A/N: Haha! I live! And I've been typing this for days! Though today, over half of this is was actually typed up until a few minutes ago before I decided to post. ._. Huh...well I hope it's long and good enough to satisfy from the wait! It wasn't easy to write, mind you. :P Nearly 3,000 words! So...I hope you guys like it ;) enjoy!

Disclaimer: I...don't own wild Kratts. .-.

The next thing I knew, I was being shoved to the ground by Chris...I think. I glanced up in a panic-stricken state trying to decide if I should be fighting or ducking. The answer came quick when the busted door went flying about four inches above my head. Fake Chris had thrown the inch thick solid metal like it was cardboard!

I looked up in shock to see him looming right over my head. I wondered who would move first. Suddenly, he made a move with his foot. Before I realized what was happening, I was just barely yanked out of the way by my collar.

Right where I'd been less than two seconds before, there was a small crack in the solid floor.

"Martin! Move or something!" Chris yelled at me from behind, nudging me to get off his leg. He couldn't keep dodging for us both.

I scrambled to my feet quickly so that Copy Chris wouldn't have such an easy advantage over me. I knew Chris wasn't exactly as mobile at the moment, so I decided to take the other's attention off my brother at least.

I ran past him as he advanced, only just dodging a swing he took at me with his leg to trip me. I think my reckless plan was working. I had his complete and total attention. Oh, wait...

Thinking back, was that the smartest move I could've made? Oh well, to late, I'd just save to dodge until I came up with something better. I wasn't quite as fast as Chris on my feet, I. Kept dodging with only half-seconds of consideration. The motions were fluid and constant- no time to think much on them.

He'd been going easy on me earlier because it was nothing compared to the beating I was getting now. Or was going to get once he caught me.

Considering the damage he did to the objects around us, I don't think I could've afforded a blow. One hit would probably have crippled* me.

I tried to buy time by knocking things in the way and hiding while trying not to get myself cornered, but this was getting tiresome. More so for robo-Chris. It was also doing little to actually help. I noticed as he kept going in a robotic way, there was annoyance sketched on his face. Could robot people even get annoyed?

I didn't know if I could keep this up. How had I even survived this long?

Suddenly I found myself backed up to the huge window. I didn't really have anywhere to run with him right in front if me.

I stole a quick glance over my shoulder and my blood ran cold. There was a sheer drop straight to the ground. I was practically at the top of this building which practically towered over most others around. And the first floor...was a LONG way down. The one thing my conscience insisted run through my head was that the only thing between me and a grave was a half-inch, fragile piece of glass.

Running either other direction wasn't really an option because I was pretty sure I wouldn't of been quite fast enough anyway.

The double of trouble swung again, insisting in smashing my face in. I dodged with the little space I had, backed against the cool surface behind me. He aimed once again at my head, and I avoided the fist. the impact on the safety glass caused it to shatter, but it merely left a fist-sized impact circle in the window. He didn't seem fazed at all. Then I decided to swing back.

A mistake on my part. I hit him and it made him stumble back and give me space. However, my throbbing hand proved that it had hurt me way more. It was enough to give me a few feet from the window(which I was glad to get away from just in case it did break) and I shook off the temporary discomfort and prepared to start going on defense as he recovered and turned to me.

The deep scowl seemingly engraved into his face, his focus solely on me. 'Well this was gonna be fun...'

Then we were in a fist fight at close range. And hand to hand combat was not the easiest when the person you were fighting was made of metal and didn't take pain like a normal person. I started using my legs and feet to land kicks- more effective, but also more time costuming for recover- and I was getting better at this. Though it was still bothering me that I was fighting something in such a resemblance to my brother. I knew it wasn't Chris...why was I hesitating?

He landed a hit on my side while I was distracting myself and I'm pretty sure it bruised. Ouch...

It hurt to move it, but I'd worry later. Had to keep moving or I'd be in pain in more places than just my side.

Actually causing damage back to his mechanical form was a different issue as well as the fact I was getting tired. He started landing more hits than I could easily have blocked with a human. But his android-ness aided him and he knew he had the advantage.

I had to find something to even that out. But then I got an idea that would work if I was faster than him. I remembered seeing a work bench full of equipment somewhere- large metal tools Zach used for inventing. There were actually a few I'd seen on my way up and the closest was back in the control room...

