Alone at the house, the sleeping male technopath was resting on the couch. Well, he wasn't actually asleep. He had woken up about three minutes ago. Right now he was just laying there. His throat wasn't in pain anymore either. That vision is what was bugging him. He knew the basics. People were causing trouble and Mech X4 had to stop it. But, how come there was another robot? Why was there a girl running to hide? Who caused the fight in the first place? If he knew, that would make things a lot easier.
  As his mind crammed thought after thought in curiosity of what led up to that battle in his vision, two people walked through the front door. The taller one hung up his jacket while his shorter companion went deeper into the house. He ended up in the kitchen, which was right by the living room. Looking to his right, he saw that somebody was on the couch. And since he knew Ms. Walker had to work today, he had a pretty good guess as to who it was.
  The varsity captain caught up with the jokester. Botb of them gave each other a glance before walking over to the couch. The adopted child was covered from head to toe by a single blanket. He wasn't as drained compared to earlier, but didn't have a full tank of energy ready to boost him up for the rest of the day. The fifteen year old saw one of his best friends and older brother approach him. He slowly smiled a little.

"Hey," Mark greeted, "what's up?"

"You feeling any better buddy?" Spyder asked.

The pilot nodded a bit.

"Yeah I guess. I didn't puke in last hour so that's good," he replied. The looks on their faces had him puzzled and worried, "is everything ok? What's going on?"

Spyder chilled on the couch while Mark stayed standing.

"There's something we have to tell you." He said.

"Okay...?" Ryan responded in confusion.

Mark tapped his foot in anticipation.

"Well," he spoke, "get on with it Spyder."

The detention record holder's mouth dropped as he sprung up from the couch. He walked over to the jock.

"I thought we were going to the robot for this. And why do I gotta tell him?" Spyder whispered.

"It's better if we do it here. And I didn't say I was doing it," Mark refused, "I already did this before."

"You're his brother." Spyder retaliated.

"You're his best friend." Mark shot back.

"You're older." Spyder retorted.

"You're...shorter." Mark attempted at a comeback.

"You're taller." Spyder riposted.

"You're the crazy one. Drop the crazy bomb!" Mark argued.

"You're the legendary MARK WALKER, what? Are you too chicken to tell him?" Spyder challenged.

"You know I can hear you right?" Ryan inquired, "you guys are terrible at whispering."

Both boys looked back at the young man before equally sighing.

"Fine," Mark reluctantly geared up for this. He took his turn at sitting down on the couch while Spyder remained standing. Ryan sat up, "your powers did something to you."

The younger Walker brother raised an eyebrow.

"Did what?" Ry quizzed.

"Well," Mark began to explain, "it...kind of, changed you. You're not how you were before. It's like uh, X-Men."

"Yeah X-Men," Spyder tried to help, "like Wolverine and how the experiments made him have those metal claws come from his hands and-"

"I know about that," Ryan was aware of, "guys, don't skirt around this. What's up?"

Mark was hesitant. This was not something you randomly mention and then never go back to.

"Your body is going through something," he stated, "actually a lot of things. And...you might not understand why. It's a natural thing you'll have to adjust to. And you know, life makes things a little crazy. Just know that in the end, you'll be okay and that in the long run, it was worth dealing with."

Both fifteen year old boys became disturbed. One was horrified as the other's eyes were like round watermelons. The older teenager looked between the two of them.

"What?" Mark asked.

The freshman duo blinked at him, which made the MVP understand their reactions.

"Oh! No, that's not what I meant." Mark reassured them.

"What did you mean?" Ryan queried, trying to not to picture that kind of talk resurfacing.

The sixteen year old sighed. He looked over at Spyder.

"Get the knife." Mark ordered.

The weapons specialist did as he was told. An incredulous, fearful expression reached the youngest of the Walker household's face. He moved away from his older sibling.

"Why do you need a knife?" Ryan questioned.

The daredevil handed the kitchen utensil over to the mechanic. Ryan gripped the side of the couch, scared.

"Dude I'm not gonna hurt you," Mark relaxed him, "come here."

The fifteen year old had his hand moving towards his pocket. That's where his phone was.

"Dude, I'm not Freddy. Get over here." Mark ordered.

"Put the knife down and then I'll come." Ryan replied.

The older Walker brother rolled his eyes, but did so anyway. That put the fifteen year old at ease. He slid over to his family member.

"What'd you think I was gonna do?" Mark inquired.

"Who knows what anyone's gonna do with a knife?" Ryan returned in question.

"True." Mark agreed.

"Hello," Spyder grabbed their attention, "get on with it."

