UPDATE 12/21/2010: After going through my files, I realized that I did not post chapter 28 of this story. It's rather embarrassing, especially considering the fact that I reference it on numerous occasions, have completed this story and its sequel, and am working on its third installment... Because of this, I have posted it in its proper location. Chapter 28 is now (correctly) called "The Promise" and the Baikal Lake installment has been pushed back to chapter 29 and so on and so forth. If you are looking for the "new chapter" please see chapter 28. Again, my apologies, and thank you for your time.
Windstar: Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, all original characters are my own as is the premise of this fanfiction.
Summary: The Demolition Boys lost the tournament on purpose, that much the teams of the world knew. Yet what drove them to do so, and why their lives turned out the way that they did, that was something that only they themselves knew. A companion and coworker offers the teams of the world the unique opportunity to view just what it was that caused the Demolition Boys to become the people that they are now, and just what pushed them to make the ultimate sacrifices at the end of the line. What made them...a family.
The All Starz, White Tigers, and the Bladebreakers were furious. They sat in Tyson's suite at the hotel (with the Majestics), furious and angry. Now that the World Championship was over, and the events at the lake, they were lost confused, and understandably pissed off. None more so then Tyson.
The Japanese boy was pacing back and forth, his fists clenched and his eyes dark with hate and annoyance. Who did Mr. Dickenson think he was, telling him that Tala had thrown the match with him? How dare he suggest that all that effort was meaningless because Tala was more powerful and that if he'd wanted to, he would have destroyed him?
It was raining heavily outside, the temperature had spiked after the match, and now freezing rain was assailing the streets of Russia. The teams were angry and annoyed. Kai had thrown them all for a loop. Not only was he this great mastermind beyblader that had more skill then anyone cared to think about, but he was also a phenomenal actor. No one had seen through his disguise. No one had seen through anything.
"How dare he?" Tyson screamed, punching the wall in front of him. The other teams flinched at the noise, but didn't say anything. They were all lost deep in thought.
Kai stepped out of the building, his hair whipping out around him. For the first time in a long while he was feeling peaceful. Like a great load had been lifted off his shoulders. Tyson ran up behind him, his face plastered with that annoying smile of his, his hands swinging wildly. Kai allowed the hug that was coming, he knew he couldn't avoid it anyway.
He glanced back at the Bladebreakers. The team he had used time and time again. He had done it for a good cause, but nevertheless he had done it. He knew the other teams were still angry at him, but he also knew that they would understand in time (and if they didn't then it was no skin off his back. He didn't care anyway).
They were going to head back to the hotel; that was all that was left. After that the award ceremony…but with the police heading over to arrest Boris at that particular moment he doubted the ceremony would take place for a few days. He couldn't help but let the mask fade just enough to let out a pleasant smile. Everything had worked out perfectly.
Tala had lost as planned, he had lost as planned, Bryan had lost…but not quite as planned, and the Bladebreakers had won. It was as simple as that. When the Demolition Boys walked back down the hall to their locker rooms the Police would be there. They would make sure that they left the arena safely, and that one Boris Balkov was not with them. Kai had seen the wink that the red head had sent his way as he walked down the hall. For the first time in years they were free. For the first time in years, Kai was actually considering changing his name.
He could already see the smile on Luka's face when he'd tell him about the change. He'd grin wildly, probably throw his arms around him, call him that name that had been taboo for years, and then welcome him back into the family. The others would be notably excited too…he'd make a dinner out of it. Voltaire was, of course, invited as well. The man had been there when he discarded the name…now he'd be there when he reinstated it.
Kai looked up at the snow that was falling above him. He heard his team pause in confusion. There wasn't any snow anywhere else, just…above him. He frowned and stepped to the left. The snow hesitated, but then followed him. He glanced up, but there was nothing there. Just…snow. He looked back at his teammates. They looked equally perplexed, but a memory struck him right then and he laughed slightly, ignoring the stunned looks on the new champions' faces. He looked around, and caught sight of the boy who was occupying his thoughts recently.
