(Warning!
Mostly to people that enjoy this book for its "loveliness", I am not a fan of happy endings and I might continue on this story. I have ideas but I've never been very good at making full fleshed out books so this short story was a way to stray from the norm. This is an optional chapter meant for people who would enjoy the potential sequel of this short story. ((It would be longer then this, as there is a lot more that happens)) don't put yourself through reading it if you enjoy happy endings! I won't be mad! With that said, onward!)

Fourth Week
I was in bed when I heard it. Markus and my father had left for one of their 'parties', leaving me alone in a bed while I looked for a job. Musicians tended to be... scarce around here. In fact, when the animated voice of the doorway piped up I almost missed it. I had been staring so intently at an ad for a waitress at a coffee shop that the noise had almost gone unnoticed.

"Welcome home, Leo Manfred." The word's were hard to hear from my room all the way upstairs. My brain took a moment to comprehend what had happened, what had been said, before my entire body tensed. Leo? My brother? There was no way he was here. Last time father had spoken of him he had dropped the 'red ice' bomb on all of us. My loving brother was now an avid drug user. That didn't set well with any of us, even Markus had gotten anxious when father spoke of it.

If Leo really was downstairs, well, you could say I was rather screwed. With a leg having to be elevated off the bed from the wound Markus had patched up only a day before I could barely walk. Red ice users also tended to be stronger than most, meaning my super-strength brother would be able to crush me like a light. Not that he hadn't been able to do that before...

So fighting was off of the table. I had no choice in this situation. If I was found, I was dead. My breathing starting to pick up with panic as I slowly close my computer. The small click it made as the two surfaces touched made me wince. Why couldn't they make silent computers?

I slowly pick up the metal slab on my lap and set it to the side. My hands were shaky and unstable as I did so, but they did their jobs. The computer was set down nicely and silently against the covers of the bed. With the computer taken care of my attention quickly went to the lamp. Light could be seen from all the way down the hallway. If my brother was aware of my presence in Detroit he would surely at least glance up the stairs. If he was suspicious he would do more.

So, with as silent a hand as I could manage, I bent my body slowly towards the lamp. The string I was going for hung down just enough for me to see it. Of could the voice activation was only a few inches to the side, but that didn't seem like a good option at the moment. Almost as soon as my fingers were wrapped around the metal string I tugged on it hard. Another clicking sound filled he room before darkness enveloped my father's guest bedroom. This had once been my own, but as he lost hope in my return he transformed this room into something else.

From below me I head the mechanical sliding of the studio door. It was smooth yet far from silent, as my father had made it so. For a moment I send a silent thank you to whatever god was watching. But, what could Leo be doing in the studio? Sure he was a weirdo but he had no interest in painting...

'None of them care about the paintings! All they care about is all the money they will make from them.'

Of course, my father's favorite words. In the month I had been with the two he had thrown those words around like candy. Markus had even repeated them one time, to which I had cackled my head off about. Imagine the looks Markus had given me for that...

A small smile stretched across my lips for a moment. Even miles away Markus made my heart flutter annoyingly. However I couldn't focus on it long as a loud bang filled the air. Whatever my brother was doin downstairs... it was not going to end well. The chances of him stealing my father's paintings were great. I couldn't let that happen. There was no way I could let my father lose money because of this.

I bite my lip before slipping out of bed. My feet land almost silently against the wooden floor, pain shooting from my hurt foot. Markus had gotten onto me for doing just this this morning. 'Stay in bed!' He had shouted from the hallway... stupid android.

I padded along the floor of my room quietly. The socks I wore on my feet helped a lot, and I found myself once again thanking god I had decided to wear them today. When I got to my door I tried to reach out and grab it before it clicked into the wall, only to fail. The loud sound seemed to almost echo in the hallway. Once again, these doors were not supposed to be noiseless.

If Leo hadn't known of my existence before, he did now.

"Hello? Who's here?" A familiar voice called from downstairs. The studio door slid open once more followed by loud clacking sounds of annoying shoes against the hardwood floor. Such a Leo move.

"The better question is why are YOU here." I suddenly call out. Stepping down the hallway a few steps I come to stand under an automatic light. As I had anticipated, the light flickered in followed by all of the yellow burning ones that line the staircase. I had found out about this little feature a few days ago when Markus had snuck me out of my father's room for some ice cream. That had been a good night...

My brother Leo seemed to tense as he looked up at me. His dark clothing and rigid hair was annoyingly stupid on him. It was almost as if he was trying to pull off my father's look. Leo would never be our father. To add to the douche-ness of it all, he had the audacity to smirk up at me. His arms crossed soon after.

"Oh, my dear sister. I must say it is a surprise to see you here. After all, how long has it been since you left us? Ten, fifteen years? How did college treat you?" My brother seemed to chuckle at me. I take a step towards him, then another and another as I descend the stairs. The pains shot up by foot like bullets but my face was as cold as steel. Leo would not see the pain in my eyes. He didn't deserve as much.

I stopped a few steps from the bottom, my arms crossing in a fashion similar to his. To take the pain away from my foot I lean to one side. It added more sassiness to the stance and helped me not shake in pain. The most important thing to do in this situation was stay calm and show my brother I was not scared, or in pain, or vulnerable in any way. Even if pain was shooting up my leg, panic taking my breath away, sadness stirring in my chest, I couldn't let him see that.

"Well obviously it treated me better than it did you. You reek of drugs." I lie, my eyebrow raising as I watch his reaction. A small twitch of the brow was the only evidence of annoyance. Well, that was until my brother was lunging at me.

