Hiiiiii! I'm still alive! I know, another slow update, but my family opened a restaurant and I was busy! So, I hope this small peek will make up for something!

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Now, onto the story!

A few minutes after Robin had returned we had wished John Sr a merry farewell and left.

"So, are we going to get a tour of the Rogue pipeline?" Benny asks. I smile subconsciously and observe our surroundings while Robin answers. We're still in a hallway, but we are a bit far from John Sr's room. I hear a sniffle, and turn to see Bianca, red-faced and slightly teary. I frown in empathy.

Her crush, the silent and suave John Jr, died. Even worse, he had been killed. It had taken a toll on all of us, but it had affected Bianca the most by far. I look down, wondering how I can cheer Bianca up.

"Oh, sure you can have a tour. Over there is a hallway, and another hallway is down there, and a third hallway is right in front of us. There, you got a tour," Robin says playfully. Benny narrows her eyes, but smiles none the less.

"In all honesty, there isn't much to show you. We mainly just have basics: a cafeteria, a meeting room, hundreds of bedroom hallways with several unoccupied," Robin lists off. All the while, Benny's eyes grow wider.

"What? No game room, no party room, no sit-down-and-be-lazy room? You don't even have a snack room?"

Robin shakes her head. "I don't think we really have time for that. Most of the time we're either plotting, recruiting, causing havoc or patrolling for spies," She responds as though it's not a problem.

"WHAT? That needs to be changed. You guys better be grateful for getting super-powered recruits. We will build these rooms ourselves if we have to!" Bianca preaches.

I slowly sigh, a smile tugging at my lips. Bianca is bouncing back surprisingly quickly; I'm happy. But then again, Bianca can never stay upset for long. I don't think she can pull it off.

Robin looks at us surprised for a moment, then does something unexpected; looks to the ceiling and screams with joy.

"YES! I knew having super-powered comrades would benefit to us in a selfish way!" She squeals.

"Shh, Shh! We don't want people to hear us!" I snicker.

"Alright, first things first. You guys need to see your rooms, the cafeterias, the vacant pipe-ways, EVERYTHING! Come on!" Robin grabs our arms and pulls us off who-knows-where.

Destruction. It's all I've seen. It's all I've known. It's all I've done… It's all I've felt. I've watched, I've caused, several deaths that occur almost day. The funny part is, I seem to like it. Or do I? I don't even know anymore. Sometimes, I don't even feel like I, myself, am here. Who am I? What year is it? Why are my hands covered in this pure, red liquid, I sometimes ask myself; then I realize. This is 2022, I am Red, ruler of the Red Kingdom, and I… am a killer.

It's quite a bit to take in, really. That is, unless you've known this all your life. Which I have; almost all of my life I've been a killer. I've ended peoples' lives both physically and mentally. Sometimes I've done both at once. But I never had a second thought, I never looked back as their carcass fell to their weeping families. Even with my back turned, I could feel their unforgiving, loathing glares. But I didn't care.

Did I?

No, not at all.

Never.

Not once.

They say I can't feel; I'm heartless. But I can feel. I used to feel bad; used to be horrified at the thought of killing. But mortals? They're all like X. Disgusting creatures that think of you as monsters. Disgusting monsters that took away my life. Monsters like X. X, the man that ruined my life. They all ruined my life, and I'm merely returning the favor.

Suddenly, the vibrations in the floor tell me that someone is here and I'm snapped out of my thoughts. There is a curt knock on the door of my room before the person carelessly opens it. I barely have time to roll my eyes at their imprudence before they speak.

"Brick, come. We need to talk in the meeting room."

Speak of the devil. I turn around ready to snap at him for calling me by my real name, but X's back is facing me, and I stare at his jet black leather jacket with the collar up past his neck. A pure white X is etched in the middle of it. As he click-clacks down the hallway away from me, I sneer and float behind, closing my door behind me. We travel down a few hallways, make several turns, and right when I'm about to make an impatient sigh, we've stopped right before the entrance. The door is actually two doors that separate automatically.

My sneer grows deeper at the giant white X on the door. But all doors have the bright, almost blinding snow white signature on it. It is X's Main Mansion, after all.

