I stood in the shower letting the warm water wash over me, rinsing my Brother's blood from my fur.

The entire family was mourning the death of Aaron. But, none more than my Father. The blow of having one of his sons killed nearly broke him. After he had arrived in the clearing he held onto his corpse until the others came, and had to pry him away. Everyone asked me what had happened, but Jumba (who was thankfully not harmed) Told them to leave me alone. Telling them this had put me under a lot of emotional stress. I would tell them eventually. My Father has a right to know how his son died, but not now. Now I needed to be alone with my thoughts.

I could hear Jumba outside the bathroom door. Ever since the attack he refused to let me out of his sight. He probably would have fallowed me into the bathroom if I hadn't stopped him. I sighed, in so many ways this was my fault. If only I had done something! Why did I just sit there? It had all happened so fast there was no way I could have reacted in time. Did I really believe that, or was I just making excuses. Now I had the guilt of my Mother's and my Brother's death on my conscience. It was strange. I spent all my life hating my Brothers, but now I'd give anything to have all three of them beating on me again. Everything used to be so simple. My Brothers hated me, they beat me up, and I spent all of my time in my lab. I groaned. When did things get so complicated.

I watched the whole incident in my head over and over again. The look of surprise on Aaron's face as the plasma cannon shot him was burned into my mind. Even though the water was hot. My whole body was shivering. When I got back to the laboratory I thoroughly studied the weapon he had used to kill my Brother. Whoever built it, designed it to destroy experiments. It really was an impressive piece of equipment. My mind traveled back to something Acervus had said to me. He said that his employer had bin watching me for a very long time. But, that wasn't possible I spent most of my day in the laboratory. The only way he could be watching me was if he...

A sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. No, it couldn't be, but there was no other explanation. Shutting off the water I hopped out of the shower. Not even bothering to dry myself off. I threw open the bathroom door, running past Jumba. I ran down the stairs to the second floor. I heard Jumba yelling at me from the first floor, he sounded worried. Climbing into my chair I switched on the computer. Quickly I typed in my password. I was in such a rush that I struck a few of the wrong keys. Eventually I got it right and Debra's robotic voice greeted me.

Welcome Simon. Jumba appeared at my side looking distraught.

"What is wrong?" He asked agitated. My finger flew over the keyboard, multiple file and graphs flashed across the screen.

"Its something Acervus said to me. I have a hunch I want to see if I'm right. I opened a file labeled blue prints. Clicking on it, it revealed a detailed 3D layout for the laboratory. "Debra scan the lab for any foreign objects. Anxiously we waited. As she scanned the lab, little blue dot appeared all over the 3D image. Each of those dots represented a foreign object. Once Debra had finished scanning I counted a total of thirty six dots. I knew it! Even without checking I knew those objects were surveillance cameras. Someone had bin monitoring my activities for God knows how long. But it didn't seem possible. I knew every bolt and every weld in this lab. These cameras must have bin installed when Jumba and I had first built the laboratory.

That meant that everything I had ever done, every move I made, every word I spoke was being closely examined, but who would do such a thing. Someone who had wanted me bad enough to put innocent lives in danger.

Troubled I turned to Jumba. "Who could have done this?" I asked him.

He sighed. "I think I know." Clicking a few buttons a picture of someone I had never met appeared on the screen.

Confused I looked up at Jumba "Why am I looking at a picture of a gerbil?"

"That is no gerbil. That is Dr. Jacques Von Hamsterviel."

"Hamsterviel?" I exclaimed. I had never heard of someone called Hamsterviel.

"Years ago before I created 626. Hamsterviel was my partner. He funded my evil genius experiments. After twenty five years of partner shipping. I decided to part ways with Hamsterviel. For personal reasons. When he found out I created 626 he finked on me to Galactic Federation. When in prison word was that Hamsterviel had bin killed when federation blew up his ship. Thinking he was dead I moved on. When Grand Council Women came to me in prison telling me 626 had escaped I departed for Earth to capture him." I listened intently to everything Jumba was saying.

"Years later Hamsterviel tracked me down to Earth. He wanted other six hundred and twenty five of my evil genetic creations. After he was thwarted by little girl and 626 he was sent of to prison. Time went by and after little girl and 626 had captured all of the escaped experiments. The Big Dummy broke Hamsterviel out of prison. He forced me to create new version of 626 which he named Leroy."

