Sorry this chapter is kind of short. But a couple of important things happen in this chapter! Enjoy

Douglas' POV:

Teenagers… BIONIC teenagers no less. Why do kids always ask questions and mess with your… STUFF! Keeping Marcus away from a normal life is like having Niagara Falls fall backwards, it's impossible.

Why did my brother have to be perfect at everything? You know what? I think he was jealous of me. I was getting too good and I knew that he would push me down if I grew stronger than him.

No, I'm not jealous of Donny if that's what you're thinking. Even though he has more money, he's happier, and more praised than me… Well… maybe I am just a little bit jealous of him. (Don't ever tell him I said that)

Flashback…

"Donny! Guess what? I have enough power to create bionic soldiers! Wouldn't it be cool to have an army full of them and to have them do exactly what you say?" Douglas asked.

"Douglas, no! That's horrible! These bionic people should be saving the world, not attacking it. They should be superheroes. They should be able to think for themselves and help save the world at the same time," Donald explained.

"But, Donny, come on! We have an opportunity here and we can't blow it! I want you to be proud of me, but then again I want you to know that I'm a good scientist too and I know what I'm doing," Douglas replied.

"No, Douglas. It's final. No bionic soldiers," Donald said.

-End of flashback-

Maybe I had let my brother down. What am I saying!? I need to be drained from my emotions (if only it was that easy for me to do to myself) I am a smarter, more intelligent, and more handsomer then my brother ever was/is! I have to move on.

Marcus' POV:

I hung around Bree today. She's been really open with me. It's good for Douglas, but I also think it's an advantage for me. When we were getting ice cream, I looked at her and she was beautiful.

What am I even saying!? Douglas definitely needs to drain my emotions. I've never felt this way before. What was happening to me? Maybe I should ask Douglas… But Douglas would just drain this emotion before I even learned what it was. Maybe I should ask Chase… he is the smartest guy alive (He doesn't know I know that). You know what? That's what I'm going to do.

As we got ice cream, I noticed Chase had just got there. "I'll be right back, Bree. I have to talk to your brother about something," I said kind of in a rush. "Oh sure, I'll order for you. Just meet me back at our table," Bree replied.

I ran over to Chase. "Hey, can I talk to you?" I asked. "Sure, is there a problem?" He asked. "Kind of, I wanted to ask you about this… thing that I can't really explain. But it makes me feel weird," I replied. I hope I explained it enough for him to help me.

"What kind of… thing? Like what are you feeling?" He asked. "Well I don't know. It only happens when I'm with Bree. My heart starts to beat faster, I get nervous around her, I think she's pretty," I start. One by one I started naming everything that happens when I'm around Bree. Did she have this virus or disease on her?

Chase waited until I was finished, "Uh. I have a diagnosis." I looked at him waiting for a response. What could it be? Was I sick? Would Douglas have to cure me? Was I going to die? (Technically robots can't die but with this unknown disease you never know!)

"You're in love with Bree," He replied with a smile.