I refused to let myself get pushed back again, so with every attack he made, I ducked or dodged as far away as I could, trying to move BACK towards the door.

Was this a good idea? I found myself questioning.

I quickly turned and ran inside when I had an opening, wincing as my side protested in the way I was bending. I skidded inside the dim room, silently noting I didn't see my brother anymore which was worrisome, but I had immediate problems at hand. I was hoping for all this effort I was using he had found a way out. I rummaged for two seconds, coming up with a wrench as long as my forearm. I stared at it.

'Okay, what did Zach even need this big a wrench for?' I wondered as Chris skidded into the room for round two.

But I was ready this time around. I held the wrench awkwardly, like a sword, but I was intent on using it more like a baseball bat. However, all hopes of that dwindled when I took the first swing. I guess he saw it coming and he grabbed it in mid-swing, wrenching it away from me and throwing it somewhere behind him.

Wow. That was not how I pictured that would play out at all. I stared at him in disbelief.

I didn't even have a chance now. That was so unfair. Suddenly I found myself suspended and the ground wasn't under my feet. I felt like I was being choked. A rough hand had me by my neck and I didn't like the way he was grabbing me.

"H-hey!" I sent my best glare down at him, the only thing I could to to help myself was grab his arm and give myself room to breath even if only very little.

I shivered inwardly, but didn't let him know I was actually concerned. Okay, a little more than concerned- worried- that he might actually hurt me. I know, sounds weak, right? Well how would you feel being strangled my a mechanical hand that could easily crush bone? Yeesh, well that didn't make me feel any better...but aside from that.

I felt helpless hanging from his hand like that. It looked like it was easy for him. Then again he was robotic, but that smirk on his face showed me he was enjoying it. I tried hard not to squirm when he purposefully tightened his grip. But the feeling that I couldn't breathe only lasted a moment because soon it loosened. I took advantage of it too, inhaling deeply for much needed air. I blinked and looked down at him. He was frowning at me.

I glared back the best I could. "What?" I said, just glad my voice wasn't hoarse like I thought it might sound.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought you'd be more of a challenge. You know. It was rather boring"

BORING?!

"But I guess humans aren't much of a challenge due to my own...advancements." he said smugly.

Geez. This thing even sounded like my brother. It was starting to get a but worrisome on how alike he- it- was to my brother. It was scary close. How had Zach even managed this?

"However, maybe you should just learn how to actually fight." he added, shrugging in mock defeat.

I found the taunting in his voice aggravating.

"And you should learn how to control your temper!"

I knew I wasn't exactly in the position to be PROVOKING the guy, but hey. If this was my last moment, might as well give it my all. That included comebacks.

And Chris was never one to be short on them either. And thank my lucky stars that was true because his comeback knocked the guy back. The lost his grip on me as he was sent stumbling back into the doorway where he- unfortunately- caught himself.

Before he could regain his balance, I immediately tackled him. More on revenge than self defense, I started attacking him with my fists. I wasn't exactly a fighter, but I think I was doing okay. Though robot copy got in a few good hits too.

At some point, I found myself standing and battling, a lot like in one of Jimmy's fighter video games. I'd throw a punch and he'd go on the offense, then it would switch where it was his turn to attack.

I kept catching a glimpse of my real brother, but not much on what he was even doing. I wondered why Zach hadn't sent Zachbots to help if he knew I was here. If that happened, I wouldn't have a chance. Wondering why that was made more questions come, like why I was even here besides to save Chris. Like why it happened in the first place? What was Zach Black's twisted plan this time?

Then for awhile I didn't see Chris anymore on the sidelines. I looked around while I blocked the attacks, but they weren't as bad as before. He was swinging, but not really trying to actually get me down. Then he grinned and his fist connected with my chin. I fell back into the metal floor littered with random parts we knocked off the tool bench. My jaw now hurt too. Ow.

I'd distracted myself and he had used the edge. He was toying with me- trying to make me exhaust myself while he didn't need breaks, being mechanical. Or at least not like a real person would need. He could overheat, but that wasn't going to happen soon.