Red hair was tied back into a ponytail at the base of his neck; and a long white coat was over a dark blue shirt and jeans. He was smiling, care free and ecstatic, and Kai looked up at the snow that was above him. He laughed. He couldn't help himself. Across the street was a boy who had finally earned his freedom after a lifetime of imprisonment. Above him was snow that was impossible and yet magical at the same time, and behind him were four stunned boys who couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Kai was actually laughing. Not the crazy, maniacal, laugh of the creep who had attacked them so ruthlessly, but the laugh of a truly happy boy who had nothing but happiness coming to him. He looked across the street. The red head was laughing too. He was giggling with delight, and above him was snow as well. Donned in those clothes that were brand new and a smile that could go on for miles, the other boy spun in a circle, glee echoing off every part of his body.
"How does it feel, Luka?" Kai called over, taking a step towards the street. His teammates watched in confusion as the snow followed him. They still couldn't understand it. The red head looked up, blue eyes shining with love and a light that could not be diminished.
"It feels-" Screeching tires cut the scene abruptly. The snow stopped; the blade that had been dancing in the middle of the street – completely run over. Horror crossed the boys' faces. The red head looked at the car that was going straight towards him. He didn't have time to get out of the way, the pedal was pressed down.
"LUKA!" The boy just managed to meet Kai's gaze before the car prepared itself to impact itself with the teenager who had been dancing with joy not two minutes ago.
The rain was pouring ever harder now, and Tyson was still pacing. He glared at the storm as if it was the cause of all of his problems, and he kept clenching his fists. Everything had been perfect until Mr. Dickenson had told them all of that. They had wanted to know one thing, and they'd been given more then they'd bargained for.
Tala had thrown the match. He'd thrown the God-dammed match and now Tyson was a winner with a victory he didn't deserve. He was furious. He was hateful, and he couldn't believe that he'd been tricked. He spun about, taking in all of Rei's injuries. The boy looked worse for wear and he didn't like that either.
Rei was beaten for nothing. He was hurt for no reason. That was something that Tyson could never forgive. How dare Bryan hurt Rei for the sole purpose of hurting him? How dare he? Tyson couldn't believe that that was happening. He couldn't do it. He could not wrap his head around that in the slightest.
"This isn't fair!" He shouted to no one.
"Life isn't fair." Rei replied just as easily. How was it that he could be so calm about all of this when Tyson was over there fuming with rage? That wasn't fair either.
"Kai tricked us!"
"Yes he did, but he did save the world…"
"You expect me to believe that?"
"You heard what Mr. Dickenson said…Kai and the rest of those boys are all members of the International Security Agency Beyblading Division. …they were on a mission, and they fulfilled it." Kenny mumbled, though it was clear that he wasn't as thrilled with the situation either.
"I don't care, and who ever heard of this ISABD thing anyway?" Tyson snapped angrily, he didn't want to deal with Kenny and his annoying logic.
"Russia isn't even apart of the ISA…I bet that it's all fake." Emily muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. In her hand was her bit-chip. It hadn't left her grasp since her bitbeast returned to her.
"Exactly!"
"In times of emergency sometimes special measures are taken to ensure the greater good of the World's health…saving the world probably let them bend the rules a little, and I'm sure the ISABD is in association with the BBA and it's SS…"
"I'm sick of these acronyms! Who cares if the BBA has a secret service!" Tyson was pissed off, and talking to him was getting no where.
"Well we should since Kai was a member of that too!"
"He's probably a member of the country club in every nation as well." It was muttered, but it still got a reply.
"Only in London and Beijing, maybe in Tokyo but I don't remember filling out the paperwork on that one." All eyes turned to the window sill and stared in shock at the person that was standing there, dripping water on the carpet.
Everything happened very quickly. The so called, Luka, jumped higher then a normal person would even think about jumping, and landed gracefully on the roof of the car that had so purposefully attempted to crush him. He winced as a bulled shot up through the roof and nearly took off his foot. Rolling to the side he fell from the car and quickly attempted to scuttle across the street to some form of safety in the Arena (or with Kai, either one would work).
