As soon as they entered the backroom, all movement stilled. Donita stood next to Martin and she looked livid. Her other henchmen, Dabio and Aviva, stood slightly in front of her, as bodyguards. Zach and a few Zachbots were there as well. The remaining models fleed, as if sensing the ominous atmosphere of the room.

"How dare you ruin my show again!?" She spoke in a low, angry tone. She walked up and took weasel-Chris from Koki and shook him. "I should just squeeze the life out of you now!"

She threw him to the ground, and he let out a little squeak on impact. Thankfully weasels were a little more flexible and hearty than other small animals. Martin took an involuntary step forward, as if the sound of a distressed animal bothered him subconsciously.

"Aviva, turn his power suit off." Donita snapped her fingers. Aviva, like Koki, wore a headband as well. She stepped forward and pressed the button on his creature power suit to deactivate him. Back in his human form, he looked up at his brother. Martin was looking down at him with a bemused expression. Chris realized he was looking at his beard, or maybe the clothing. He had probably never seen either of the like on Chris.

"Zachbots, restrain him!" Zach ordered. The robots grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up. This was all too familiar to Martin for some reason. He had anxiety watching his brother in the grip of the robots, and himself next to Zach. Was this just Déjà vu? It wasn't until he watched Chris struggle against their hold that he started to remember. Everything came back to him as Zach ordered: "Subdue him if you need to."

"No!" Martin yelled out. He took a step forward, but a metal arm of a Zachbot blocked him. Donita placed her hand on his shoulder and looked up in to his eyes.

"Just as Zach said, the brainwashing wouldn't hold anymore in the presence of your brother." She said sadly. "I have to say, Martino, it's rather insulting that you'd choose him over me."

"What are you talking about?" Martin asked, confused by all the sudden thoughts and memories that were slowly coming back to him. Of the times before the brainwashing, and during as well. He stared at the floor, processing everything.

"It's alright, love. I have a solution for you." Donita motioned for Dabio to come over. When he did, he carried a small, shallow box. He opened it to reveal a simple collar of black leather. "I wanted your brother to be here to see it when I gave it to you. I wanted him to watch as you choose me over him."

"Martin, don't do it! It's going to permanently brainwash you!" Chris cried out. Donita scowled and ordered Aviva to gag him.

"Is that true? Do you honestly think I would pick you over my brother?" Martin felt himself getting angry.

"Yes, I do. Because you can choose to stay with me, or be alone for the rest of your life, like me." She added the last part softly.

What did that mean? Martin glanced at the collar and then back at his brother. The Zachbots let go of Chris, and Aviva and Koki each grasped on to his arms and held him firmly. He pulled against their hold, but the girls were strong. The beams were somehow enhancing their strength. Aviva pulled a knife out and put it to Chris' neck then pressed the edge hard enough that a trickle of blood ran down. Both brothers went very still.

"You see? You choose wrong, and he dies. The best part is, he'll die by the hands of his friends." She laughed.

"Please Donita, no! Don't hurt Chris!" Martin begged. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll wear your collar and stay with you, just please don't hurt him!"

Donita paused as she considered his words. Chris was trying to talk through his gag, but it was just muffled nonsense. He shook his head and strained against the girls. He couldn't let Martin do this, he would rather die than see his brother become a mindless slave. His brother, meanwhile, looked determined and resigned.

"Very well, Martino. You know how I enjoy it when you're submissive." She grinned, and prowled towards him. "You'll be happy and you'll never have to worry about these losers ever again."

Chris managed to shake off the gag and cried out for his brother. "Please Martin, don't do this!"

"I have to, Chris. I'm sorry, but I can't lose you." Martin whispered, staring down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. Zach approached with the leather collar, unbuckling it. Chris let out an anguished sob and thrashed, trying to get free. As Zach buckled the collar on, Martin took a sharp breath. Once it was settled around his neck he let out a groan and fell to his knees, clutching the collar. Only a few seconds passed, but they felt like an eternity to Chris.

Martin let his arms fall from his neck to his sides. He blinked a few times and then looked up into his brothers eyes. Chris' heart stuttered when he saw that cold look back in his brother's eyes. Martin smiled and stood up, standing next to Donita.

"Well Chrisangelo, it looks like I win. Maybe I'll get Zachary to make up some lovely collars for the girls here as well. They're made from the hide of the antelope Zach brought me, so I have plenty of supplies left." She drawled, snuggling against Martin. "Martin is mine and you can't take him away from me."

"He's still in there. He has to be. Martin please, I-I can't do this without you." He sobbed, his voice hoarse.

"He won't listen to anyone but me. In fact I think I'll make him my sex slave. I can't trust him to love me on his own, thanks to you." She snarled. "Martino, show your brother how much you love me now."

