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**Chase's POV**

Phase two starts tomorrow. Right now it is really late- too late to just be getting started. And besides, I need to get ten hours of sleep in order to stay a healthy teenage boy!

Phase two goes a little like as follows:

First, we break in, using Adam's super strength.

Then, I go and type in the code before some alarm goes off or something.

Next, we sneak around that corner, all going in separate directions to lessen the chances of all of us being caught. We will look for the place where he is keeping Austin (presumably the underground lab, it will be more of a challenge to find the button to get in).

Finally, we break Austin out of whatever he might be in; I'm assuming we will need Adam's strength again, not sure what he will be in, though.

If one of us gets caught, they will scream so that the others know to get out before they can get caught. A sacrifice, but we can come back for them later (I hope).

When someone finds the button, they will knock on the wall twice so we can follow the knocks and go in with them.

I really hope this plan works. It is our only chance of getting my brother back.

As I am thinking about how the plan would go tomorrow night and trying to fall asleep, an all too familiar voice interrupts my thinking.

"Do you want to play Mario Kart?"

Adam.

I open my eyes and look at him. "What time is it?"

"Uhhh..." he glances at the clock, "6:30"

"What? Last time I checked it was-" I look at the time on my phone. It says 9:30. We have to wake up at 8:30 in order to be on time to breakfast! That's less than ten hours! I'll become an insomniac! But wait, when did Adam become dyslexic?

I look at the clock, which, indeed, says 6:30. What the?

I realize that I hadn't set my phone back three hours from when we were in New York, and that I now had no excuse not to play Mario Kart with that annoying- ugh!

"So... do you want to play Mario Kart, or no?" Adam asks with a grin. Fine. How could I let him down like that? I probably need a break from all this planning anyway.

"Okay," I finally answer. "But no cheating!"

"Aww... Fine.." Adam sighs.

.

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"You cheated!" I exclaim as Adam crosses the finish line before me yet again.

"No, I didn't! You're just bad at this game!" Adam shouts back. "You don't even know how to get out of the grass!"

I chuckle as I look at the screen again- he's not wrong, for once. My wonderful driving skills had gotten me stuck on the side of the path. Again.

"Yeah, I'm just bad at this game," I give in. And I also give up on even trying to finish- I'm never getting out of the grass!

"Aww, don't give up!" Adam says between laughter. "You can get out of the grass, watch!"

At that, Adam hits the steering wheel against the couch cushion over and over again until the car -surprisingly- actually returns to the road.

"Oh, so that isn't just out of anger!" I laugh, as Adam finally drives my car across the finish line.

We both crack up and I realize I have definitely missed this bonding time with Adam. At the moment, it at least takes my mind off of all the stress of, well, everything else.

At exactly 8:00 PM, we say our goodnights and go to bed.

Oh, and I got exactly 10 hours and twenty minutes of sleep.

**Austin's POV**

I am trying to devise a plan to get out of here, but no success has come to me. I've noticed my will to fight back has grown weaker and weaker- exactly as I remember had happened when I was a boy.

I miss Chase, I miss Ally, I miss everyone! Why can I not find a way out? I had done it before!

As I sulk in my head, I hear the door open. I pretend to be sleeping in the capsule that I had readjusted to by now, facing opposite from the door, just in case. The last thing I need is a punishment.

"Psst! You awake?" A voice whispers. It takes me a second to recognize it, but I soon realized who it was, and I wondered why he would be talking to me. I certainly don't want to talk to him.

"Are you awake?" he tries another time. I decide to just ignore him. "Okay, I'll just leave you here then,"

"What do you want, Marcus?" I sigh, giving up on ignoring him.

"I knew you were awake!" Marcus says with a smug grin. I always hated that look- it always meant he beat me at something.

"What do you want?" I snarl, not having much patience with my childhood arch-rival.

"Jeez, do you have to be so loud? You're going to-"

"Do I have to come in there?!" Douglas's voice thunders.

"-make him wake up," Marcus finishes impatiently. "Now we'll have to wait longer."

"Wait for what?" I ask.

"I don't know about you, but I've had enough of this place. I'm busting out." Marcus answers.

I stare at him like he's lost his mind. "Who are you and what have you done with Marcus?"

"I have been here my whole entire life! I'm through with it! Realistically, I don't even know why I'm offering to take you with me- you left me here without looking back!"

"You're going to make him come in here..." I say nervously, urging him to bring his voice back down about five notches.

"You're right, I'm sorry. It's just... if I heard him right when he was talking on the phone, I only have a year left. And it's just... I just... don't want it to be wasted here. I want a real family. One that cares about me. I mean, I know I'm just some machine, I just want to know what real love feels like before I go,"

"Okay. I get that,"

"Let's get out of here," Marcus says eagerly.

I couldn't agree more.

April 19, 2000 - 3 years old

Austin had just went through a long day of training. Now that he had about an hour of free time until he had to go to bed, he was aimlessly wandering around.

When he came to an unfamiliar keypad, he couldn't help but become curious. He knew he would probably get in trouble if he messed with it, but his 3 year old curiosity got the better of him.

He pressed the button on the keypad and it prompted him to enter a password. He entered the password that Douglas used for virtually everything, just Douglas rocks on a phone keypad, and it gave him access. The door opened, revealing a large room that looked a lot like his room. Was this where the other three slept?

He decided no it wasn't because he had seen that room before, and it definitely wasn't here.

Then what was this?

Austin stepped inside the room and looked around. What he saw definitely wasn't what he had expected.

There was another kid, a tiny baby with brown hair. The baby looked at Austin, and Austin felt horrible for this poor kid who would have to grow up like this. He looked so innocent.

The strange thing was that this baby wasn't in a capsule: he was sitting in a regular crib, staring at Austin like he was the weird one. Why wasn't he-

"What are you doing?!" The all too familiar voice of Douglas Davenport thundered. "GET OUT OF THERE!"

Douglas hurried at getting Austin out of the boy's room. So much for getting away with it, Austin had thought. One punishment coming right up!

Some days later, Austin attempted to get in that room again, but the password had been changed.

Poor kid.

So that's that! Sorry about the late time. I had a lot going on today.

Excuses, excuses!

Yeah, yeah. Random fact of the day is...

*drumroll*

If you consistently fart for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb!

*laughing even more like an idiot than last time* What's with you and farting?!

I don't know. But see you next Friday!