He didn't make it though, the car slammed backwards and he had to twirl to the side to avoid another attempted collision. Adrenaline seeped into his blood and he turned and ran. Behind him the car followed, eager to kill its victim, and ignorant to the fact that a very pissed off teen was in close pursuit.
Kai was running as fast as he could, his eyes locked on the red locks that were slowly escaping in front of him. If there was one thing he cursed above all else, it was that damn Luka could run. He shot forward, pushing himself past all former limits and attempting to keep up with the boy. The car was swerving every now and then onto the sidewalk, trying to run him over or shoot him. Either would work, but the boy was every vigilant. He kept near the store walls and the alley ways. He kept near places that he could duck and hide behind. He would not be caught without a fight.
"Kai! Wait up!" He ignored that. Tyson would not be getting him to slow down when there was a madman chasing after his brother. It had been a long time since he'd called him that, but that was what he was. His brother; and he wouldn't let something happen to the red head now that he'd finally been free.
He heard another screeching of tires, and he looked to his left. There was a car right next to him, the window rolled down. Bryan. He'd never been so happy to see him before. Ian was in the passenger seat; and Spencer was in the back.
"Get in!" Bryan shouted urgently. Kai nodded but went to the falcon blader's door anyway.
"You get out." He snapped, Bryan moved over to the passenger seat, sending Ian flying into the back seat. Kai got behind the wheel and he barely registered hearing the door open to admit another passenger before he was flying through the streets and after the car that was chasing down his friend.
"Woah, Kai you can drive?" He blanched. Fucking Tyson. Glowering, but with no time to stop, Kai hit the accelerator and shifted into gear, he needed to hurry.
"If not then you sure picked the wrong car to jump into." Stop everything. Did Bryan actually make a joke? Alert the media. Tyson had been stunned into silence. He seemed to just notice who else was in the car. Oops.
Things weren't looking good for Luka though. He was rushing at warp speed and he was running out of street. They, unfortunately, were not running out of bullets. He hissed as one caught his brand new coat that he'd been given as the first present for freedom. He almost felt a tear welling, but now wasn't the time to cry. Now was the time to find a place to run into and hide.
He ran out of road though, and soon his sidewalk melted into gravel. He knew of only one place that would be good enough for his chances of escape. A lake…big and hopefully frozen.. Big enough though and marked enough to let the drivers of cars know that at any moment they could be found under water if they thought to drive on it. He smirked, perfect.
Running as fast as he could, he ducked into trees and through the trails that lead to the lake. He could just hear the damn car following as best it could. The trail was big enough for the car God damn it.
He hurried onwards though, running faster and faster until the lake came into focus. He smirked and stepped onto the ice, rushing with an ease that took years to accomplish he made it half way, satisfied to say the least when the car came to an abrupt stop. He kept going though, he kept going because the bullets were still a threat, and he didn't doubt their accuracy at all.
Kai spun the car's wheel and lost sight of Luka minutes after the red head had made a sharp right down the street. Kai made a left. Tyson screamed and told him he was going the wrong way, but Spencer just told him to shut up. The Japanese boy nodded, still intimidated by his company. That didn't stop him though from losing his stupor and start screaming in horror with each narrowly missed car and bump they came up to. Bryan even cursed and slammed his hand on the dash with one particularly violent bump.
"Damn you Hiwatari you finally get you're fucking Corvette and you're breaking it in the same night!"
"I'm giving you the ride you wanted aren't I? Now shut up!" Kai snapped back furiously and Tyson frowned in confusion. He still couldn't figure out what was going on, but was it just him, or were the Demolition Boys actually being slightly humorous? At least Bryan was, and it was a dry humor that sent shivers up Tyson's spine. He still didn't like it.