I pushed myself up with my arms, but I was pushed back by a forceful hand on my shoulder, slamming me back into the steel tiling. Again, I found myself stuck between him and...a hard place. He was kneeling over my head, scowling. I figured I was giving him the same look. I tried using my legs to rise, but it wasn't helping since my shoulders were being held firmly down.

"Hey! What's your problem? Let him go, Zachbot!"

I turned my head and saw Chris way across the room, leaning heavily against the doorway I first entered when I got here. He looked mad, despite hardly being able to stand.

The imposter turned his head sharply and locked eyes with Chris, his eyes glowing crimson in anger. It made him way more scary. That on the face of my brother was NOT something that made me feel easy.

"Idiot! I am no scrap metal trash can! I am not a mere robot to be bossed around nor am I someone that can be taken easily! I'm way more powerful than those things will ever be!"

Every word poured out with more venom and hatred. Whatever Zach had programmed or told him that made him hate us, it must of been pretty bad. Or maybe that's just what he was programmed to think period.

Then the copy got a different look on his face- one of discovering a set goal. He glanced down at me then back at Chris. A second later and without warning, he let go and charged my brother.

Chris went wide-eyed and tried to get completely upright on his feet, but the copy was already pretty much on top of him. I was rushing right behind by three feet. They started rolling as the fought each other and I watched, trying to figure out in the blurred confusion of limbs who I was trying to save and who I needed to help tear off. I couldn't tell who was attacking and who was defending. They were starting to look way too similar.

Then I realized just what the faker was trying to do. He was trying to confuse me into not knowing who Chris was. I went wide-eyed and tried immediately to tell who was who. But I couldn't. They both looked the same: like they were only fighting for their lives and not attacking.

Suddenly they broke apart, both scooting and scrambling away from the other, panting and looking terrified. I couldn't tell who'd been attacked let alone which was really my brother. At least not from where I was.

"Chris?" I questioned, not moving tot go to either. I tried to tell or see any difference between them. The scary thing was how alike they were. Even more scary...I couldn't tell them apart. They were identical. I inwardly panicked.

I moved to get a closer look between them. But before I could get much nearer, the Zachbots decided to show up. My adrenaline was already rushing again and I was ready, but they weren't after me. Instead, they went to grab the two look alikes. One, my brother.

Both Chris's seemed to be struggling like they were really in trouble. Neither seemed, like the evil robot I'd fought earlier. He'd taken care to mirror real Chris's actions and state.

"Martin!" Chris called, trying to yank his arms free, but he was failing.

I made an abrupt move towards him but I haunted, and turned to look at the other Chris who was equally as helpless. "No, Martin! Don't listen to him! I'm me! You know that already!"

I started to get a sick feeling of dread in my stomach. It made me feel almost worse than not knowing who my brother was. My mind was in a state of confusion as I looked between the two helplessly. I almost didn't notice they were being dragged away from me and out of that door.

"Martin, help!" Chris's panicked voice rang out.

"Bro! You have to stop him!" the same voice called out from the other.

It took me a moment, but I ran after them. A moment was too long. The Zachbots beat me through the door and it slammed shut as I made a grab for the handle.

"No!" I shouted, yanking at it immediately after it was shut. Too late. It was locked. I was locked in here. I yelled out in desperation and worry, slamming my fist in the solid door repeatedly until my hands started to actually hurt. I glared at the door and panted.

The intercom of the building buzzed. "Don't worry, Martin. You will get your chance to save your brother. By the time you figure out the way out of the room- and there is one- I will finally be ready for one last...confrontation. But I hope you know your brother as well as you think you do."

"Zach!" I growled a warning. But the intercom had already turned off with a short beep.

"Gah! WHY?!"

I hit the door again one last time as hard as I could. The only thing it accomplished was a throbbing hand. I slumped against it, sinking to the floor in defeat.

I folded over my propped knees my arms and glared off. 'Okay...now I had the fun experience of figuring out a plan B...what now, Martin?'

A/N:oohhh. You guys actually thought I was gonna let Martin get out if this easily? I sure hope he can tell them apart!*insert evil laugh here* yup. I tried to make this exciting...but I dunno how good I am with action :/ what do you think?

(*= sorry for using that. It was for lack of a better term. I'll replace it if it bothers or offends anyone. I'll change it if it does, but I used it only to help picture what was happening)