"Really...Leroy?" I said.

Jumba laughed. "Yes, funny name is it not. Anyway he created his own clone army, and used it to take over Galactic federation. But, eventually thanks to Jumba's genius Hamsterviel was captured and sent to prison along with his army of Leroy Clones. While in prison only one of the Leroy's survived (the original). For some strange reason the others died. The last I heard Hamsterviel was still in prison. But he must have escaped. And now he is sending assassins to capture you! He has bin enemy of our little broken family for quite some time now.

That was a lot of information to take in a once. "But, what does he want with me?" I asked.

"He must want you to create genetic experiment for him. One strong enough to bring down Galactic Alliance."

"Over my dead body. Theres no way I would ever create an experiment for him!"

Jumba placed his hand on my shoulder. "Yes, he figured you say that. Thats why he sent snake like alien to capture you. Now this has bin a trying day on all of us. But, we must hurry and destroy all of the cameras in evil genius laboratory so Hamsterviel cannot spy on us anymore. First go dry yourself off your dripping water on the floor."

The next few hours had bin spent searching the lab from top to bottom. We left no nook or cranny unchecked. We tore that lab apart (metaphorically speaking) looking for spy cameras. After many hours of searching we were staring at a large pile of surveillance cameras. There design really was ingenious. They small black orbs with tiny little lenses. Each of them was about the size of a golf ball. Now the only problem was how do we get rid of them. Jumba said we should just smash them to little bits with a hammer. I suggested that we just throw them in the incinerator and be done with it. Eventually my idea was chosen, and it was bon voyage to Hamsterviel's spy cameras.

Both Jumba and I were filthy. My fur was covered with grease and oil. I told Jumba he could take a shower first. It seemed only fair. I paced out side the bathroom door waiting for my turn to use the shower. All the dirt and oil stuck to my fur was staring to make me itch. I groaned when the sound of Jumba singing sounded from behind the door. How come when someone sings in the shower they never sound any good? He had bin in there for over an hour singing show tunes. His voice was like a rust nail scrapping against a chalk board. He better not use all the hot water, I thought. The singing I could deal with, but if I had to take a cold shower there was going to be hell to pay.

After what seemed like hours, I heard the water shut off, and Jumba stepped out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist. Looking up I saw he had a small Grey towel tied around his head. I couldn't help but notice that the small towel had 'Simon' stitched on it in black letters.

"Is that my towel?" I asked pointing to his head. All four of his eyes looked up at the towel.

"Sorry I needed something to dry my hair." He said.

I laughed. "Hair! What hair, you have no hair, you have what...three hairs on your head what do you need a towel for?"

"I'll have you know that Jumba once had thick full head of hair before accident with experiment."

I smirked. "Yes, I know I saw an old picture of you. You looked like you were on your way to rob a convenience store."

Jumba crossed his arms. "In my day women on my planet couldn't keep their hands of me. I was what earthlings call a hunk."

"Really" I smiled trying to contain my laughter. "Then explain your ex-wife. I saw a picture of her too. She looked liked you kidnapped her from the intergalactic petting zoo."

That got Jumba laughing. "what about you? Eh. You look like you were rolling around in garbage dump."

"All the more reason for me to take shower. Now I'll take my towel if you don't mind." Grudgingly Jumba reached up and unwrapped the towel from his head. Snatching it from Him I ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on the edge of the tub holding my hand under the faucet. After five minutes the water wasn't getting any hotter. Dam it! Jumba had used all the hot water! Already I could hear him snickering outside the door. Oh well I'd get him back later. Maybe I would switch the sugar for salt when he goes to have his morning coffee.

I switched on the shower,and stepped into the frigid water. For someone who didn't like showers I was certainly taking a lot of them lately. When I couldn't stand staying in the ice cold water a minute longer. I jumped out of the shower drying myself off with my damp towel. The memory's of what happened to Aaron came rushing back to me. Searching in the lab for cameras, and taking a shower had distracted me from the days horrible events. But, know they came rushing back at me full force. I felt so guilty. And I knew I would have to live with this guilt for the rest of mt life.