They came out on the opposite side of the lake that the hunters were on. Luka was nearing the center and still trotting dutifully towards them. Kai got out of the car, his hand slipping into the jacket of his coat and pulling out what looked suspiciously like a…gun? Tyson's eyes bulged. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Glancing back he caught sight of a second and third car…make that a Jeeps…coming up behind them. The other Bladebreakers had hitched a ride and had followed them. An unknown man and Mr. Dickenson were in the front seat of the first truck, Max sitting in the bench between , Rei and…was that Lee?...were in the bed. Judy was driving the third vehicle; and that meant All Starz were present…and Mariah, Kevin, and Gary were piled up in the beds as well.
All eyes shifted to the commotion on the lake though. Luka was still running for his life, and Kai was running towards him, brandishing that gun as though he were a pro. He took a shot, and suddenly there was a shout at the other end of the lake. Leave it to these guys to actually drive their car through the Moskva Park and towards Moskva's lake. Bryan came up to his right, Spencer to his left, each one returning the fire on their friend's attacker.
Luka hissed angrily though, when one bullet cut dangerously close to his head and he snapped for them to mind their shots. Kai stopped instantly and continued his trek towards him. Suddenly though the car sped to life and dared to cross the lake. It wanted to get Luka before Kai managed to get to him, and on such open terrain it was obvious that it'd only be a few moments until they managed it.
Spencer growled low in Russian and he aimed at the front tire of the vehicle. Pow! It was out, it skid, spinning because the driver was too shocked to do something else. Then a crack filled the air. Luka stopped short. Kai was motionless, and all the onlookers held their breaths.
To close. Luka was to close to the car. He dared to look down and see the crack that was spiderwebbing underneath him. He gulped back his fear and apparent distaste of the situation, and gingerly took a step forward. Creak! He looked up at Kai. Not to far away, and safe from the cracks that were forming all around him. The others were slowly backing off the ice, leaving Kai to play the rescuer. It would help no one if the five of them all went under.
"Run Luka…I'll catch you if you fall." Kai murmured softly. The red head nodded, and ran full speed across the cracks, trying to calculate his steps as ice started shooting up from the pressure being pressed against it.
"Hey wait…is that Tala?" Tyson gasped, and in that one moment, distracted from his concentration, Luka looked up. A bullet from the last gunman still awake tore through his stomach. Kai screamed in horror as he watched the redhead stumble. Blue eyes met Kai's gaze one last time, and the ice beneath him broke, sending him to what should have been a watery death.
No one could believe it. The brunette girl from the hospital was standing before them, her hair tangled and knotty, but still in that stubborn pony tail. She looked like she was shivering in the cold' and Tyson felt a dash of sympathy towards her before he remembered just whose side she was on. Definitely not theirs. He glared at her. She smiled prettily back before looking around at all the stunned and confused faces in the room.
"Hello, my name is Anna Jones. It's nice to meet you." She said simply, dipping her head and motioning to them all. A few of the more reasonable and thoughtful members of the group returned their startled greetings and she smiled appreciatively at them.
Looking at Tyson, who had barely moved a muscle, and certainly not to say hello, she smiled politely. He glared back. Her hands reached back to her backpack and she took a deep breath as she removed it from her back. She didn't even ask if it was alright. She just did as she pleased, and everyone was still to stunned trying to understand how she managed to appear at the window to stop her.
Kevin even looked and examined the ledge. There was no sign of what she'd done. Only that she'd done it. Confusing…and certainly annoying to say the least. He didn't understand what had happened, and that bugged him. He looked at her expectantly but she kept on removing papers and folders from her back and placing them on the coffee table. Tyson though had had enough. He glowered and stalked towards her. Furious and wanting to get his way, he gripped her roughly by the arm.
"I'm sorry, but can I help you?" She twisted her arm out of his wrist and flicked his hand away without even a bat of the eye. Lee noted that instantly. She was well trained in martial arts. From the ISABD? He wanted to know…
"No actually you can't." She said simply, shrugging as though it were obvious. Tyson frowned.
"Excuse me?"