I stiffly walk past X and settle myself on a puffy leather chair at the edge of the rectangular glass table. It's my signature color; red. I look at the two empty leather chairs a bit further from me. One's a dark blue and the other a forest green. My brothers have not arrived yet. I watch as X patiently seats himself at the black leather chair across from me at the other edge of the table, but I quickly turn away as he meets my gaze. He quietly chuckles at my behavior, but with my hearing it still reaches my ears.

Despite this, his skin is slightly pale and he taps his fingers on the glass table. At first I thought this was impatience, but it's starting to seem more like nervousness. What could he be worried about? I shake my head and my short red hair swishes. I don't care. Why should I? It's not like he ever does. Or did.

The door is kicked from its hinges and I don't even need to glance to the doorframe to know who it is.

"Whaddya want, X?" spits the gruff voice of my brother, Green, or Butch.

"Such an impudent child. Is that any way to greet your father?" X says smoothly, and Green-Butch-'s face reddens in anger.

"Answer the question, X."

"Oh, come on. You know how much your brother hates being left out. Let us wait until he arrives."

Surely enough, Blue, or Boomer, enters minutes later, looking at X warily. As you can tell, we all are not very fond of X. He's not my father; I know that for a fact. Superpowers are not normal, and we all know that. I can't remember my old family; my powers aren't that strong, yet. And I can forget asking my brothers. So what vexes me most is the feeling in the back of my mind that X did this to us. Did something to give us powers. But what? Speaking of him, Butch is yelling at him once more.

"Alright, now speak up! Why are we here?"

"How impatient," X mockingly scolds, but I notice that his tapping has become more fervent and I can't help wondering what really is going on. Then he speaks.

"Now, anyway, something… possibly alarming has occurred. There are people that were basically saturated in the potion that gives you your powers now a few years ago," my back straightens in slight interest as he continues, "We've tried holding them back, but they've escaped our most recent attack. Based on research, they've been identified as disfigured, deformed people. But despite this, they are still a threat."

My mind races. There are others like us? Despite the fact that they are disfigured and we have to kill them, the thought is comforting. Note the sarcasm.

"Despite their… Disabilities, if they get into the hands of the Rogues, who knows what could happen. With the help of John Utonium, they might make these people real opponents."

This is where I slowly start to zone out of his talking, leaving his world with one roll of the eyes. So what if John Utonium was a genius? That doesn't mean he can fix the highly impaired with his playground of kids.

X has stressed too much over Utonium since he escaped. Maybe John had been a more important asset than I thought, but even so, X really freaks out sometimes. I can't really feel for him, though; it was his fault that Utonium escaped. Then again, I've never felt for X.

I've never felt at all.

At least, not in the eyes of some.

With that thought, I give my signature smirk and speak for the first time in the room.

"It's like you said, X. These people are maimed; impaired; disfigured. John Utonium is one man upon a pile of children. He can't do everything. And let's not forget that he doesn't have high-tech materials like us. We'll be fine," I cockily state.

All eyes turn to me, as though everyone's just realizing that I'm here. I simply raise an eyebrow at each one of them, daring them to counter my statement. Slowly X's tapping stops, but he stills looks uneasy as he consents.

"As logical as your reasoning may be, I still want you to go down to where they are, and kill them when found. In their state, they can't go far in one day."

I groan in slight annoyance. Do I really have to go and track down deformed humans? I sneer, but sigh in defeat anyways.

"Fine, where are they?"

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I slowly raise an eyebrow at the hideous sight before me. This ocean looks nothing like a regular ocean. First of all, the sky is orange. Let me say that again. Orange. Could anyone tell me that the average sky at 2:00 in the afternoon is orange? Not to mention that the ocean reflects it, making it an ugly orange-dark oil color. It almost makes me shiver. Almost. Considering that I can't shiver. Considering that shivering is a form of fear.

Considering that I can't feel fear.

Considering I can't feel at all.

At least, not in the eyes of most.

My brothers and I glide over the ocean, scoping the murky water for anything that should tip us off. I pass several mechanical things that confuse me. Needle-nosed, long metal fish that float lifelessly on the surface (I can dimly see speckles of blood on the tips). Rusty, steel killer whales with razor-sharp tail claws. Even scattered, leftover scraps of mechanical piranha with vicious-looking teeth are seen floating around the ocean. But it's the one small, metal piranha floating in the waters -with his mouth open and facing the sky- that freaks Boomer out; why? It's flinching and jerking, as though it's still in network. I shoot a laser and it's gone in a poof of dust.

