This story is written by: Bra-Two and Kanilla: Master of Fluff.
Bra-Two-I'm Bra-Two but you can call me B2 cause it's easier to type… yeah just call Kanilla Kanii cause I do
We've decided to bring you one of the creepiest TalaxKai fictions we hope to be in the land of because we dream about stuff like that.
This is about cross over of lifes and what not. 2 halfs to each whole as they say.
I'm urging all of my reviewers and Kanii's reviewers to read this because you won't be disappointed (at last I hope not)
So I'll hand you over for Kanii to speak and then we can get on with it.
Kanii: -chuckles- Well,thank you B2,my friend...Well,this story is gonna be sooo twisted,so you better fasten your seatbelts and get ready for the flight!
Nicholas:She has been listening to Fly me to the moon and back too many times-groans-
Kani:oh,shut up,little baka!Anyways...We hope you understand the stuff B2 was trying to explain above and that you enjoy what our sick masterminds came up with.
Mechanical Bruising
By B2 and Kanii
He cried quietly as he waited for the punch he knew would come. Mentally he braced himself. The impact from the rough hand made him tumble backwards. He whimpered as the hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him off the ground, leaving his feet to hang in the air.
"You little son of a bitch!" The harsh voice yelled at him.
His teeth were clattering as the hands violently shook his tiny body. He made no move as he was dropped to the floor.
"You are such a worthless piece of shit, you understand that Kai?" He lay quietly on the floor, hoping that this torture would be over soon, that his grandfather would stop hurting him like this.
Suddenly he was jerked up, and his eyes were wide with fear as he looked up at his grandfather.
"I asked if you understood that, Kai...Do you understand?" He nodded weakly, his feet shaking. "Weakling...you deserve to die," Voltaire muttered and looked down at him with disgust and hate.
He raised his hand again, and Kai closed his eyes. This time he hit a lot harder, and Kai fell to the floor, his body drained of energy now.
"Take him to his room and lock him up," Voltaire ordered and watched the guards drag his grandson away.
Kai opened his eyes, only to be met by darkness. He sat up in his bed and looked around as his eyes got used to the dark. His room was so small; sometimes it felt as if the walls were trapping him in, slowly suffocating him. With his feet still shaky he stepped out of his bed and walked over to sit by his little window. His body was sore from the beating he had just taken, and he thought he had broken another rib again.
In the dim light of the moon he could see the bruises on his pale skin. It hurt, yet there was nothing he could do to make the pain go away. He was only ten years old, a little boy like himself held no resistance towards his powerful grandfather.
To Voltaire he was only a puppet, a punch bag he could take his frustration out on. He could do nothing but wait for the day he got strong enough to fight back. For now he could only try to ignore the pain and hope that the next beating wouldn't be as bad .He pulled his knees up to his chest and embraced them, resting his chin on his arms. The moon was really pretty tonight. Her glowing, white light bathed the forest, making it look like some enchanted forest from a fairytale. Kai preferred the night over the day.
At night he could at least be alone in his room, not training with his beyblade or getting beat up again. But during night was also the time when he felt lonelier than ever. He used to ball his eyes out when the feeling of being all alone became too overwhelming, curling up in a little ball in his bed. He hated being alone in this room. His eyes started to water, and he blinked to make the tears go away. He wanted to have someone that cared for him, someone that could hold him at night when he slept.
He hadn't always been as miserable as he was now. Still he could recall vague memories of a loving mother a long time ago. He couldn't remember her face anymore. But he could still recall how she smelled, how soft her voice was when she sang to him. She had protected him when his grandfather became violent. Kai had been very little when she had died from an illness. The tears fell from his eyes, splashing onto his cheeks. He buried his face in his arms as sobs wrecked his hurt body.
No matter how lonely or sad he felt...no one would be there to help him or comfort him. He kept crying until there was nothing left but emptiness, until he held no more tears. His feet were heavy as he walked back to his bed and sat down. His breathing was slow, almost as if in sleep. His fingers searched for something under his mattress. He went cold as he found what he was searching for. Opening his hand he revealed a razorblade.
He had managed to snatch it from one of the scientists when they had strapped him down to a table to make tests on him. Once back in his room he had hid it. Many a time he had taken the blade in his hands to look at it, then hid it again .He held it carefully now, aware of how sharp the edge was. After all, he had accidentally cut his fingers on it many times. But this time he wasn't going to just watch it. This time...
He may be only ten years old. But he knew all about death still. He had been so close to dying many times himself because of the tests that his body had been put through. This one time he had been dehydrated from the lack of water. Other times high fever had threatened to take his life. But nonetheless, he had survived and it had made him stronger. A normal ten year-old would never be able to endure as much pain as he had to take constantly. His fingers were trembling as he placed the cool metal onto his bruised skin. He sat perfectly still. He just couldn't do it, he thought, something was missing.
He pulled out his most prized possession from his pocket and lay it in his lap.
