Author's Note: Well, hullo KAB. Enjoyed my series, bitch? I'd hate for you to waste your time, since they're so bad. Besides, do you have to read our fics if they're so bad? But yeah, our challenge is on, so hurray! And guys, I know the figure is cliché, but ohh who he is...the italics of last chapter are very useful. Enjoy and review!
Adam was terrified. He and Chase were being led blindly -well, he was, Chase was piggybacking on the Nightstriders' sight- to wherever the villainous hideout of the Nightstriders was. Probably not our best plan, but it wasn't my plan. It came from master strategist over there. Why is it whenever he shows up, bad things happen? Adam forced the thought away, doubting each other wouldn't help.
"We're here," The guide opened the door, and shoved them in. Adam's blindfold fell off, but minus three small bulbs on the ceiling, there was no light. But laughter, there was laughter coming from right in front of them.
"Oh, Chase, glad to see you're back home, and nice job on finding me. Adam, oh boy, I missed you. Remember trying to kill me, the good old days?" The voice chuckled like a sociopath enjoying his victims' pain and torment.
"Where is our family? Why them?" Adam took an aggressive step forward, but Chase held him back. "Adam, don't try to fight him. I doubt we could win working together." Chase was speaking softly but firmly, and Adam had to stop in his attempt. Sociopath, as dubbed by Adam, gave off a round of sincere laughter. Then zapped Chase with a bolt of lightning that sent him into a wall, and he didn't rise. Adam fired up his heat vision, but Sociopath just laughed his signature laugh.
"Where is my family, and what was that for?" Sociopath smirked, an I-know-more-than-you smirk. Adam couldn't see it, but he could sense it.
"I have a grudge against your family. Now, as for your other question...safe and unharmed. To keep them this way, I ask for a few simple things: You bring me a a hundred million dollars, break into the Pentagon and steal some defense plans, and assassinate the President of the U.S. You should write this down, Adam, it'd be a shame if you forgot a task."
"What? You want us to commit an assassination? On the President of the United States? No way!" Adam protested. He sensed a change in the mans' demeanor, no more creepy chuckles, just steely cold hatred.
"You tried to kill me before, so you can't have too much of a problem with it, and you will try save your precious family, one of whom betrayed you. You're the eldest, Adam, shouldn't you be there for them? You weren't there for your little traitor, and that's why they went bad." Adam felt as if he'd been beaten. He was the eldest, he was supposed to be there and protect his siblings. He'd failed in his duties. But I won't fail these. He launched a blast of...Chase probably knows the answer, I don't... from his eyes. A blue force field, in the shape of a shield, sprang up in front of Sociopath, and Adam's eyes widened. Bionic, definitely.
"Can't beat me, never could, not before, not today." Sociopath bedeviled him. Adam glared at him, struggling to think of a response.
"Why an assassination, of all things? Why not an abduction for a ransom or something?" Not saying I like that sort of thing, but it's better than murder. Sociopath smirked again, Adam could sense it.
"You never were the brightest bulb. America is the only military power that worries me, and I need it distracted. So make it look like a terrorist did it, or I swear I will force your sister to commit crimes caught on camera, and then force her to walk into a police station. That would get her in jail for life, by the way." Adam let out a bout of nervous laughter.
"Good luck getting Bree to do any of that,"
"I may have had more luck than you think. Bree!" In a flash, literally, his sister appeared, her eyes hard and cold and green. Green? Is she part Martian? The humor couldn't force back his feelings, and he called out to her.
"Bree! C'mon, beat him up or something! Help me free the rest of our family!" Her lack of response froze something inside of him. Sounding slightly childlike, he called out to her, softer this time, "Bree?" She narrowed her cold, electric-green eyes. Sociopath held out his hand, and she took it. Adam shook his head, No, no, Bree wouldn't do that. Green eyes...Chase could explain it. He flashed a guilty glance at him, glad to see the color returning to his face. Then his attention snapped to Sociopath and...and Not-Bree.
"Why are her eyes green?" He asked dumbly, earning -unsurprisingly- another smirk, this one full of disdain. This guy hates us. A lot.
"When she joined me, I gave her enhanced vision. Your sister can now see halfway around the world." Sociopath spoke as if that were nothing and Adam should've known it.
"That isn't my sister, that's...a clone or robot or whatever you call your freaky look-a-likes!" Both Bree and Sociopath laughed, but then the worst thing of all happened: Bree spoke.
"Adam, this is me. You and Leo...never appreciated me. I was the unwanted sister. Make it up to the rest of your family by doing something right for a change, but I'm done with this lack of appreciation."
"Bree, they're our family-"
"They're decent people. Not my family." Hearing his sisters' harsh words made Adam want to cry. But he didn't, he was tired of being weak and failing people. So badly did he want to reason with her, turn her back to who he knew her as, but he couldn't. Words weren't his gift. He stared at them both, eyes hard as Bree's,
"We'll do your little tasks, but afterwards, I swear to you, we will hunt you down and kill you." Both of them laughed, and Sociopath waved him off.
"Give it your best shot, tiger," Sociopath laughed, throwing an arm over Bree's shoulder, inflaming Adam's blood and igniting his rage. I will kill you, I swear, no matter what I lose.
Author's Note: Sociopath was lying, and I dropped hints about his identity. And green eyes...what does that sound like? Season 3, people, first episode.