Ryan looked back at Mark, who nodded. He picked the knife up again and gripped his brother's wrist. The pilot had a little bit of fear trying to rise back up, but he shoved it down. Being careful, the sixteen year old cut his sibling a little in the hand. It stung, not being close to unbearable. That's when Ryan stared at what was coming out. And let's just say, it was a relief his eyeballs didn't pop out of his head. The room was quiet for a few more seconds before one of them spoke.

"Wh-What is that?" Ry questioned in shock.

"Your blood." Spyder told him.

His best friend shook his head.

"No blood is red," he replied, "blood isn't blue unless you're some kind of sea creature...wait! I'm part fish?!"

"No you're not part fish," Mark knocked that theory away, "you're....you're a mutant."

The child slowly looked back down at his hand. The dripping of his contents didn't faze him as much as what he was just informed. He swallowed a little. Before he could ask any questions, his pal started to help him understand.

"After that monster fight when your powers went crazy," Spyder explained, "Harris scanned you and...weeeellll...let's just say you got some interesting results."

"We found out your powers are becoming your DNA, so that's why your blood is blue," Mark added on, "we tried to fix it, but it was too late. The rest of that techno stuff is gonna be inside of you forever so...you're not human anymore."

His brother didn't know how to respond. A mutant? No longer having human DNA? This was insane. What about school? Fingerprints? Blood screen tests? Doctor's appointments? Physicals? How was he supposed to explain all of this? A burst of energy must've found a way to sneak into the ill child's body because he took off. He headed upstairs, with the others right behind him. The male technopath found the bathroom and shut the door. After making sure it was locked, he went to find anything sharp. The boys were banging from the outside.

"Ryan! Ryan!!" Mark called.

"Dude open up!" Spyder chimed in.

He didn't listen. Going through the closet, he found a piece of metal. Quickly, he sliced his left arm. It wasn't a deep cut, but it still had blood coming out. It remained the same color. Not accepting this well, he cut other parts of his body. It made him groan, concerning his family from the other side.

"Ryan!!" Spyder yelled.

Nothing changed. Now some of his body being drenched with blue blood, the adopted child reached for the baby powder. He doused his hands in it. Using the sink top, he tried to create fingerprints. Looking back, they were there. However, they seemed more faded than before. Trying to keep his cool, which wasn't working so well, the kid looked into the mirror in front of him. He breathed slowly as he realized the one line that could define this moment; that he won't ever be the same.

"Here," Spyder passed a small object to Mark, "use this."

The jock took it and started to pick the lock.

"Thanks," he responded. That's when he stopped, "why do you have a bobby pin?"

"Picking locks is fun for me, now open the door." Spyder tried to focus at the situation.

Immediately fumbling with the lock, both teens opened the door. The sight had them speechless. The sick teenage boy was sitting by the bath tub, with his left arm covered in blood. His pants had become ripped jeans. He had his knees up and his crossed arms resting on top as he just looked out in front of him. His eyes were to the floor, his mind racing. Approaching him, the popular Bay City High kid sat on his left while Spyder sat on the opposite side. It took a while before any talking took place.
  The floor was receiving drips of DNA. It didn't faze the pilot at all that his essence was dirtying up the bathroom. It wasn't like he was losing pints of it. More like, slow thin water leaks. The liquid flowed, bothering both of the other boys. They were going to take care of it. They should've been taking care of it. Although, the situation had them a little frozen. Imagining what would've happened mid freak out, the child could've cut the wrong vein and....no. That was the last thing that needed to be thought. Wanting to break the soundlessness inside of the lavatory, Mark was the first to speak.

"I'm sorry-"

"When did you find out?" Ryan asked.

"This morning." Spyder told him.

Ryan nodded. His sibling kept staring at his leaking body frame in concern.

"We should clean you up-"

"Leave it," Ryan didn't care, "I wanna look at it for a little bit longer so I don't freak out the next time I get cut and think an octopus gave birth to me."

He chuckled a little, but the other two didn't, still having what just occured on their minds.

"That was a joke." Ryan told them.

"Oh," Spyder realized before trying to make it seem less awkward, "....hahaha."

Both Walker brother's gave him a look. Spyder shrugged. That's when all three of them shared a laugh.

"You're such a weirdo Spidey." Ryan commented.

"Thanks, I try." Spyder retorted in no shame.

"Are you okay?" Mark queried.

Ryan let out a long sigh.

"Sure," he responded so his brother wouldn't worry. He gave his arm another glance, "but at least we know why my powers were all wacky. Because if we didn't, I'd probably be the reason why we lose the robot...again."

The three guys shared another laugh. It died down after a few seconds.

"Heh...wow," Ryan continued, still taken aback at the news, "and I thought I couldn't possibly get anymore freakier."

"You're not a freak." Mark reassured him.

"No....I'm just something." Ryan replied as his lips pressed together and eyes landed back to the floor.

The trio of highschoolers sat in silence.