Martin stepped forward and ran a hand up her neck, and gently pulled her head back by her hair. The other hand slid around to the small of her back and pulled her closer. He leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss. Chris looked away, unable to watch.
"You see? You can beg all you want, but he's mine. In fact, my first order will be for him to finish you off. It doesn't look like there's much left in you anyways. Get rid of him so he never bothers us again, Martino." She ordered.

Martin stepped forward and took the knife from Avivas hand. The girls let go of Chris as Martin stepped behind him, wrapping one arm across his chest and the other holding the knife at his back. Chris clenched his eyes closed and leaned back in to his brother. This was it, after weeks of struggling, this was how it was going to end. His brother would be a captive for the rest of his life, and who knew what Donita and Zach had planned for the girls. All those animals that they wouldn't be able to save. Chris couldn't stop the tears from falling. He had failed everyone.

It was morbid, but he was actually glad that it would be Martin doing the act. Chris could almost imagine he wasn't standing in Berlin on a stage. He could smell his brother, feel his strong arms around him again. It had been so long. The night before they were separated they had stayed up most of the night, Martin trying to make him call out his name. It was a game Chris enjoyed playing, even though he usually lost.

He pulled himself from the memory and opened his eyes. He realized he was still whole. A glance up showed Martin struggling internally with the order.

"Do it already!" Donita yelled.

Martin pushed the blade in just a little, but stopped when he heard Chris' wimper.

"I-I can't." He made a move to step back, but Donita blocked him.

"Good grief, let me do it." She grabbed his hand and the knife and pushed. Chris gasped as the knife slid in, and then grunted as she twisted. Martin dropped him and the knife in shock. Donita wiped the blood off her hand and smiled. "Sorry love, but you'll thank me later."

There was a small pool of blood forming beneath Chris, soaking in to his clothes. At least he didn't feel any pain as the shock and adrenaline coursing through him had a numbing effect. He momentarily spared a thought for Jimmy, feeling guilty that he had put in so much effort in to healing him and he goes and gets stabbed. He let out a little laugh that sounded borderline like a sob. To add further salt to the wound, he tried to push himself up but his hand slipped in his blood, and he fell back down.

Donita pulled Martin back, and sighed when she saw the blood on the white feather coat. "That was messier than I imagined it would be. It's okay, I'll make you a new one, with whatever animal you want. Now that the Wild Kratts are out of the way we can do whatever we want!"

Martin couldn't take his eyes off his brother. "Donita, this doesn't feel right." Martin stared down at his bloody hand.

"This time we're going to stay and make sure he dies, alright Zachary?" Donita ignored Martin and spoke to Zach.

"It shouldn't be long, I think he's gone into shock already!" Zach laughed. Martin pulled away from Donita and stared at his brother. Chris' skin was rally pale and he was struggling to move, but Zach was holding him down with a foot on his back.

Everything was so fuzzy. He was tired of feeling fuzzy. His memories were so confusing, and there didn't seem to be a timeline that made sense in his head. He had destroyed the Tortuga, been attacked by his brother and then came to the fashion week and assisted in killing Chris. He had also destroyed the Tortuga, kissed his brother, came to fashion week and begged for Chris' life.

"Zachary, what's wrong with him? You said he would blindly follow my every order, and he's still resisting." Donita pulled at Martin's hand. She was beginning to worry that if she didn't get him away from Chris, he was going to relapse, collar or not.

Before Zach could answer, a red blur jumped on Martin and knocked him down, pulling his hand from hers. A red fox landed on Martins chest and bit down on his neck. He grabbed the animals and pulled, but couldn't get him loose. It was a kick from Donita that sent the creature flying across the room where it hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.

Upon further investigation, the fox was nothing more but the missing final member of the Wild Kratts. She couldn't remember the scruffy boy's name, but it didn't matter. He was unconscious, which meant the suit he wore deactivated. Zach could put a headband on him and she would have a lovely trio to do her bidding.

When she turned around, however, she was greeted with the site of Martin kneeling, with a chewed collar in his hands. He stared down at it, and then glanced at his brother, a few feet away. He knew she had tricked him. Martin growled. He charged Donita, but the Zachbots jumped in the way.

"Dabio, use the pose beam to stop him!" Donita cried. Dabio angled the beam over Martin, but it only slowed him down, like he was wading through molasses. When he managed to break through the beam, he ducked past the zachbots and slammed Donita up against the wall. He held her in place with one hand on her shoulder and pointed the knife to her neck.

"How dare you! You stabbed him anyways, it was all a dirty trick!" His blade hand shook with anger and caused a shallow nick in her skin. "And all those things you made me do! Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now?"

