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Riker turned away from the door to get a good look at Bree's condition. She was only half conscious, but the main damage seemed to be her back.

Riker knelt down and gently lifted her up, trying to avoid touching the gashes on her back. He carried her to his bed room.

Upon being laid down, Bree began to shake. "R-Roman, please, no," she moaned.

Riker placed a hand on her shoulder, not only to give her a little bit of comfort but to roll her sideways so he could start cleaning up her back. "It's okay Bree, it's just me. Give me a just a little bit to take care of this, and then you can have a nice long sleep, okay?"

"Okay," Bree mumbled.

Riker did his best to wipe away as much good as he could, and then began to clean her wounds. He cringed inside each time he saw Bree flinch after he put the antiseptic on. "Just a little bit longer," he mumbled, pulling some bandages out of the nightstand drawer and dressing her wounds. After he was finished, he gently rolled her back to a more comfortable position.

He could see she was still cold and frightened, her shivers seemed endless. Not wanting to injury or offend her by dressing her, Riker took some blankets and loosely wrapped them around her.

Since her eyes were closed, Riker assumed Bree had fallen asleep. He went to his closet and changed into some sleep clothes himself. He then grabbed his pillow and headed to the door.

"Riker?" Bree croaked.

Riker turned and looked at her. "What?"

"Wh-where are you going?" Bree asked in nothing more than a whispered.

"I'm going to go sleep on the couch. Night," Riker replied, putting a hand on the door handle.

"Please stay," Bree whimpered. "I don't want to be alone,"

Riker sighed. "Bree, you'll be more comfortable here by yourself,"

Bree began to cry. "No, I won't. What if Roman comes back?"

"He won't," Riker told her.

"But what if he does!" Bree cried.

Riker shrugged. "Fine, I'll stay for a while," Riker then laid down on the other side of the bed and put his hands behind his head. "But you need to go to sleep,"

He hated to admit it, but Riker was exhausted himself. So he was pretty relieved when he finally got to close his eyes.

"Riker?" Bree asked, breaking him away from sleep.

"What?" Riker groaned, a bit annoyed.

"Earlier when we talked about heroes and villains, you were so angry. Was it because of your dad?" Bree asked.

This question prompted Riker to open his eyes. "Yes, I am angry because of my dad. Those friends of yours, they took his powers away!"

"But they did it to save his life," Bree reminded him.

"He used to be a great hero! But now he is completely mortal, not an ounce of power to his name!" Riker growled.

"But is that really enough reason to become a villain?" Bree asked hesitantly. "He used to be a hero, and he helped people, but just because he no longer has powers he has to hurt everyone else who still does?"

"Shut up Bree, you don't know what you are talking about," Riker huffed.

"But, it sounds like your father is unnecessarily lashing out because he is angry, or maybe he never really deserved to be a hero or-"

Riker flipped over and pushed Bree down by the shoulders. "I told you to shut up! You do realize that as I said earlier, all heroes either become villains or die at the hands of one! And you've already refused to become one,"

Bree swallowed her tears and decided to bite back. "Go ahead then. Kill me. Your brother has already caused me enough pain, so go ahead and end it!"

For a moment, Riker considered it. But then he let go of her and turned back to his side of the bed. "Go to sleep," Riker told her, facing away from her.

Bree let out a silent sigh of relief and closed her eyes herself.

But within a few minutes she was roughly awoken by a cry from Riker.

Bree opened her eyes to see Chase standing over Riker, plunging a syringe into his arm. Rider's eye widened as he let out a small cry, and then fell unconscious.

"Ch-Chase?" Bree whispered, struggling to sit up.

Chase rushed over to her, a smile on his face. "Hey Bree,"

Bree grinned. "You did it, you found me,"

"Yeah, I did," Chase smirked.

Bree stretched her arms to grab her brother in a hug. "Come on, let's go home,"

"Oh, sorry Bree, but we aren't going home," Chase told her.

Bree looked at him, confused. "Then where are we going?"

"We aren't going anywhere," Chase informed her. "You're staying here. You failed Bree. You got yourself captured and never even bothered to try and escape,"

"I-I did try," Bree whimpered. "But they were just to strong-"

"No Bree. You weren't strong enough," Chase sneered. "Your worthless. And now, your off the team,"

"Wh-what?" Bree echoed, shock written all over her face. "Please, please Chase. I have powers now, remember?"

"And even with both bionics and powers you still failed!" Chase snarled.

"But with more time, I could master them, Chase, please, I'm your sister!" Bree pleaded.

Chase raised his arm slapped her across the face. "No! You were my sister. But now you failed, and this will be your fate,"

"Please don't leave me," Bree cried, holding the side of her face.

"Goodbye," Chase said, walking out of the room.

Too weak to follow him, all Bree could do is curl up on the bed and cry. Within about thirty minutes, what ever drug Chase had given Riker had worn off and Riker slowly pulled himself up.

"Uh," Riker groaned, stretching his arms out. He turned to his right to see Bree lying in his bed, sobbing. "Bree? Whats going on?"

Bree did not reply, she just continued to cry.

Oddly enough, Riker heard what sounded like laughter coming from the other room. Riker stood up and walked to his brother's room, seeing Roman on his couch, laughing.

"What's going on?" Riker asked. He then let out a groan and put a hand to his arm. "And why do I feel so groggy?"

"Oh, sorry about that," Roman smirked. "I needed to make sure you were out while I had my fun,"

"What do you mean by fun," Riker spat. All he could think of was how Bree laid sobbing on his bed.

Roman started to laughed again. "I, I pretended to be Chase and, and I kicked her off the team!"

Rider's eyes widened. "What?! Why would you do that?!"

"Like I said, for fun," Roman chuckled.

"And why do you get some much joy out of tormenting Bree?" Riker asked.

Roman's laughter died out. "Riker, I haven't been completely honest with you. You know how Dad hasn't answered any of your calls lately?"

"You said it was because he was so busy formulating our next move," Riker said slowly.

Roman sighed. "I lied. The truth is, Dad is in critical condition,"

"What? How?!" Riker gasped.

"Bree. She attacked him," Roman growled.

"Why?" Riker asked.

"Who cares," Roman huffed. "She deserves to suffer,"

"Maybe," Riker shrugged. "But if Dad is no longer calling the shots, then who is?"

"Reese," Roman replied quickly. "But it's only temporary," he then bent over and tied his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Riker asked.

"I'm going to visit a special member of the elite force," Roman replied. "And while I'm gone, I suggest you go talk to her,"

"Fine," Riker sighed. "but we both know this won't end well,"

Oh no! What will happen now that Riker knows the truth! Please go ahead and leave a review telling me what you thought of this chapter, and what the future has in store for Bree. I know the end is pretty obvious (its in the title, isn't it?). Anyways, I look forward to hearing from you guys! Thanks ~AzulaTano.