"You can't help me, but I was hoping I could help you." Each word was spoken slowly, as though being said to someone particularly slow. Clearly that's what she thought of him though, because she went back to ignoring them all and removing papers and folders from her back until she'd been satisfied.
"As I said: my name is Anna Jones. Sometimes Dama Anya…but please call me Anna. I work for the ISABD, the BBASS, and, of course, Voltaire Hiwatari." Everyone stiffened at the mention of the name, but she went on regardless. "I've come to you today of my own violation, and I hope that you will listen to what I have to say before you conclude your thoughts on the events that have transpired over the past few months, in particular the events that preceded and occurred during the shoot out on Frost Lake. The World Tournament is of course one of the most important I believe to you all?" She was well spoken, but then again, the fluency in English was something they'd all noticed. Her voice carried no accent. American born then perhaps? There wasn't even a hint of Russian in her words. Rei nodded though and offered her a seat. She thanked him kindly but told him it would be unnecessary. She would be leaving soon.
Kai moved so fast that by the time Dranzer was already out of her blade and burning away at the ice, the others were still trying to figure out when he'd readied and launched his blade. It didn't take long to burn through, not with Dranzer's spectacular heat. The ice was melted and Luka was seen gasping for breath in the water beneath her.
He reached a hand up and gripped her talon, coughing feebly for air as she flew him to her ward's side. Kai took Luka in his arms and whispered a quiet 'Thank God' when he got there. Pale arms encircled Kai's neck, even as blood stained the white coat he'd been wearing those arms hugged his brother. Kai cursed softly and swiftly picked the teen up before dashing back to the corvette and the two jeeps that had brought all the witnesses forward.
"Bryan I need you to put pressure on the wound, there's an exit…Spencer I need you to give me coordinates to the nearest hospital, Ian get the med kit and help Bryan in the backseat. See if you can try to seal that wound until we get him to a doctor." Luka was mumbling incoherencies even as Kai barked orders. The Russians leapt into action, ignoring the strange looks they were getting. "Get those damn trucks out of my way now!" Kai snapped as he noticed the corvette's path blocked by the onlookers. Instantly the drivers nodded and started to peel away, much to their passenger's dismay. Tyson yelped and rushed to jump onto one, clearly realizing he had no place in the sports car.
For the first time, Kai was happy that he'd been promised two of them, because he knew the first one was trashed. Blood stained the back seat; sticks and stones and pillars had taken a beating out of its rim and paint job. By the time it reached the hospital, the car was smoking from the engine and clearly not a happy camper. It didn't matter though. He slid out of the driver's seat and focused solely on getting Luka the help he so desperately needed.
As the nurses were situating the teen on a stretcher though, the doors opened and someone called his name. He expected one of the teams that had followed them to the hospital, but he hadn't expected the young brunette standing shell shocked in the doorway. He looked up at her and froze. In her hand were the demolished pieces of Wolborg, the bit-chip glowing in her palm. She had tears in her eyes.
"Kai?" She asked shakily. The other teams were staring at her in confusion. He glanced over to the stretcher and she screamed, running forward. "Luka?" He caught her around the waist, spinning her around and pulling her to his chest – successfully trapping her there. She wrenched, trying to pull over and go to the red head's side, but the teen was already being taken away and into the ER. "Luka!"
"Shh Anya everything's going to be alright. We got here in time." She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear and he pressed her head to his shoulder in the most caring action anyone had seen him do yet. He shushed her and just held her as she cried harder and harder into his shoulder. He completely ignored the looks he was getting. Now was not the time.
"What-happened?" She gasped, looking up at him. He sighed and brought her to some chairs to sit down and then slowly started to explain everything to her.
Meanwhile though, Tyson looked over to Mr. Dickenson and the strange man that was with him. He wanted to know what was happening too. Why did Kai have a gun? Why was Tala being called Luka? Why was Luka being shot at…and who was the teary girl?
"Her name is Anna, she…works with the Demolition Boys and Kai on occasion." Stanley replied. Tyson hadn't even known the question had been asked, though it brought another question to mind.
