It was back when we had just started our training. Adam was seven, Bree was six and I was only five years old. Our powers were starting to grow and we weren't really able to control them yet.
One morning, Bree was superspeeding around the lab laughing the entire time.
Adam was enjoying his superstrength and was bouncing heavy balls against the wall.
As for me, my supersenses had kicked it a couple of weeks before so they were still extremely sensitive. My superintelligence was starting to grow, but it didn't have such a big effect on me yet, except for the fact that I could read a book meant for ten year old children.
Suddenly Adam threw a ball against a big metal barrel, causing me to jump up and drop the book I was reading.
"Adam, don't do that!", I complained "You hurt my ears!"
"I didn't!", Adam said.
"Yes, you did!", I countered "You made noise and that hurts me!"
Adam frowned and threw another ball against the barrel, but much harder this time.
I covered my ears with my hands: "Stop! Please!"
"No!", Adam yelled "I am playing and you are boring!"
"I'm not boring!", I replied.
Bree stopped running and stood next to Adam: "You are boring!"
"Yeah! And stupid!", Adam added.
"I'm smart!", I said "You are stupid!"
Now, Adam was starting to get angry. Now he threw the ball and hit me in the stomach. I fell back and hit my head against the wall.
When I started crying a little, Bree sat down next to me and patted my head: "It's okay, Chasey…. Don't cry…"
But Adam was still angry: "You're a crybaby!"
"I'm not! You hurt me!", I replied, still crying.
"I didn't! You are jealous!", Adam said, crossing his arms.
"Jealous? Of what?", I asked.
"Because I'm the oldest and the biggest and the best!", Adam replied with a grin.
"You are not the best!", I replied "We are all the best!"
Now Adam was really angry!
"You're stupid! I wish you weren't my brother!" Adam yelled. Suddenly, his eye-lasers shot a laser beam straight over our heads.
Bree screamed out of fright, which caused me to cry even harder.
Adam was frozen in fear out of what had just happened and started to scream too.
At that moment, mr. Davenport ran out of the elevator and kneeled next to Bree and me: "What is going on in here?! I heard you all the way upstairs."
Bree started explaining: "Adam was playing with a ball and Chasey said he was too loud and it hurt his ears. So they started fighting and then Adam threw the ball at Chasey and then Chasey started crying. Then Chasey made Adam angry and then there came a red light out of Adam's eyes!"
She pointed at the burn mark the laser had left on the wall.
Mr. Davenport looked at the burn mark and understood what had happened: "It's okay, Adam. This is a new superpower. I knew this would happen sooner or later."
This calmed Adam down, but I was still crying.
Mr. Davenport sat down against the wall and pulled me onto his lap: "What's wrong, Chase? Did the ball hurt?"
"A little", I admitted "And the noise hurts too! And Adam is mean!"
"What did he do?", mr. Davenport asked.
"He didn't stop making noise! And he said… he said he didn't want me to his brother!", I answered, crying even harder.
Mr. Davenport hugged me tight as he looked at Adam: "Adam, if you make noise Chase's ears start to hurt. It's the start of one of his superpowers. So if he says it hurts, I want you to stop!"
Adam looked at the floor: "I thought he was lying…."
"He wasn't", mr. Davenport said "Now, I want the two of you to fix this right now." He let go of me and slightly pushed me towards Adam.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen", Adam said.
"I'm sorry for calling you stupid", I said.
Adam smiled and hugged me. Suddenly, Bree was hugging us as well.
Everything was back to the way it should be.
That was the first 'fight' we ever had. Back then, it was easy: we did something wrong, mr. Davenport said we were bad and he made us fix our problems and hug it out.
Now, everything was a lot more complicated.
Back then, Adam had made a mistake. But this time, it had been me.
I pulled my jacket of and loosened my tie, still not knowing how to fix this.
"Maybe a small nap will clear my head", I thought out loud as I lied down on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
After a few minutes, I felt some tears on my cheeks while I hadn't even noticed I had started crying.
As I felt my eyelids droop, there's was only one thought on my mind: I don't want to lose my brother…
Author's note: And that's a wrap! I know the 'fight' is a little soft, but there's just little children.
There will be at least one more chapter, probably two. :)
Thanks for reading! :D