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You're really bad at updating...
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**Chase's POV**
We're trapped. How did I not see this coming?
"Well, well, well," Douglas' voice says. I look back and he is on a monitor. "Look who fell into my trap,"
"What do you want, Douglas?" Mr. Davenport snarls.
"Oh, I want my most powerful creations back," Douglas answers in the same dramatic voice as always.
"Well, here you go. We're here now, just let everyone else go!" Bree replies.
"Oh, how cute!" Douglas taunts. "You thought I was talking about you! No. I want my powerful creations back. And you're going to help me get them,"
"We will not help you with anything!" I growl.
"Ah, see, but you don't have a choice," Douglas says. "You are being held for ransom,"
Wait... so Austin escaped again? But why was he saying creations? As in plural?
"He won't ever fall for it!" I bluff. Knowing Austin, there was a pretty good chance that he would, indeed, fall for it.
Ally gives me a look that says, "Really?"
**Austin's POV**
When we arrive at the hotel, Marcus checks in. I am still invisible. He asks what room Austin Moon is in. The lady says that she will not betray the privacy of the guests. He says that it is an emergency, but she still doesn't crack.
I look around for people. The lobby is mostly empty, so I turn visible and run up to the counter, saying that I forgot my room key. She gives one to me, and I quickly run to the elevator and turn invisible again.
I go up to the room and unlock the door with the key. When I go in, there is nobody there.
"Where is everyone?" Marcus asks.
"Not sure..." I anwer.
We look around the room, in the bedrooms, on the couch, in the closets, behind the furniture.
Nothing.
Marcus goes down to check the pool, and I check the gym.
Nothing.
We both check by the vending machines, in the lobby, at the little Shop in the front.
Nothing.
We go up and check the room for the very last time.
Nothing. They were nowhere to be found.
Then, my phone rings from the table.
"Hello?" I answer.
"If you ever want to see them again, I'd suggest that you come back," Douglas' voice says, and then he hangs up.
I don't even need an explanation to know...
"I know where everyone is..." I announce. "That was Douglas,"
July 21, 2002- 5 years old
Austin now recieved regular visits from little C. It was remarkable how he managed to hold up from when he was a baby. He thought for sure that Douglas was right when he always said that he would die. He wasn't exactly the healthiest baby.
But one day, C visited later than usual, and he was coughing. Badly. Austin worried about him. He would cough, cough, cough, cough, so loudly that he was half afraid of being caught by Douglas. The next day, he was even worse. With no doctor within any access of the boys, Austin would have to just comfort him and hope that his immune system held up.
What else could he did?
The day after that, C was absolutely horrible. With no remedies, the sickness was just getting worse and worse. So, Austin started freaking out. Douglas had known it. C would die. All Austin could do now was watch it happen.
C collapsed to the floor and struggled to breathe. Austin cried and hugged his little brother for possibly the last time.
Then, the coughing stopped. C was not breathing. He had no pulse. Austin knew that his brother was gone and cried.
But then there was something. A small noise. And then the youngest bionic resumed breathing and resumed living again.
How, you ask? A bionic never gives away his secret powers.
Austin now lived with a newly found deeper appreciation of his brother. He would never forget that. And it would never happen again.
So... sorry again for the huge time gap between updates... I hope that will never happen again..
It will!
Shut up. It won't ever take 2 months again, that's for sure.
Keep on telling yourself that...
Whatever. Random fact of the day is...
*drumroll*
1 in 5,000 North Atlantic lobsters are born bright blue!
Sweet! I want a blue lobster!
No. See you next chapter!