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For those of you who don't know me I'm Arty,

first off, I'm sorry to everyone waiting to read the fourth chapter of my other story, but it should be up soon!

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i love it so i hope you lot do as well!

Love Arty AKA Thalia


How to save a life

Summary: If you lose you will be punished, Rule one of the Abbey. After losing to the Bladebreakers, Tala and the demo' boy's learn this... but what happens when a certain cat finds out. Can she help them? And will they all survive the repercussions. Tala/Mariah.

songs of inspiration: how to save a life (the fray), missing (evanescence.), numb (Linkin park.).


Chapter one


Consequences.


"The new world Beyblading champion is… TYSON!"

Tala stared at his blade for a few seconds, before his eyes slid to the still spinning dragoon. He picked his blade up, frowning at the scratches and chips that littered it.

"How…did this happen…?" he muttered, Tala could feel two pairs of eyes glaring at him, and tried to stop his hands from shaking. They weren't happy… Tala swallowed, nervously

'Shit…Boris… he's going to kill me…'

The red-heads grip tightened on his blade, he blinked as he felt a strange prickling in his eyes, he frowned angrily at the ground, blinking when he noticed someone had stepped closer, his head snapped up. To look into the grinning face of Tyson "hey Tala… that was some battle huh?" he said holding out his hand "put it there" he said, as he grinned wider, Tala stared at him confused.

"Uh…"

He looked at the boy's hand suspiciously 'what is with this guy…? I stole his friend's bit beasts. I attacked them. My boss is a crackpot who wants to take over the freaking world! Why the fuck does he want to shake my hand? Even I wouldn't shake my hand!'

He glanced at Tyson wearily, studying the boy's face; it had to be a trick… though… the boy's face, it was so open, his eyes held none of the malice most people gave him…

'Oh well…here goes nothing…' he thought, swallowing nervously as he offered a cautious smile, he reached out gingerly to grip Tyson's hand "yeah… it was… " he said weakly, Tyson's grin widened and surprisingly the crowd roared.

Tala winched slightly as he felt the glares aimed at him intensify "it was a really good game Tyson…" he said to the boy noticing Tyson wasn't smiling anymore 'too bad that it signed my death warrant...' he finished mentally with a sigh.

"TALA!!"

Crap.

He let go of Tyson's hand like he was burnt, he hoped Tyson hadn't felt his hand shake, but the surprised look he was getting from the boy told him he had. He gave the boy a grim smile, before turning to the person who had called his name.

Boris.

He swallowed nervously as he walked towards him. The man shot him a glare as he walked off, motioning for him to follow. Tala glanced over his shoulder at the group of laughing teens, and smiled sadly.

Then turned and followed.

He hoped no one noticed his teammates walking behind him, as if they were hiding behind him.

Which they were.

Or how his body shook with terror.

Which it was.

Or how Ian gripped the back of Tala's jacket tightly.

Which he did.

But a few people did notice and one of them followed.


Mariah grinned happily as she and the others crowded around Tyson. Just as she opened her mouth to congratulate him, she noticed the look on his face as he struggled out of Michael's headlock.

She had never seen Tyson so serious.

Mariah followed his gaze and let out a growl, the demolition boys! Why would Tyson give a shit about them?! Her eyes slid to glare at the retreating back of the red-headed captain.

She let out a scared girlish squeak (that she hoped her teammates hadn't heard) as the captain turned to stare straight at her. She found herself trapped suddenly in his sad ice blue eyes…

'Why did they seem so scared…?'

Sound abruptly returned to her as Tala's eyes began to move around watching the small group of bladers; the expression in his eyes flickered to another…

'Jealousy?'

Then the sadness was back along with a small, sad smile, before he turned and began to leave.

Suddenly Mariah felt herself wishing he would look back again. That he wouldn't look so scared… that's when she noticed his teammates. They were walking rather closely behind him, the smallest of the team… Ian? He was practically handing off the back of Tala's jacket, he was shaking… Her eyes turned to slits as she studied the group closely.

'Are they scared...? What in the world could scare an intimidating team of bladers like the demolition boys?'

Confused Mariah glanced round to see if anyone else had noticed. Kai was staring after them with a troubled expression. And Bruce, Tyson's dad was talking worriedly to Judy Tate, Max's mom; both kept glancing after the boy's.

