This one's a little shorter. I'm sorry I took so long, life is crazy. Please review and I hope you enjoy.

Chase rose from his spot on the floor after his sobs were done. "Eddy, you won't tell will you?" Chase, fear in his eyes. "After everything he has done to you, you still want to protect him?" Eddy asked, less shocked than he was before. "I-I-I just c-can't tell. It's terrible I know, but I still have feelings for him. I still love him. "I understand" Eddy said. "I won't tell as long as things don't escalate. If I believe tell Mr. Davenport is the only way to save your lives then I will. But I promise it will be only if there are no other options." Chase smiled and leaned back in his chair. Turning Chase began typing on the computer, numbers flying across the screen. "Are you fixing the security footage?" Eddy asked, shocked. "I want to make it look like I'm trying, even if I'm not doing anything helpful."

Back upstairs Bree and chase were spread out on the white couch. "I think something's wrong with Chase" Adam said out of nowhere. "He seems fine to me" Bree said. "I don't know, something just feels off. It feels like he is hurting." The two sat in silence as they thought about this. Bree tried to think of anything that Chase had said or did that would suggest he's in pain. Nothing came to mind. He seemed upset that he let Mr. Davenport's brother get away but that's understandable. Adam was probably just mistaken. It wouldn't be the first time. Adam considered Chase's actions. His brother had tried to write off his sadness by blaming it on an unsuccessful mission but he had never done this before. Plus there was something deeper going on. He could see it in the boy's eyes. Its one thing to be mad at yourself because of a screw up but that could never produce the dead look in his little bro's eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought. Adam knew he wasn't the smartest of the three but one thing he was good at was reading chase. He was more than a brother, He was his best friend. He may tease the little guy but it never meant anything. He loved Chase and could tell when something was going on. "I need to talk to Chase" Adam said. "He didn't want anyone disturbing him" Bree reminded him. "Yea but I really need to talk to him. Eddy let me down." The screen turned black and the computer program jumped downstairs. "Adam wants to come down" Eddy told Chase. "He sounds determined." Chase sighed and waved his hand. "Let him down. It doesn't matter, I just didn't want anyone to hear about Marcus. Less than a minute later Adam was walking into the lab. "Tell me what's wrong" he asked, getting straight to the point. "I don't know what you mean" Chase told him, unconvincingly. "Chase I know when you're going through something and right now you are far worse than you're letting on." The concern in the older boy's face sent a twinge in Chase's heart. He really wanted to tell Adam the truth but couldn't. Marcus would be in danger if he did. Adam will be hurt but he'll get over it in time. "I already told you, it's because I let Douglas get away. If I had just been more vigilant we wouldn't have lost him. Now who knows what he's planning." "Chase tell me" Adam said sternly. "Adam just go, I'm trying to work and you're distracting me. The pain that crossed his brother's face hurt Chase. He didn't like this at all. I wish I had never met Marcus, he lied to himself.

…Marcus's house…

Marcus circled the empty house, pulling at his hair. "Chase I'm sorry" he said over and over again. He walked from room to room, face skewed in anger, pulling at his hair. If he had been a normal human he was sure he would have ripped all his hair out right now. "Arrrg" He screamed, grabbing a lamp and cucking it across the room. With a great shatter the vase exploded into the wall, leaving a deep gouge in the bulletproof mettle hidden under the wood. "Chase! Chase! Chas!" He cried falling to his knees. Pulling his knees into him, he rolled into a little ball, weeping and muttering. He knew he should get himself together. Dad could get home any minute but he just couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to stand, let alone act normal. It didn't matter anymore anyway. No one loved him. He lost everyone, he was alone again. The sound of a door slamming, registered in the back of his mind. His dad was here. He needs to get up and act normal but it was too late. "No!" He screamed, rattling the windowpanes. He couldn't do this. He had to go, he had to run. There was no place for him here. He couldn't help Chase and he wouldn't help his dad… no creator. He was not his father. A father loves and cares for their child, not use them for their own game. As the front door opened Marcus jumped. Using his superspeed he rushed out the door at top speed. Not knowing where to go he just kept running until he finally tripped. His body rolled down the mountain, finally stopping three hundred feet down. His GPS said he was somewhere in Colorado. It didn't matter though he got what he deserved. He had definitely broken an arm and maybe both his legs. There was red fluid soaking the rocks around him and his eyesight was going fuzzy. He would be out of power soon. Without his dome he would surly die. Once out of power he would lay unconscious, slave to the weather. His body would break and slowly decay and he would finally be truly dead. This is what he needed. Smiling to himself he allowed the darkness to cloud his vision.