"How are those two connected?" He didn't get it. Kai had only been on the Demolition Boys' team for a few days, but the way he held her made it look like he'd known her for years. "They're the enemy!" The others nodded in agreement. From across the waiting room, Bryan's eyes narrowed slightly at them and he elbowed Spencer in the ribs, motioning with his chin to listen to what the man had to say.
"Now my boy, those boys are hardly the enemy. In fact, you owe all five of them a great debt of gratitude." The voice was stern, and it was clear that the man meant it. Ian smirked.
"What? What are you talking about? What would I possibly owe them!"
"Hold on Mr. D…five?" Rei cut in. There were only four Demolition Boys.
"Well…yes...Kai is included in that number." The man said almost sheepishly.
"Why do you keep grouping him with them! They're the enemy and he left!"
"Now Tyson! Not another word. Those boys have risked much more then you could possibly know on what occurred here today, and it is because of you our life style is the way that it is right now and always will be."
"What are you talking about!"
"Well for one, you wouldn't be a World Champion right now if it wasn't for them." The unknown man next to Mr. Dickenson snorted his voice rough and gravely.
"Why Christopher-"
"Tell them the truth Stanley, their whining is giving me a headache and I'm only here because of Red." He motioned towards where the boy had vanished into the ER.
"Tell us what?" Max asked curiously, trying to understand what was going on. All the other teams leaned in too. They wanted to figure this out as well.
"Well…this year the BeyBlading Tournament was a bit…rigged." All eyes widened in shock and horror. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. RIGGED? "You see…if Bio-Volt had one another year of this…as you all have heard…they would have taken the world by storm. They were planning to attack every country and nation, taking it over and controlling it with the powers of Black Dranzer and their other bitbeasts. To prevent that, the Demolition Boys, and Kai, were involved in project Freefall. They were inducted into the ISA's BeyBlading Division and the BBA's secret service…and with the help of Anna and a few other people they managed to bring Boris's plan for all scale war and chaos to a screeching halt." Twelve people stared up at him in shock and the man went on. "For the price of one world championship title, the Demolition Boys effectively not only saved the world but also gained their freedom from the Abbey. The four of them are free to go wherever they like now and can live the lives they choose." There was silence…before the explosion occurred.
Seemingly finished with her preparations she let out a sigh and looked around at the faces of all the beybladers that surrounded them. She smiled politely at them, but again they were too stunned to really have much of a response towards her. It didn't appear to bother her.
"I came here today, because I truly believe that the events that have transpired recently that affected you and everyone else that participated in some way shape or form at the tournament, were not really fully explained to you. Perhaps if it was, you could look at those boys not with anger or disdain, but with appreciation. I know that Kai especially was hurt by the words that you spoke at the hospital."
"Really, because it didn't seem like that." Tyson snapped.
"Oh honestly Mr. Granger, you've spent enough time with Kai to have realized that he never speaks what he thinks and he's terribly self conscious about his emotions." He actually laughed at that.
"Kai, self conscious? Where do you come up with that lady! Kai is the most cold and emotionless person I know. He doesn't have real human qualities, and he's certainly not self conscious!"
She turned and glared at him, her eyes dark and menacing. The others in the room shifted awkwardly as she approached Tyson, anger clearly marked on her face. Her hands were fists and her features were menacing.
"I came all this way for one reason and one reason only. To try to get you people to see the truth as to what exactly took place at the tournament. Now, if you aren't interested in hearing, and you're too busy insulting one of my dearest companions then you can just step outside and continue being the arrogant egotistical and immature prat that you seem to be inside and out. If you're actually interested in trying to understand why they threw the tournament then you can get off your high horse and zip it, because the next words that come out of your mouth had better be in the form of polite statements or questions and not snide remarks. I will throw you from this room if that's what it takes to at least explain the story to those who are willing to listen. Understood?"
Tyson nodded. He really couldn't do much else. The girl wasn't going to listen to him if he didn't anyway. She glared pointedly in his direction and then continued on with what she was doing in the first place. Turning back to the rest of the room she went on.
