Okay... I decided to update sooner than normal because first of all, you guys deserve it. I haven't been updating very often.

Yeah, you guys deserve it. Well, the people who are still here anyway.

Okay, but this is the serious part. I don't think we will be goofing off in this chapter like we usually do, because on Monday night (September 21), my soccer coach's son committed suicide. Now, I don't know many details, but yeah. We had a practice on Wednesday, and there was a different coach there (we have multiple coaches). All the coaches know each other really well, so the coaches that were there were pretty sad. We had our first game yesterday and we wore yellow ribbon in our hair (yellow is the color for suicide awareness) to honor him. His funeral is tomorrow, and I am missing part of school to go. My coach is a wreck and doesn't know when he will come back (he wasn't at our game). My new profile pic is us with the yellow ribbons (if you didn't notice). If you wear something yellow tomorrow to honor him (but you don't have to- it's fine), then I'll shout you out next chapter.

Forever rest in peace Devon. You will always be in our hearts.

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**Chase's POV**

Austin has been acting kind of weird lately. I don't know if it's just me or if something happened in that house...

"Hey Chase!" Austin greets as he walks in the room.

"Hi," I reply. "Want some breakfast?"

"Yeah! Make some pancakes for me!" Austin replies excitedly. Okay, maybe it is just me.

"Alright." I respond, and start to make pancakes.

"Hey, Austin," I hear Ally say, and I hide so that she doesn't see me and get suspicious of us hanging out together.

"Hi!" Austin replies.

"Oh, are you making pancakes? You finally learned how?! I'm so proud of you, Austin! Let me see you make them!" Ally marvels, referring to the pancake ingredients sitting on the counter.

Oh snap.

"Okay," Austin says, not very uneasily at all.

He gets out a bowl and starts making pancakes.

.

Everyone had come in by the time Austin was done, and I just faked it.

"All done!" Austin announces. "Who wants some?"

Everyone answered with a "Me!"

Austin passes out pancakes to everyone, and we all take a bite.

Okay, now I know there's something wrong. Austin has never known how to cook, nor did he ever want to, but these are the greatest pancakes I've had in my life. They taste like… how a cooking prodigy would make pancakes. They seem too perfect to even be made by the average imperfect human. But I'll give him a break. Maybe he unlocked a new ability or something.

"These are awesome!" Ally compliments, making Austin blush a little.

"Thanks, Ally!" Austin thanks with a very overstuffed mouth. A few pieces of pancake fall onto the table when he says it, some chewed up. Regardless, Austin picks them up and puts them back into his mouth when he swallows his giant bite.

**Austin's POV**

I wake up, and I am in a strange place that I don't recognize. Last night is coming back to me in pieces… the concert, the party, and…

I know where I am now. And he should be here any minute to begin…

"You're awake!" Douglas says as he comes in the room. I feel like beating the life out of him, but I must keep my nerve around him. Losing my temper with him never turned out well.

"Douglas." I snarl.

"Well. That's no way to greet me after 8 years. How about, 'Dad! I missed you!'? No? Nothing? Oh, come on!"

Nerve, nerve, nerve, nerve, nerve…..

"You are no father to me." I say calmly.

"Well, regardless of your poor greeting, it's time to resume your training."

How much I wanted to object, to fight back, to do anything to save myself, but that never got me anywhere except more punishment. So I bite my tongue and tense myself as I listen to him ramble. Or rather act like I'm listening.

"Well, good luck!" Douglas says, obviously not meaning it. He never meant it. Never in the ten years I've known him for.

January 3, 1999, 2 years old

Douglas had seemed very upset lately, very sad, very angry. Austin, who was only three, didn't really understand. He hadn't seen his mother for a while, and he wondered where she had gone.

"Daddy?" Austin cautiously approached Douglas, understanding one thing: he had been very fragile lately.

"What?" Douglas answered in a menacing tone from his spot on his bed.

"Where Mommy go?" Austin asked innocently.

Douglas turned around to face his child, and for a second, there was a small sign of guilt in his eyes. After a moment, the guilt turned to pure sadness.

"Your mommy…" Douglas started, and he trailed off, unsure of how to tell a three year old what had happened. Or maybe it was that he didn't accept the fact himself. He continued, "Your mommy… is…she's…gone."

"But where she go?" Austin asked just as innocently as the first time.

The sad look in Douglas's eyes soon turned to sheer rage.

"Your mother is dead! You will never see her again! Go to your room! NOW!" Douglas yelled at his son, provoking sobs from the young boy.

As Austin cried, he ran to his room, which he shared with his two month old brother. He shut the door and locked it. He cried and cried for hours, as Douglas sat in his room and pondered what had gone wrong, why he hadn't protected her better, how this mess had happened.

And Douglas cried. He sobbed in his room for hours. He thought about his wife. She had been far too young to die, only 25 years old. He felt sadness. He felt guilt. But most of all, he felt anger. He felt anger at himself. He felt anger at the man who had killed her. He felt anger at the world. He felt anger at everyone and everything. He no longer cared for anyone. And he made a resolution:

To never change that.

And he decided that he would never be Mr. Nice Guy ever again. He wanted revenge. He wanted revenge on the world. And he would use his bionic children to do just that. They would carry on his legacy. He would train them to do so. He would make them ruthless. He would make them evil. He would force them to learn how to be exactly as he would be.

No matter what it took, this was his final decision. And no person or thing would ever change it.

Man, that flashback was a doozy to write!

And it is not fun to listen to either! You're torturing me!

Sorry…

Whatever.

Okay, random fact of the day is…

*Drumroll*

Wild dolphins call each other by name!

So.. "er e eee er" actually means "Hi, Jeff!"

Um… Sure…

YES! Dez owes me ten dollars! *Victory dance*

Um… See you guys next chapter!