Chapter 17

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      I came down the stairs to head back with Marcus, but quickly hid behind a pillar to avoid getting involved in the scene that was unfolding. I glanced out from behind the pillar and gasped. Leo yanked on the doors that led out of the school, looking terrified and distressed as Marcus got closer to him.
"Help! Somebody!" He cried fearfully. "I'm trapped! Principal Perry?" He looked around and sighed. "Who am I kidding? She's not here. It's five-cent wing night at the Buffalo Barn."
"Looks like its just you and me, Leo." Marcus chuckled in an evil way, and my stomach twisted. "Man, it is fun to mess with you when you can't tell anyone I'm bionic."
Leo knows Marcus is bionic? How long has this been going on? I started to become more and more suspicious of Marcus.
"Yeah, it's a real party over here, too. I should just turn you in."
"Go ahead. Then I'll just expose Adam, Bree, Skai, and Chase's bionics and the government will swoop in and take them away."
"Not if I turn you in first." Before Leo could react, Marcus shot out a beam from his arm and shot an inch away from Leo's head. I kept my gasp silent as fear grew inside of me.
Who really are you, Marcus?
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You are gonna keep your mouth shut. Or next time... I won't miss." He used telekinesis to open the doors before him and walked out, but I knew he was waiting there for me. I looked at Leo, feeling bad that I couldn't step in to help him. Leo pulled out his phone and began talking into the minuscule microphone.
"Voice log, Monday, three-twenty-three p.m. Gathering evidence on subject Marcus. And I will not give up until I prove, once and for all, that Marcus is-" His phone began ringing, and he answered it. "Hello? Oh, hey mom. Yeah, can I call you back? Thanks. All right. I love you too, bye." He turned back on his voice recorder. "That Marcus is evil, and always has been!" Leo exited the building not long after, and once I knew it was safe, I exited the school and walked over to Douglas' car. He gave me a cold stare as I entered the car and sat by Marcus. He leaned over to kiss my cheek, but I stopped him and motioned to his father. He sighed and inched away from me. I smiled sadly and looked at him with sympathetic eyes. The car ride to his house was full of a fake silence from Marcus, and an angry silence from me.
How could you lie to me like that? I thought sadly. You said that you were actually nice, and you cared. From what I've seen, you lied to me.

I was locked back in the cage downstairs and sighed. Douglas looked at me like I was garbage before walking back upstairs and slamming the door. The large bit of metal guarding the basement opened again, to reveal Marcus coming downstairs with a bowl with something red in it. He smiled at me as he set down the bowl and unlocked the cage. The minute I was free, I lunged at him and tackled him to the ground, pinning him down. His expression changed from happy to terrified in only a few seconds.
"Who really are you, Marcus?"
"What do you mean?"
"Back at the school, I saw you harassing Leo. You were threatening him, and you tried to kill him. So I ask you, Marcus: who really are you? You said you cared and that you didn't want to hurt me, but based on what I saw, it seems you have bigger plans, now don't you?"
"Skai, I don't understand... Why would you think that?"
"It's one thing if you mess with me, but when you start messing with the people I care about, it makes me want to rip you to shreds, and-" He pressed his lips against mine for a brief second, then looked at me with sad, brown eyes.
"Skai, please."
"No matter how much you beg and plead, I can't forgive you for this. Why should I trust you?"
"He's trying to expose me as being bionic. He's trying to take you away from me."
"I don't blame him. You're a freak, and you have no ability to care about anyone, do you?" I could tell Marcus was getting angry. He slapped me, knocking me to the ground. He then picked me up and threw me back in the cage. He put the bowl in, then walked away, locking the cage and slamming the door, like his father. I peered into the bowl to see slices of watermelon, my favorite fruit. I sighed.
Who really are you?

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