"Don't be a fool, Martin. I might have made you love me, and I might have forced you to stab your brother, but everything else was your choice." She stared at, daring him to deny it.

Martin reeled at the statement. He had chosen to kill the birds for her, hurt Chris for rejecting him, to poach the gharials, and destroy the Tortuga. But it was all under the influence of love, he told himself. He would never have done those things under normal circumstances if it wasn't for her.

"No, it's because you brainwashed me." He shook his head.

"And you're telling me that if Chris had asked you to do those things, you wouldn't have done them? Don't act like this was all my fault." She threw his excuse back at him.

"Maybe, I don't know, but what I do know is that he would never ask me to do anything like this." His grip lessened slightly.

"And all I asked was for your love and affection. I love you Martin, I just wanted your company!" Donita pleaded with him. "You think they'll want you after everything you did? That they'll trust you, and things will go back to normal? I would never judge you, Martino. You can stay with me and we'll be happy."

Martin had a moment of doubt. Would the group forgive him? He had said and done some awful things. In that moment of weakness, Dabio grabbed him from behind and wrestled the knife out of his hand. Donita pushed him off and ran to her henchman.

"No, I'd never be happy with you, Donita. And I'll never forgive you for what you did." Martin growled, narrowing his eyes. "If Chris dies I'll make sure you pay."

Donita laughed and started to back away. "You're threatening me? See how you've changed, Martino? Doesn't violence feel good? I'll be waiting for you when you realize you don't belong with them."

He watched as the two of them escaped out a side door. This wasn't the way he wanted this to end. He hated to admit it to himself, but violence did feel good. He had wanted to make her hurt after all the things she had done to him and Chris. If it wasn't for his injured brother, he would have followed behind. That realization scared him.

He turned back to face Zach and the Zachbots. If he couldn't get revenge on Donita, maybe he could on him. Zach looked nervous, as if he knew Martins intentions. The Zachbots stood in the way, blocking their master from him. Martin refused to be denied revenge a second time and dodged them, tackling the inventor to the ground. Zach cried out in surprise, but before he could command his robots, Martin drew his fist back and hit him as hard as he could across the face. It felt so good he did it two more times before he heard a familiar voice.

"Stop Martin… This isn't you." Chris wheezed. With Zach off of him, he managed to get on to his hands and knees. There was a steady flow of blood dripping to the ground though. "Just let him go."

Martin looked over at his brother and then down at his hands. There was blood on his hands, first from stabbing his brother and now from the blood flowing from Zachs face. He was shocked. What was he doing? Chris was right, this wasn't him. He jumped off the crying inventor, who curled in to a ball crying.

Chris looked at him with sad eyes. Did he pity him? Martin took a deep breath and went over to him. He was hesitant to touch him. Chris looked like he was in a lot of pain, but also because Martin still felt a lot of anger and hate raging through him. He felt like he would somehow taint his brother if he touched him. Using the creature pod, he called an ambulance, angry at himself for not doing it earlier. He was too focused on getting his revenge. Maybe Donita was right, he had changed and now he was a monster.

"Zach, you need to release the girls, then you can go crawl under a rock where you belong." Martin said, without looking away from his brother. He heard whimpering and scuffling behind him, which he interpreted as Zach following his orders. Meanwhile, he cupped his brother's face with one hand, and placed his other hand on Chris'. "I'm so sorry. For everything."

"I know. It's okay, I forgive you for everything." Chris smiled.

"You shouldn't. Lay down and roll over, I need to stop the bleeding." Chris did as he was told and Martin straddled him and applied pressure to the wound. He was so pale and was shivering. Martin pulled off his coat and laid it on Chris' legs, frowning when he remembered it was the peacock frock.

He was too busy attending to his brother he didn't notice when Zach escaped. The first thing Koki did when she woke up out of her trance was check on Jimmy. Aviva came over and knelt beside Martin.

"Are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No, not really." He replied. He didn't resist when she took over staunching the blood flow. Instead he knelt next to them and watched.

"We're glad you're back, Martin." Before he could interrupt her, she continued. "Really. I know that some questionable things happened while you were under Donita's influence, but it was just that. Her influence. You're back, safe with us again, and that's all that matters."

Martin wanted to argue, but the paramedics had arrived. He watched helplessly as they loaded Chris in to the ambulance. One of the paramedics checked Jimmy and declared him alright. They also took a look at Koki's hand, which was missing some flesh. They stitched her up there, and also declared her to be good.

As he climbed in the back of the ambulance with Chris, he tried to mentally talk himself down, to try to put out the fire of rage burning through him, but it was no use. Until Chris was better and back with him in the Tortuga, he was going to scorch inside.