Holy cow guys, I am so so so so so so so so so so so sorry. I had absolutely no clue that happened. My computer is so weird sometimes. Anyways, here's the actual Chapter 2 and thank you Maeph93 for translating it in the reviews. I know its a little late now, but as I said, my computer is weird and I couldn't log in or find the story. So, summary of my other author's note:
Bree is oblivious and in a twisted eutopia. Chase blames himself (but there's more in the next chapter when he *shh* lies to Owen). My strange rantings about Harry Potter and evil giggling. And also a warning about spoilers of Three Minus Bree, which all of you should've seen already, 'cuz it was awesome and the next one is awesome too, although I had no clue about the other guy when I started this, so he'll appear later.
"Lost your memory?" Chase asked.
She replied innocently, "I can't remember anything. So, who are you? All Mr. Shortie-pants told me is that he's an 'awesome inventor'."
Chase answered, "I'm Chase."
"Okay, what are you like, Chase?"
"Uh, you call me egotistical all the time, weak, short, unable to defend myself-"
"Not physically. Personality. And how exactly do I know you?"
"Again, I'll say I have an ego. I was raised as your brother." Bree's eyebrows shot up. "However, we're not biologically related. Random sets of human DNA were taken and we were created in petri dishes.
"Where am I?" She asked.
He replied, "This is the lab. We were raised here, well, in a different lab, but it was blown up and this was built on top of it." Mr. Davenport came in.
Mr. Davenport asked, "How are you feeling, Bree?"
"A little overwhelmed. This guy here says he's my brother, but we're not actually related. Are we like, adopted or something?"
"Or something," Mr. Davenport and Chase replied at the same time.
"Its weird. Especially since we can do really cool stuff. For example, you can run faster than anything in the world and mimic almost any sounds."
"Like a ventriloquist without a dummy?"
"That's what you originally said!"
Mr. Davenport cut in, "Chase, stop messing around. You don't have super cool powers, Bree. He's just messing with you. Chase, I need to talk to you, now." Mr. Davenport had pulled him to the side. "Chase, Bree can't know about her bionics. If she knows, she'll be tempted to use them, and if she uses them, she could die."
"Die?" Chase choked.
"You know how she destroyed her chip a little while ago?" Chase nodded. "Well, if she uses her bionics without know how to properly use them, for example super speeding into a wall, then the chip could spark and electrify her bionic structure. The spark could probably fry her brain because the chip is at the base of her medulla."
"I wont tell her. Until she gets her memory back though-"
"You know, you two stink at being quiet. I wont use these bionics or whatever it is. I don't even know what they are. So, are you bionic too, or am I the only one?" Bree yelled from across the room.
Adam, Bree, Chase, and Leo were all sitting on the couch in the living room. The adults were at a fancy dinner and the boys had to watch Bree. "So, what do we normally do for-" Suddenly the door burst open and Bree's question was interrupted.
"Bree! I heard you got hurt! OMG! Are you okay? Are they annoying you? This was the first time I've been able to get past the gate! You haven't been answering my texts!" A girl was hugging Bree while screaming this.
"Who are you?" Bree asked. The girl pulled back.
She replied, "Its me. Caitlin? You're best friend. Wow, I mean, I knew my haircut made me look a little different but I didn't think you wouldn't recognize me at all." Caitlin's hair came down to about her shoulders. Chase tapped Caitlin on the shoulder. "What Nerd?" Chase was taken back by her aggressiveness.
He responded, "Bree's lost her memory, Caitlin."
"What!" Caitlin screeched.
"Yeah, and I am getting headaches very easily, so if you don't mind, tone it down a little." Bree ordered. Caitlin nodded feverishly. "Now have a seat and tell me about yourself."
"Well, my therapist says I'm bipolar, and so do your brothers, but I don't believe them. My ex-boyfriend says I'm crazy but you say I'm a good kind of crazy.. Sometimes, I'm a little obsessive and controlling-"
"Sometimes?" Leo asked. "Try all the time. We did a DOMINO COMPETITION and she tried to break your hand because we decided to form our own team." Bree laughed.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyways, we have loogie contests all the time and you win, reigning champ throughout everyone you've ever met. Why are you laughing, Bree?"
