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A/N: Thanks to JuliaJulz, Guest and AngelGoneDevil69 for their reviews! :D I love them! I am so happy to see people liking what I wrote.

(*purplecharmed200 here is the thing I promised you.:)

fyi here is my reaction meeting Marcus in this situation.

btw Thanks to AngelGoneDevil69 I will be extending this story more. :) Also will be writing a Chase centered story soon thanks to JuliaJulz's suggestion. I would like to thank again purplecharmed200 for giving me the idea of this story.:) Also thanks to poeple reading, following and favoriting my story.:) I apperciate it so much! Thanks to people that actually read this note. XD

Normally when people hear noises outside they assume to be a wild animal, the next door neighbor's cat or something not that significant. What Taylor saw outside her house was none of the above.

The boy in front of her house...one word: CUTE! She didn't know whether she should be screaming that he is looks dead or from how adorable he looks.

The worry that he might be dying overtook her so she pushed back her glasses and tries to carry the body inside checking the pulse. Weak but steady.

She did not need attention drawn to herself and she did not want the poor kid freezing. She dragged him inside herself. Sure it is a bit creepy but she only cared about the cute boy's health at the moment. She can freak out later.

After some effort she dragged him by putting her arms under his shoulders into her living room and gently tied him up. She did not know who and what he is so she needed to be careful.

She notices how pale and flawless his face despite him being a stranger...no Taylor focus!

Shaking her head, she clutches her phone in one hand so she can check his injuries. The hospital would need to know what happened to him.

She notices the bullet wound for the first time. She managed to see the large dark smudge in navy blue jacket

Oh no...

Dropping her phone on the floor, she then grabs a first aid kit as well as some towels. She covers his wound with a towel firmly to stop blood from coming out.

She decides to search his name too for that might come in handy as well.

She searches his pockets for ID. Nothing except wrappers. She takes of his backpack and noticed he might need some heat.

She really needed to call 911 now. She grabs her phone from the floor and starts to dial as she gets up and takes his torn jacket out. She needed to see how serious the wound was. She is quite surprised that the blood isn't well blood. Blinking she pauses in calling the ambulance for a moment. She could see it tore through his shirt and near his chest. Oh... she is probably setting next to a soon to be dead body.

She falls to floor.

Donald Davenport wakes up to see himself chained and lying near in some sort of dungeon. Wincing in pain, he gets upright trying to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

"Oh great. You are awake finally." Says an annoyed but grunting person. Wait a minute...

"Douglas?!" Donald cries out in shock now fully awake. "What on earth did you do?!"

"You are going to be more specific than that, Donnie. I did a lot of things." Douglas answers rolling his eyes.

"Why are we in here?!" Donald cries out in panic. "Why are they hunting my kids?!" What did his brother get them into now?

Douglas glares at him, as he yells back, "They are actually MY kids, Donald. I made them!"

"I raised them since they were toddlers!" Donald retorts back.

"You took them from me!"

"You were going to use them as mindless, bionic soldiers! They are kids for heaven's sake! Human beings-"

"Weapons that would have made me a lot of money! I lost that thanks to you!"

At that Donald shuts up as he tries to calm down. His brother has changed so much. Was he always like this?Has he lost his mind to fall this hard into insanity. How come he did not notice? Maybe...maybe because he is like him in some way? That he did not notice because he is as sick as he is?

No. No he isn't. His family is proof of that. They wouldn't still be with him if they thought he is like Douglas. Probably the thought of power and money corrupted him. They were born in a small town in a poor but nice family. They had to work hard to get to their money. Sure he became fanatic about getting more money but he wanted to help others. He dreamed of being a superhero and saving humanity.

He wanted to help. Since he didn't have any superpowers he could use his intelligence instead for to help. It would be selfish of him to waste his intelligence for things that would make only him happy. He is fortunate he sticked to his morals like his mother taught him. He would have missed out on a beautiful wife and four amazing kids. His kids...

He shakes his head to try to clear his mind. He needed to get out of here.

"Alright what do these guys want to do with my kids?" He finally asks him.

"Apparently we will be having a family meeting very soon." He replies not so helpfully.

"Douglas!" Donald growls at him. His anger of his family being threatened consumed him. He didn't want any joking around when his family is in danger.

"Fine. Apparently they want to...how do you say this delicately...exterminate them?"

Donald blinks rapidly trying hard not to faint.

"What.."he says faintly. This could not be happening...

"Are you deaf now? I said they are planning to kill them."

"What!?" Donald cries out.

"I know. Years of hard work down the drain-" Douglas sighs.

"They are human beings, Douglas!" Donald barks at him.

"Hey boys." Someone interrupts them.

A figure comes towards them in high heels and turns on the light.

With the light, Donald blinks and sees first his brother wounded and with bruises, in bloodied clothes, split lips etc. For some reason that added to his fury. Sure he is a sick person but he is still his brother. His little brother.

He turns to see the dark colored room, empty except for an air vent. He needed to form an escape plan.

He finally sees the woman walk up to him. He blinks in surprise. His jaw drops in surprise and his eyes widen.

"Beatrice!? Beatrice Quinn?!"

"Aww how sweet Donald you remember me." She smiles down at him.

"You are doing this?! These kids are yours-" Donald cries out in anger and surprise.

"They are experiments and a nuisance." Beatrice rolls her eyes at him.

Donald blinks at her as he narrows his eyes. "How can you say that?! You are their mother!" They are human-"

"They are just experiments, Donald. Test subjects. Normal people do not possess such powers."She chuckles at him in amusement.

"Really, you have become quite sentimental to these creatures. In science, there is no room for feelings. Only facts. Fact: They have become too...rebellious. I can't have incorporate subjects. Fact: They are not very mature so they are inadequate. Fact: They are imperfect and flawed. I would need to start over. Fact: They will cause problems if I let them live. I can't afford obstacles.

Donald's jaw drops for the second time as he feels his blood boiling with rage.

Gritting his teeth he flashes angry eyes at the woman. "They are still human beings! They are meant to have emotions. Human are imperfect as well! We make mistakes-"

"I meant they don't work properly. They glitch due to their emotional aspects. We can start over and get rid of that factor. They are better off without it." She replies coolly.

Donald blinks at him, "Congrats Douglas. You managed to find a person even more sick than you are."

Beatrice smiles at him, a smile that did not reach her eyes.

"Geniuses are often confused as insane people. Take Albert Einstein. His own mother thought he was insane."

The door opens as a man enters the room."Ma'am. We have located their house and are searching for the four kids now."

"Excellent. I will leave you boys to sort out your differences." She walks confidently out of the room and closes the door leaving two pissed off fathers. One upset about his family the other upset about the time and money going to waste

btw: so sorry to people that are named Beatrice. So what do you think of Beatrice? I am a Harley Quinn fan. No offense to anyone.

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