"How dare you! Liar! Liar! I do not smell like drugs I don't even do them! Now anymore!" His anger filled words fill the air as his hands wrap around my throat. He easily lifts my smaller body off the ground and pulls it close enough to his face to smell his breath. It seemed to be tinted red, and the smell was similar to the smell of Markus' blood.

Shock shook me for a moment before I regained myself, lifting a foot and kicking my brother where the sun don't shine. Quickly I was dropped to the floor. My head hit the edge of the carpeted floor and quickly began to pound, curse words following the pain as I grip my head.

Faintly I hear the word 'bitch' leave my brother's mouth before an elbow connected with my cheek.

Vision blurred, and then began to black out. Small black spots dance across the disappearing world, slowly growing and combining until the world was nothing more than a black blob.

~

I awoke to the opening of the studio door. As my brother had - lovingly - leaned me against it, I had fallen back as soon as the doors separated. My already damaged head slammed against the floor with a bang.

"Shit..." I groan, my eyes fluttering open as I look up. The first thing I see is the concerned figure of Markus bending beside me. His hand comes down to cradle the back of my head as he lifts it up.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay? Hey, look at me. Are you okay?" My form is straightened up, my cheeks grasped onto as Markus scans me. Frankly I didn't even understand what was happening. My head hurt like a bitch and the pain in my foot was non-stop at this point.

"Urg... Five more minutes..." I mutter before closing my eyes once more.

"(Y/N)!" My father was the next beside me, his gaze flickering over me for a mere second before rising to someone behind me. "Leo..."

The name sparked something inside of me. It was like floodgates opened. My eyes flew open as I gripped onto Markus tightly. His eyes were still scanning me, their green color meeting my own as he feels me tense.

"Markus! I-it's Leo! Leo's here!"

"(Y/N) shush, okay? Calm down. I'm not sure if your hurt or not but brains are not to be messed with. Calm down." Markus mutters, turning to look at who I presume to be none other than Leo. The man of the hour apparently. "We know... stay here alright? I need to go take care of this."

"No! Markus no, he's high! He could hurt you." I find myself begging, my hold on his arms tightening as I gaze as the profile of his head. I knew this would end badly. There was a feeling deep in my heart. This was not going to be a good night.

Markus didn't seem to pick up on the same things. He offered me little more than an apologetic smile before pulling away. The hold I had on him wasn't even close to enough to hold him. He was an Android, after all.

"What shall I do, Carl?"

"Get him out of here! Don't let him take my paintings!" My father's voice was harsh, yet so out of context from my memory I was sure I had missed something. I grip onto the edge of the door as I slowly stand to my feet.

Standing straight did not seem like a good move. Markus had been right, I should have stayed still. As soon as my feet were touching the floor my head began to spin. The environment around me wobbled and wibbled around like a worm. Markus blurred out of existence and back in a few times. Audio seemed to snip in an out, little words here and there being caught and forgotten.

"Out!"

"Why-"

"Pai-"

"Kill!"

"Don't!"

Suddenly the worm seemed to stop in it's tracks as my father's hand gripped mine. After a blink here and there I become aware of a horrible scene in front of me.

"Leo!" My father shouts, his voice hoarse and cracked as he grips me tightly. The pressure of my father's hand leaves my skin as he jumps out of his chair. Knees his concrete before my father determined father crawls towards his only son, muttering 'my boy' and 'my baby' over and over again.

"Carl I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"You have to go Markus!" My father's words were shouted harshly, and I could see the affect they had on Markus himself. He seemed to freeze, true hurt flashing across his face where emotions and barely slipped through before.

Markus was different.

It was obvious even in the way he moved. His stance was anxious, weak almost. Fear seemed to surround him like an aura. Like a human's would.

I had heard stories of androids like him. Androids they went against what their master's said and did as they wish. Deviants they were called. Deviants... they were killed.

"Markus he's right you have to go!" I suddenly find myself shouting, running to Markus and grabbing his arm. At this moment my panic and pain for myself had dissipated. Instead worry for Markus had taken it's place.

"(Y/N) I-"

"Please Markus." I whisper, reaching up. I cup his cheek and stare into his green eyes. "This will get better okay? Just... hold on just a little while longer."

Markus' eyes widen as he turns, gripping onto me. His eyes seem to swell with emotion before tears leak down his cheeks. "S-sing... please sing one more time. That song you sang for Carl. Please. I don't want to leave... just sing one more time."

I sniffle and rub Markus' cheek once. Tears began to pour down my cheeks as well as I shake my head. The sounds of doors being broken down fill the air as we have our little staring contest. Green eyes against (E/C) ones.

"Hold on, just a little while longer.
Hold on, just a little while longer.
Hold on, just a little while longer.
Everything will be alright."

Markus looks up at the police, grabbing me and turning so his back faced them. His forehead rests against my own as his eyes close. He knew all to well what was to happen. Yet from the look in his eyes I knew he didn't want me to stop.

Cops shouted at Markus, ordering him to let me go. They ordered him to raise his hands. To surrender. But, as he always did, Markus stood his ground.

A shot rang out in the studio. It bounced off the walls and reverberated throughout it. Markus' seemed to cry even more as blue blood suddenly sputtered down his chin. It dripped off of him and onto my shirt, staining the white material a royal blue. Staining it with Markus' blood.

"Everything will be alright."

I whisper softly, closing my eyes as Markus suddenly drops to the floor. His arms fall from around me as he does. I couldn't bring myself to watch it, but I heard the clatter of plastic and metal against the floor. I heard my father's screams and my own sobs.

I had been right.

This had not been a good night.

(AND SCENE! That's it folks! To those of you who read this I hoped you enjoyed! I'm sorry for the sudden death and sorrow in the story but it was needed. Life isn't rainbows and lollipops!)

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