"Are you like my best friend or something?" She asked.
"Yes," Everyone in the room responded. Another person knocked on the door and Leo answered it. A tall-ish boy who was thin with dark hair and pale skin walked in. He was wearing a checkered yellow and black button down shirt with a gray t-shirt under it and jeans.
He smiled brightly. "Hi Bree. I made you a get well card. At school everyone's missed you. Its almost like your fifteen minutes of fame have arrived." He handed her a card in an envelope.
Bree immediately stated, "Andy Warhol." The boy beamed.
"I knew you had to know something about art!" He exclaimed, loudly. Bree covered her ears.
"I know normal knowledge, like math and some quotes and stuff, but I've lost my memory. Uh... this is really embarrassing to ask, but who are you?" The boy's face fell in realization.
"You mean you can't remember anyone?" He asked.
"Nope."
"Well, you just need to learn it all again. I'm Owen." He stated. She opened the envelope. It had beautiful drawings all over it. Most of it was in gray, black, and white, but some parts had bits of color. Bree was amazed.
Bree asked, "You made this? Its amazing!"
He replied, "I'm glad you like it Bree." Leo picked up the card from Bree.
"Wow Owen! This is actually good. You're getting better." He commented.
"Ha ha ha, very funny, Leo." Owen stated sarcastically.
Bree whispered, "He gets on your nerves too? I thought it was just me." The room erupted into laughter except for a red Leo and a confused Bree.
Owen suddenly had an idea. "Hey, maybe you can try to remember by sketching! Art is a way of finding one's self!"
"But the same man also said it is a way of losing yourself. Thomas Merton." Bree stated. Owen was completely shocked.
"Okay, you know a lot of quotes."
"And don't we have art so we don't die of the truth, meaning that art is false and if I were to start drawing, then it would theoretically be false?" Owen was completely surprised, as was everyone else.
Chase broke the silence. "I did not know you were that good at interpreting stuff. Now I understand why you can understand Owen."
"Hey!" Owen exclaimed softly.
Caitlin piped up, "Maybe Owen should tell you about himself. It might help jog your memory." Bree nodded.
"First, I want to know how I know you. It's a lot easier than asking about someone and not having a place to put them in." Bree told him.
"We're dating. Well, its probably confusing since you have no clue who I am or anything. In your word I speak 'art'." Bree laughed. "Uh... I really like art, quite obviously. Actually, we've never had a real conversation about art, really just me telling you about things and you listening. I like being confusing. You call me 'tortured' quite a lot, and all your siblings think I'm strange, except Adam. Adam gets me, but can't understand me." Bree's phone and Owen's phone got messages.
"You're decorating for the dance. Get your butt over to the school Glow Stick. No space cowboys. Under the Sea. Emo Sabe is helping you. Don't care if you're dead, get moving." Bree read out loud.
"Get to the school now, Emo Sabe, and help Glow Stick with the dance. Theme is NOT space cowboys. It is Under the Sea." Owen read out loud.
"Who's Glow Stick and Emo Sabe?" Bree asked.
Leo replied, "They would be Principal Perry's nicknames for you and Owen."
"And what dance?" Bree asked.
"I'll help you out. Eddy, you're in charge!" Chase yelled.
Owen was over by the door when he suddenly said, "I see fish- no! Mermaids!"
Bree mimicked, "I see sharks- no! Neptune's palace!" She was just fooling around, but Owen's face was really happy.
"Bree, you are brilliant!" He kissed her on the forehead and ran out the open door.
"I was just fooling around..." She said.
"He's like that," Everyone replied.
Chase imitated, "'When ya' gotta sculpt, ya' gotta sculpt. Did that sound a little weird?'"
"Yeah. But coming from my little brother, its cute." She ruffled his hair a little and then walked out.
Again, I am so sorry about the problem with the other posting of the chapter. I cannot believe that happened. I really hope this one doesn't turn out like that one. Hopefully all your other questions will be answered in this chapter.