"Hi Dranzer..."he said with a weak smile. His beyblade was the only protection he had. Now it would follow him even in death.
He picked up the razorblade again and hesitated for a moment. With a swift move he took the leap and sliced his wrist. He regretted it the second he had done it. This pain was worse than anything he had ever experienced before. Whimpering he clutched his wrist. The blood was pouring from the wound, soaking his clothes and bedcovers. After a little while the pain had gone away, being replaced with a numb, dull ache.
He was getting light-headed from the loss of blood, his vision blurry. He felt sick to his stomach and leaned out from his bed to empty his stomach. His eyes clamped shut by themselves. The last thing he heard was the pounding of his own heart as it slowed down, every beat pumping the blood out of his dying body…
Russia, Biovault Basement Lab, 0100hours:
The small suction as he breathed burrowed into his ear drums- louder than anything he had heard before and more chilling than anything that had ever been screamed at him.
He was floating… it was such a nice feeling as well. As if he were perched on a cloud and he would look down on everyone and watch things as he wanted to.
It was a nice dream and he loved the feeling of floating…
But it really was only a dream; a small tap on a glass window made him want to turn his head away and continue dreaming.
But the person who had tapped was not patient with him and a small electric current ran down his spine making his cloud disappear and his eyes snap open in pain- mouth opening to scream but nothing coming.
He arched upwards and the current stopped; leaving him to hang lifelessly in the floating cocoon.
He lifted a weary head- opening his eyes from his dream to look out through the glass.
He couldn't see very well; just the blurred black figure through the glass and the liquid he was hanging in.
'You've done excellent work Doctor'
He wanted to go back to his dream world; couldn't they just leave him?
He dropped his head back down but couldn't find the need to shut his eyes.
His wrists; waist; ankles and neck felt as if they were tied with some thick wire; and he was hanging from them… but he also felt as if he were floating.
His eyes were blurred with green see through liquid that had tiny air bubbles in it when he breathed.
His fingers were limp and beside each other-almost interacting with each other and they were blurred in his eyes.
Suddenly with one metallic click of his eye lashes everything was clear and two small red lines moved into a box- picking up his fingers and moving it to get a closer picture so he could almost see the skin cells.
He jumped back- his head now facing upwards towards 3 bright illuminating lights, wincing as the magnified vision made him almost blind.
The click again and everything was blurred- back to normal.
'This is ingenious; how it has been created in such little time…it's even amazing to me...'
'I trust you are pleased Lord Balcov?'
'Hm; to put the world lightly…yes'
Creation? Was he just a creation? He didn't understand. Was he made for this 'Balcov'?
His head hurt; he brought his hands up to run his hands through his hair; but it was wet and thick with the substance all around him; and wires were coming out of his head, the tips of his fingers… everywhere.
'See how he acts like a human- he is a piece of scientific ingenious'
'I've made him to think, breath, and even act like he had already been born 12 years ago. I've given him false memories and characteristics as if he really was a human child that has been on this earth and learnt like others'
'You're sure this will not affect his brain patterns?'
'He is my most intelligent self learning piece of work Lord Balcov; I'm sure he will be able to handle it.'
His head hurt. Were these people talking about him?
He wasn't real?
No he was- he was thinking right now, so he did exist.
These people were just lying to confuse him.
'Are you happy Lord Balcov?'
'Very; your work is unique and brilliant… but I am started to wonder if you won't go spreading this knowledge to people I don't want to know. How can you be trusted?'
He heard the cocking of what his brain registered the sound of be of a gun.
'Lord, Balcov Please, I would nev-'
There was a loud 'bang' and a huge force impact onto the glass tube he was in- the blurred image of what seemed to be a person- blood oozing from the head.
Tala's eyes clicked- focusing on every piece of ripped skin and scanning everything- scanning and filing into his hard-drive brain to be used later.
A hand was placed gently upon the glass tube and his eyes whipped around to study them- the vision un-focusing and seeing the face of a man- fingers trailing over where his body's silhouette could be seen from his side…
Was he this mans?
'Ah, my pet- you are perfect- soon you will be born and you will be the perfect human- the perfect soldier……'
The perfect soldier?
What was he really? Was he this mans? Why did it feel as if something was missing where he was?
He circled himself with his arms- the wires rubbing roughly against his skin and pricking him.
He closed his eyes- the man outside beginning to laugh.
His eyes turned black before he felt his eyes lids shut- the laughter following him into his dreams and he circled into a dangling ball of loose wires.
And this time instead of floating he was falling quickly and heavily from his heavenly perch.
To Be Continued…
Bra-Two- Did you enjoy? Hope ya did! In the 2nd half the italics were people talking if you didn't quite understand.
Kanilla: -pouts-It didnt even cross my mind to use italics...maybe next time?cause I like italics..weird thing that I never use them then,ne?-shakes her head and laughs-Well,anyways,you push that little rewiew-button down there,ne?That would make these authors kinda happy,if ya know what I mean...