Throwing my towel onto the floor, I walked out of the bathroom. Jumba must have left because he was no where in sight. When I called out for him I got no answer. Then I spotted something. Someone was sitting on my bed. It was Presley. How had he gotten in here? Did Jumba let him in?

"Can I help you?" I asked.

He looked up at me. "Hey Simon whats up?" He asked as if we were old college buddy's. Crossing my arm I walked towards him. I wasn't afraid of Presley. It was Elvis that I was afraid of. But, still Presley could break me to pieces if he saw fit.

"Presley, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not Presley" He said sadly shacking his head. "Its me Aaron." Before I could stop myself I burst out laughing.

"What is it this a joke. I saw Aaron get shot Presley. He died right in front of me." By now The Presley who said he was Aaron was crying.

"No" He sobbed. "You saw Presley get shot. It was him who died in front of you not me."

I looked at him as if he was crazy. Maybe he had snapped over the loss of his twin. He must have seen my confusion because. Sighing he jumped off the bed and broke into a lengthy explanation.

"Look, when me and Presley saw you getting carried away by that guy. I wanted to go save you, but Presley wouldn't let me. I said that I owed you because you saved my life, but he still wouldn't let me go. He offered to save you instead. He had always bin the better fighter. Plus he was also feeling a little guilty about what had happened at the beach. He wanted to pay you back for saving my life. Anyway when you saw him coming to save you. We looked so much alike I guess you just assumed it was me."

Was he serious? Was it possible that I had gotten them mixed? In some strange way it made sense I always had trouble telling them apart. "Did Dad know?" I asked him.

Aaron nodded. "Ya, he knew right away. Dad was the only one who could tell which of us was which."

"Well, why didn't he tell me?"

"He was to sad " Aaron said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I tried to tell you earlier. But you wouldn't answer the door." He must have come when Jumba and I had bin throughly searching the lab. "Dads, still crying up at the house." An awkward silence came after that. We just stood there looking around, unsure what to say. So it seemed it had bin Presley who had died. Not Aaron. I didn't see that coming. "Elvis thinks its your fault." He suddenly announced. I looked at him amazed, wondering if I had heard right. "Ya hes bin going on and on about how its your fault. He's determined to pin it on you. In his head he probably thinks your the one who shot Presley. I tried to stick up for you, but he wouldn't listen.

I wasn't quite sure what to say to that. At the moment I was feeling very overwhelmed. A minute ago I was feeling guilt over Aaron's death, but now I was feeling guilt for Presley's. It was like having to relive the whole thing over again. Suddenly Aaron was alive! Standing right in front of me. I'll almost felt like I was talking to a corpse. I'll be honest, I was at a loss for words. So I asked him the only thing I could think of.

"How did you get in here?" He told me Jumba had let him in. I nodded, "Thats what I thought." We spoke very little after that. It seemed like he had said everything he wanted to say. Finally after a long period of silence he said he had to get going. Nodding I walked over to the front entrance. I was about to type in my password when I noticed Aaron staring over my shoulder. When he noticed me staring he apologized and turned around. I entered my password and the door swung open. Without saying anything Aaron walked past me passing through the threshold.

"Um Aaron I said. Stopping he turned around and faced me. "About last night...apology accepted." Nodding he walked away just as the lab door closed cutting me off from the outside world. That was the longest we had ever spoken in my life. I could tell he was broken up about the loss of Presley. Those two were practically inseparable. I thought of my Father. I could hear is cry of anguish echoing in my ears. I could see a picture of him holding Presley lifeless body in my head as if I was seeing it right in front of me. I cursed me photographic memory. I would never forget that image.

Suddenly a stunning realization came to me. Hamsterviel would keep coming after me. He would send assassin after assassin until I was captured. What was keeping my family from getting caught in the cross fire. As long as I was here I was putting everyone in danger. How many more people will have to die because of me? The only thing I could do was leave. Yes, leave Earth. I would steal...Borrow Jumba and Pleakly's ship. It meant that I wouldn't be able to finish Chemical 606. Which was a shame since I was so close to completing it. But, it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Making my decision I walked over to my dresser, and began to pack.