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Chapter 1

(Being forewarned, this could be graphic.....and definitely not Disney rated.)
Bree PoV

Prologue
All I ever wanted was a normal teenage life I didn't ask for bionics, and I didn't ask to become part of the three musketeers. Unfortunately, it wasn't my decision, so now, I go on life threatening missions that cut in my normal teenage life. Or as normal as life can get.
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I was resting in my capsule, when my two brothers came stampeding in, and began banging on the doors to my capsule.

I sigh, and opened my eyes. No one. That's weird. I opened my door, and by that time it was too late. A bucket of expired, chunky milk and orange juice combined fell on my head.

"Adam!" I yelled, furiously. Chase was too smart to pull an amateur prank like this one.

He came in laughing hysterically, pointing at my disgusting, everything. Clothes, hair, and all.

I glared, but stormed out, passing Chase on the way.

"I would have warned you," he said, "but then it'd ruin the prank."

"Why do you guys do this! You know, everyday. Something different in a different part of the house falls on my head and Tasha and Davenport don't do anything about it!" I groaned. I had had enough of their constant pranks. It's not even like it's different. It's the same one every time. "It's like you're begging for me to punch you or something."

"You wouldn't."

"Trust me, I will."

"Im-"

"Save it," I snapped. "I hate both of you! Why can't I just live like a normal person?"

"I'm pretty sure-"

"Shut it!"

Chase looked at me with clear hurt in his eyes. We have the strongest bond, and whenever I see that look in his eyes, it makes me feel horrible. Instead of apologizing, I turned away. Things certainly escalated quickly.

At that moment, a beeping sound came from my phone, and a big blaring message said: MISSION ALERT.

I will never be normal. I dragged myself to the Lab, where Davenport was gathering us.

"There's a masked man in a parking garage underneath Mission Creek Mall, armed. He claims to be looking for hostages, and he's on the radar of the police."

"This guy has faced prison about twenty times in the past year and a half and managed to escape every time." Leo continued.

"Whats the deal? I mean we've faced criminals like this before," Chase reminded.

"Not like this. Apparently he came from Central City. According to his biography he was in the city at the time the particle accelerator went wrong. He's what they call a metahuman. We aren't sure of his abilities, so be careful."

"Central City?" Chase asked. "Isnt that from comic books and TV shows?"

"True, but it's a real place."

"Can't the flash handle it?" Adam asked, chomping on jolly ranchers. "I mean since metahumans exist, he does too, right?"

"Adam, you know that's not good for your teeth right?" I asked.  "And how do you know about this?"

"I'm not stupid."

We all looked at him, but he already lost focus.

"Just suit up!"

Time lapse to the mission site

"I AM SILVER SCREAMER AND YOU SHOULD ALL FEAR ME!" He yelled.