Why are there so many metallic creatures out here? I know for a fact that these are X's creations; the technology is too high-tech to be anyone else's doing. But why did he make these? And why are they all in this ocean?

"Hey, guys!" Blue calls, and we all turn to him as he hovers to a tiny object floating about the surface.

I raise an eyebrow, and fly to him as he picks up the small object.

"It looks like cloth. Maybe this is from one of the people X was talking about. It looks like it was ripped from their clothes," he suggests, and I snatch it from him. Boomer always had a knack for spotting the smallest of things.

I examine the small cloth, then the next thing I realize is my eyes are blurry from some liquid filling in. My lip is quivering uncontrollably and it takes me several seconds before I can force my face to go blank once more.

What just happened?

Did I… just cry?

A strange sound escaping my lips that I can only assume as a sob confirms my thoughts.

My brothers have strangely missed the small moment as they both stare at the cloth, perplexed. I then suddenly feel the urge to hide the piece of clothing away from my brothers; to protect it. But why? Why am I feeling? Why?

"Hey, Red. Red? RED?" Green urges, and I'm forced back to reality. Butch has rarely ever called me Brick, unlike Blue sometimes, and I'm glad.

I look to him, and give him a scowl that is normal to him and everyone else, but somewhat broken to me.

"Yes, Green?"

"We found something else," He nods over to something floating further over. I warily float towards it, and narrow my eyebrows in confusion –if you could consider it a feeling- once I see it; a horribly destroyed metallic shark.

"What?" I whisper as I rub a hand over its top. This shark is not old, but it's been ripped in half. I notice that the bolts that connect its mouth are missing, and the engravings of a strong hand shows on the tip of both of its lips. What happened here?

Boomer's head emerges beside me from the water, but I look to him, unfazed. He looks at me, a serious and completely confused look on his face as he motions for me to come under. I dive down beside me, and he leads me to another shocking sight; a second metal shark.

This one is not ripped, but it has been pummeled to a pulp. I see many fist marks in its, and I can barely identify it as a steel shark more than scrap metal. How did this…

We've tried holding them back, but they've escaped our most recent attack.

Well, that explains the piranhas and the fish. But this "escape" was nothing that I would've expected. It seems more an ambush. And Boomer does nothing to help when he speaks, his voice vibrating across the waves of the ocean.

"I'm not so sure that these disfigured people are so… disfigured."

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"What do you mean you couldn't find them? You can't find a couple of IMPAIRED INHUMANS?"

I lowly growl at X.

"Are you insane? These IMPAIRED INHUMANS are-"

I cut Butch off. I don't think we should tell X about the destroyed sharks yet. We could be able to use this against him.

"Already miles from where we found the sharks that they escaped. Trust me, we searched everywhere."

"Well I expected better from you boys. Especially you, Red." He turns to me and my fist turns slightly red as I clench them even harder.

I turn and leave the room, ignoring X's shouts and bellows.

I slam the door to my room and jump onto the bed. I'm not angry. I'm. Not. Angry.

I reach into my pocket, and pull out the cloth we found at the ocean. It's salty smell immediately reaches my nose as I stare intensely at it. What did this cloth do to me? Why does it feel like part of me? Why does it bring out… emotions? I automatically decide no one can see this cloth. I know that my brothers have already forgotten about it, but no one else can see it. No one can see that it brings out feelings.

Because I don't have feelings.

I never have.

At least, not in the eyes of all.

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh? You guys like? I know it's really short. But I haven't updated in forever! Besides, this is just a sneak peek of the boys' lives…. A really. Short. Segment. Of the boys' lives. If you want, I'll include more in the next chapter, but I really wanted to get an update up. I hope you guys liked!

P.S- That cloth that Brick has was ripped off of Blossom's dress.

P.P.S- Notice how Brick fluctuates from calling Butch and Boomer by their real names and their fake ones?

P.P.P.S- Also notice that little thing I did with him not having feelings? Look at the last sentence; did you notice that he said something different at the end each time?