Author's Note: Any conversation that happens on their heads that they let the other twin hear will be underlined because when they talk (and memory / whispers / flashbacks) it will be in italics.

Guest Reviewer: No I am not making him autistic. I only mentioned that because what I mentioned was true.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITATNS! ONLY THIS STORY AND MY CHARACTERS.

Chapter 3: Mark Alex Logan

Three days.

It's been three days.

Since she has spoken her first words, everyone has awed and gushed over her. It's not fair! I wanted to have this moment, and she knew it! When she said those words, I told her I hated her, and she cried loudly like she was in excruciating pain. My mother believed that she had a soiled diaper, but it was definitely not that. She was trying to guilt trip me!

Arella cried the rest of the day any time those emerald eyes of hers fell upon me. At night, she rolled over away from me and whimpered. To get some much needed sleep, I told her that I had forgiven her, but I had not! She rolled over and cuddled up next to me. I was disgusted because she was the elder yet she was the one acting like such a baby!

Approximately 11 hours and 43 minutes later, dear old father dear woke us up in order to take us to the park in Jump City. I had no intention whatsoever of going, for I wanted to spend the day with mother, so I put up the "sick baby" charade till they left. They believed me! Those imbeciles!

Mother, Aunt Kori, Aunt Bee and I took a leisurely stroll downtown to some of the cafes and shops. They took the liberty of buying me new clothing articles, which I greatly appreciate. I applaud them for doing that since my current clothes are feeling extremely tight and uncomfortable due to me being a rapid grower.

Once we arrived to our home, father and Arella were already back. The men of the house, or tower, are currently surrounding her with brand new video cameras, which look as if they just bought them due to the bubble wrap and boxes on the side. Arella is giggling under all the attention she is receiving. She must be so happy being with dear old pops!

"Come on Arella," my father whined putting on a pouty face. 'Way to act mature' I thought rolling my eyes and blocking this thought from Arella. "Talk for daddy!" My face turned red in anger, and I started to cry. Why do I have to cry now? My mother takes me away to fed me because that's what she assumes I want. Even though I don't need to be fed yet, it comforts me greatly, so I do. While feeding me, Arella lets me into her mind so that I can hear a conversation going on about me.

This our deal. She told me that if I loved her again, she would let me know things that would be important knowledge for me to soak into my tiny little brain, to my standards of course. But what she lets me hear makes me sad and angry at everyone!

"She's gonna be just like her mother!" Uncle Cyborg told everyone excitedly.

"What do you mean?" asked Uncle Robin.

"Yeah! She look mostly like me!" my father chimed in.

"What I mean is that she spoke first, so she might be super smart like Raven, no offense BB, and she was stubborn when we tried to get her to speak on video. Sure she looks like you, but she might have more of Raven's personality in her." Idiots! Why can't they see that I'm the smart one? I'm the one with a high intellectual intelligence not her! They all think she's just like mother when she is just like father! I'm like mother!

This bothers me so much! I wish they could see that I'm special! Fortunately, my rant is short lived because mother is stroking my face with her soft angelic hands. I sigh in comfort and slowly fall into a deep sleep. The last thing I remember clearly seeing and hearing was my mother putting me in my crib and whispering softly in my ear as not to disturb me,

'I know your special. Your just waiting for the right moment to show it…'

My groggy sleepy eyes open as the sliding metal door opens to reveal my father with Arella. She is fast asleep in his arms with a smile on her little baby face. Father places her in her crib which is next to mine and comes over to me. He sees that I am awake and strokes my baby fuzz hair, if you could even call it hair.

"Hey little man," he says softly as not to wake my sister from her dream filled slumber and reaches for my little baby fingers. I close my hand around his thumb and study us like this. My hands are so tiny compared to his bigger adult hands. I stare at his eyes and ponder how such a tiny human, well…you know what I mean, being can grow into such a big person. Big meaning tall and muscular. It amazes me. I'm brought out of my thought process as father speaks to me once again. "Everyone says your sister is going to be just like your mommy." No she isn't! "And I think that they're right…" No! I internally shout, but I can see his pointy ears droop. "I thought she was going to be like me as weird as it sounds." She is! "But if she isn't, I hope at least you are." I'm sorry to disappoint you father, but I'm not going to be like you… "Anyway, come on you little gremlin! Since you're up, let's go to the park!" Oh god why?!

Author's Note: Remember guys, you can give me suggestions and ask questions which I can clarify at the begging of chapters. Update in a week!

~raven's daughter13