Well, I don't know if you noticed, but I changed a lot of the titles. They aren't alphabetical anymore, mainly because with the letter restriction, I found the chapter titles getting stupider and stupider...

Got that right.

Hey! Anyway, I'll try from now on to update both of my stories at least once a week. Fridays seem the most probable, but it might have weird days sometimes, like today. And I said I'll try, not guarantee. So don't be mad if I don't.

You won't...

Hey! I can try! Well, since there are no new reviews to reply to, I'll get right to it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these shows, characters, etc. Just this story and anything you don't recognize!

**Austin's POV**

Training left me weak and tired, but it was mostly because of the brutal whippings I got for "not being good enough". It really messes with my high self-confidence. I was working on it for so long and finally got exactly where I needed it to be, and then this happened.

Why can't this just end now? Why can't I just be put out of my misery? Why...

No, stop. I must not think like that. If I survived all this before, I can survive it again. If I busted out of here before, I can bust out again.

How long had it taken again? I try to think back to how I had escaped before. Wait, was it...

No, that wasn't it. Think Austin!

That's one thing I'm horrible at. Thinking. Except right now I'm doing a lot of it, which isn't very typical of me. Had I done this the first time I was here? Was this even the same place as before?

My head is starting to hurt. Here I am nineteen years old and trying to think back to when I was... seven? Or was it eight? AHH!

I decide to just take a nap in the capsule in my room.

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HOW DID I EVER SLEEP IN THIS THING?

I eventually give up and sleep on the floor. It is cold and hard, but it's far better than trying to sleep in the capsule!

After a while of tossing and turning, I finally fall asleep...

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Running. Who knows for how long. The thing chasing me was enough to make me run five-thousand miles. And here I am, running, sprinting from the awful monster.

I hadn't even seen this creature, but from pure instinct, I knew it was bad before I had to see it.

Trying not to think about it, I glance at the passing surroundings. I am in a large plain, a grassy extension as far as the eye could see. What is strange was that nothing was there. Nothing. Nobody to help me, nothing to hide me.

No hope of surviving except running as far as I could. Where to, who knows. For how long, impossible to tell. But my brain kept telling my body to run, run, run, and maybe I'll find help.

I glance back at the thing chasing me and see nothing except for the outline of a person. Who was it? Who wanted me to die?

I turn my head back forward. There was still nothing, no one. There never had been, never will be. And yet I kept running. Why? If I stopped, and I let the thing capture me, I wouldn't have to go through all of this trouble to avoid the inevitable...

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I wake up, breathing hard. What had that dream meant? I have to get out of here!

I check the time. It was 11:00 PM. I should go back to bed before Douglas has a fit for me waking him up.

I go into the capsule and try to find the most comfortable way to sleep. I eventually drift off sitting on the floor of the capsule, leaning against the wall of it.

December 29, 1999 - 3 years old

Austin cried hard in his room. His dad no longer cared about him. He had doubted it for a while, but when there was no cake for breakfast and no 'Happy birthday, bud!' and no presents and no love and just training, training, training, he knew. And he didn't take it very well.

C had been hanging in there for the past few months. Now one year old, he had two others to take care of him. Austin had discovered that one day when he went to say happy birthday to him in October a few months back and two older children, one boy and one girl, were sleeping in the capsules next to him. Since then, Austin had trusted the two kids to take care of him and only checked on him once in a while when he got the chance to sneak out of his room. He still wasn't much bigger than before.

Austin, although he wondered how the two older kids had gotten there, didn't dare ask his father about them. He knew better than that. So he wondered in silence and made up the craziest theories, like that they were aliens or something crazy like that.

Austin, who had been crying since the end of training that night, wondered how old those kids were. He guessed that the girl was about a year younger than he and the boy was probably about the same age as he was. Or maybe a bit older.

Austin was in his capsule, still crying, not being able to sleep. He quit crying because he knew his dad would eventually hear it, and that would not have been good.

When he finally got to sleep that night, he had nightmares that no one knew who he was, no one cared, everyone forgot about him, everyone forgot his birthday, his name, everything.

If you were wondering why he would dream about that, it's because it was true.

Well, that was that. I meant to post this yesterday, but I didn't really get time. Oh well.

I'm back!

Oh, and Austin now leaves the room for the flashbacks, so that's why he isn't the slightest bit affected.

Yep.

Did you guys see the Austin and Ally finale? Oh my gosh it was great! So sad that the show is over! :(

I bet you'll lose readers because it's over!

I hope that doesn't happen...

It's going to!

Random fact of the day is...

*drumroll*

May 29th is officially "Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day"!

I'm doing that!

I know! Me too!

Well, see you next chapter!