"Kai lied to you all; and with good reason. I'll try to set up the scene as much as possible, if you'd listen to me?" There were a few nods. "Tala Ivanov, or rather, Luka Ivanov, is Kai's brother."
"What?" They couldn't believe their ears. The whole room erupted into questions. None of them understood what they were saying. Finally someone shouted "They have different last names!"
"Not really. Kai's surname is that of his mother's maiden name, whereas Luka's surname is that of their father's surname. Kai isn't actually his real name at all. Kai's real name is Sacha Ivanov, but that name quickly became taboo after Mr. and Mrs. Ivanov unfortunately died."
"Sasha?" Tyson laughed. "Isn't that a girl's name?"
"Not Sasha you fool, Sa-ch-a." She rolled her eyes. "It means protector of men if you must know. It doesn't really matter nobody calls him that except for Luka and that's only on rare occasions. Luka and Kai were both raised in the abbey, as of course I believe Boris informed you. Kai was born there, and Luka came several years later. While they were there, they experienced several…terrible…disasters." She reached out and opened one of the folders, handing some photos to random people throughout the room. They gasped, not quite believing what they were seeing. "Whippings were common; beatings in general even more so. They, just like the three other Demolition Boys who arrived not to long after Luka did, were treated the worst for they were expected to be the best."
One photo was a picture of Kai, probably no older then six or seven. He was looking up at the camera with dead red eyes. His face spotted and blotched with bruises. His shoulders had cuts on them, and his chest was almost blood red with internal bleeding. His back though was the worst. There were dozens of deep whip marks. He had been beaten so soundly that all the life appeared to have left him.
On the next page was Tala. His right arm was destroyed. There were hundreds of cuts running up and down it. It was bleeding profusely, and the boy himself was unconscious. Doctors could be seen trying to pull glass from it. It looked like he'd been through a shredder. It was horrifying. Even Tyson couldn't come up with a witty comment about this. There was nothing good to say. Nothing good at all.
"Each day they were trained within an inch of their lives. They were forced to work harder then any other student in the Abbey, and if there was even the slightest chance for failure they were horribly beaten by the guards and Boris. Luka and Kai had managed to almost get taken out of the Abbey for good when their parents discovered what was happening there…but they were forced to crash and were both murdered, and in the end that was exactly where the two ended up spending the majority of their lives."
Stunned into silence the teams couldn't believe what they were hearing. That Kai had a brother, and that their parents were murdered, that they were sent to live in the Abbey after that traumatic event only to have their lives be constant horrors be done to them…it was something out of a nightmare.
"The Demolition Boys and Kai were slowly yet surely all contacted by the ISABD, and the BBASS. For the last six years those boys have done nothing except willingly place themselves beneath Boris's whip and offer themselves up as sacrifices for the sole purpose of gathering information the ISABD could use. Kai was probably the one that got off the hook the most because after a rather bad…accident…he lost a number of his memories and had been removed from the Abbey for good. Everyone was working together for six years to stop Boris, and this world championship was just the thing they needed to gain their freedom…I don't expect you to listen to me and believe me. So I've brought those files that you can look over. They're all photocopies obviously; I wouldn't bring you the originals…but this is a copy of several hundred surveillance tapes from all over the world." She lifted up a DVD from the piles. Smiling ever so slightly at them she motioned to it. "It's been compiled into working orders, starting off at the boys entry into the Abbey, and even continuing on until the end of the Tournament. If you watch it…it's several hours long…I believe you may have a different opinion about the whole situation."
She handed it to Rei, who she seemed to think was the most trustworthy person of them all, and smiled at them. Then with a mumbled goodbye, moved back to the window.
"What are you doing?" Michael shouted in horror.
"Oh, this is faster, that's all." And with that she tipped herself over the balcony ledge and disappeared from view. Confused and trying to understand what had happened, Rei moved to the TV and placed the DVD into the recorder. Taking a deep breath. He pressed play.
