utterly stupid and a waste of time. But, if she knew him, but didn't like him, how did he find out she was bionic?

"How'd you find out?" Bree asked, her head tilting up to show her confidence and to prove she was not fazed. But, whoever this man was could hold her secret against her until the day she died and she could not allow that to happen.

"I'm quite special myself too," The voice said bashfully. "I mean, I'm already really special, but I mean-bionically special." Bree furrowed her brows; the only people who had bionics were her brothers.

"Are you Chase?" Bree seemed to ask herself. How could it be Chase, it didn't even sound like him, and it definitely was not Adam. Adam could never stay hidden this long, this person was too smart, so it had to be Chase, right?

The voice chuckled darkly, as if finding Bree's discomfort amusing.

"Guess again, princess."

Bree felt it this time; the voice came from directly behind her. She almost dared herself to not turn around and just keep running until she was safe. But, something drew her towards the voice like a moth to an enticing flame. Turning her head, her expression turned to nothing but horror.

The voice was Marcus, the boy who she absolutely loathed.

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