RTC: Sorry for the wait, but I need reviews to keep going you know! I only got one and I'm sorry if this offends the person who wrote it, but it didn't make any sense! What about Dylan? Sorry, I'm in a terrible mood, so I'd better go now before I make anyone angry.

Kai: Ray-Tiger-Cat still does not own Beyblade.

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Return To Hell Hole

Back at the abbey, Boris was going crazy. He hadn't had his top trainees around to beat up for six weeks. The instant they were back within its walls, Boris had them dragged off to a secluded room and had them beaten. He kept them apart from the other kids because he knew that they could spread stories about how good the outside world was. All four boys were now sharing a 'room'.

"Oh, man, I'd nearly forgotten how bad this place was," moaned Athrun.

"No kidding. Now that we've been outside, this place feels more like a prison," Alex agreed.

"Well, where are we going to hide these?" whispered Ryan, indicating a pile of photos and the addresses of their new friends. They had snuck the forbidden items into the abbey to remind them that there was a world out there, waiting for them.

"You know what? We shouldn't be imprisoned here," said Alex suddenly.

"You mean you want to break out?" Scott exclaimed.

"Yeah, why not? We already break out of our room a lot. It can't be much harder," Alex said.

"But it's so dangerous!" Ryan protested.

"Would you rather be stuck here for the rest of your life?" Alex demanded.

"Okay, supposing we actually decide to do this, where do we go afterwards?" Athrun asked. "I don't want to return to the orphanage."

"And I can't go back to Dad," Ryan added.

"Me neither," admitted Alex.

"We could always go to my grandmother's," Scott suggested.

"Really? Where does she live?" Ryan asked.

"In Japan. If we break out, we can call her and ask for plane tickets."

"Okay, so are we going to do this?" asked Alex.

"I'm in," said Athrun.

"Me too," Scott added. They all looked at Ryan.

"Sure, why not?" They began to formulate a plan for escape. They kept it a secret, even from the other children. As they said, they could report the abbey to the police and everyone could escape.

"What are you brats doing?" yelled Boris a few weeks later. Ryan, Alex, Scott and Athrun had become distracted by their plans and their blading was suffering. Boris secured the boys on tables and injected them with drugs and whipped hem. Alex tried not to scream. He was the most stressed of the four of them as he was basically the leader and the one who was working the hardest. His attempts at being silent weren't good enough. Boris heard the whimpers and dragged Alex into another room.

"Why are you such a pathetic weakling? You must be punished! Guards!" Boris yelled. Alex felt himself filling with dread. He knew what was coming. The guards would haul him off and put him in a tiny cell and beat him. He had gotten the torture once before and he didn't want to face it again. However, he had no choice.

"Psst, Alex," came a whisper that night. Alex opened his tired eyes and found himself looking at Ryan, Athrun and Scott. "We were worried so we came."

"Sorry it took so long," whispered Ryan.

"You guys can't take me from here. You'll get in trouble," Alex said.

"Okay. But we'll stay the night. At the very least, we can unchain you for a few hours," Scott said. They picked the lock and slipped inside. Alex couldn't find the words to express how glad he was o have his friends there.

"We've done some more research for our little project," Ryan said. The 'little project' was, of course, the break-out.

"Good," Alex managed to say. Every word was draining him. He was so tired and the blood lose was making him so weak.

"Get some rest," ordered Ryan and Alex finally fell asleep. He was awoken by his friends the next morning. They all looked tired too.

"I'm sorry for keeping you guys up," said Alex as they reattached him to the wall, so that the guards never found out that they were sneaking around at night. A few days later, Alex was back in his room. The latest beatings made them speed up their plans for escape. Another two weeks later, it was finally upon them. The night of the break-out.

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RTC: I love cliffies! Sorry it was so short, but I didn't really feel up to writing much. Maybe if I got some review, I'd feel better. (Hint, hint.) Gotta go, bye!