Before she could stop herself, her feline curiosity got the better of her and she slipped away when no one was looking. She caught up to the boy's with surprising ease. They seemed to be going as slow as they possibly could. She peeked round to corner, and watched, as they stood in front of the door their creep of a coach had just stormed into.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU WORTHLESS WEAKLINGS!?"

Mariah jumped, her golden eyes widening as she shrunk back behind the wall slightly at the terrifying voice. She pulled her eyes away from the door, and watched Tala ruffle Ian's hair with a shaky hand, and whispered something to the kid, Mariah strained her ears to hear, thankful for her brilliant hearing.

"It'll be okay shrimp…"

She didn't know Tala could speak so gently, but could tell he didn't believe his words.

She watched as they walked into the room, all with varied amounts of fear on their faces.

As the door began to swing shut, Mariah felt a horrible feeling in her stomach… dread… she ran silently down the corridor catching the door before it could shut completely, just a crack so she could peek through. Suddenly she heard a horrible sound of flesh hitting flesh and Mariah covered her mouth with her free hand, as Tala Valkov hit the floor his cheek bright red.

She found herself frozen, unable to move or look away as she watched the horrible scene before her.


Boris threw the door to their locker room open violently, his face pulled into a snarl. The demolition boys stopped at the door staring inside fearfully

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU WORTHLESS WEAKLINGS!?"

They jumped violently, Ian let out a small whimper, his grip tightened on Tala's jacket. The red-head swallowed loudly, reaching out and ruffling the younger boy's hair.

"It'll be okay shrimp…" he whispered.

He was lying.

They all knew it but it calmed them slightly, as they entered the room.

As soon as the door shut, something collided with Tala's face sending him to the floor

"You worthless boy! You lost to that child!"

Tala curled up as more blows rained down on him. between blows, he got a glimpse of his teams terrified faces as they huddled in the corner of the room, Ian was behind the two older boys his face buried in Spencer's leg. He was pulled back to the pain suddenly, when Boris's boot collided with his ribs.

Crack!

A scream tore from his throat but was quickly silenced when he started to cough, his eyes widened as his blood spattered the ground, and he lifted his eyes and looked up in to Boris's face.

The bastard was smiling.

Tala looked at his friends again; they were all watching him, he was surprised to see how sad they looked, they suddenly blurred, as something wet slid down his face.

He was crying.

For the first time in years, tears began to fall silently. He closed his eyes tightly to stop them.

He was going to be killed by Boris.

And no one would know.

Clink.

He snapped his eyes open and blinked as he stared at the blurry image of wolborg. He heard a growl above him and glanced up, his ice blue eyes widened. Boris lifted his foot a twisted smile on his face, Tala's expression turned to horror as he realized what the man was about to do.

"NIET!" (1)

Tala grabbed the blade, just as Boris brought his foot down on it. He bit back another scream, and clung tightly to his blade curling around it. As more hits came, Tala fiddled with his blade, pulling of the bit with the last of his strength, and then he dropped his blade it rolled away from him.

He flinched as he watched it crushed under Boris's boot.

He lay limply just staring at the bits of his blade. He listened emptily to Boris's laughter, as his eyes began to close, he must have passed out for a second, because when he opened them again Boris had moved across the room.

Tala followed his gaze and gasped at Ian curled up on the ground at Boris's feet, Bryan and Spencer slumped against the opposite wall. He felt more tears rolling down his face as he listened to the whimpers.

Suddenly he heard a strange whine from the door. He lifted his head drowsily and glanced at the door, and blinked as he stared into a pair of equally tearful golden eyes. Her eyes met his for a split second; she mouthed two words to him, before disappearing in a flash of pink hair.


Mariah stared at the limp form of Tala; he looked so… broken as he lay on the ground.

As he stared at his team, unable to find the strength to get up.

A small whine escaped her lips; she quickly covered her mouth, scared that she had given herself away.

But the horrible sounds continued.

But she had been heard Tala's eyes moved, with what looked like a lot of effort to look straight at her.

More tears began to fall down her face as she stared at his eyes; they shone with the tears that fell down his bruised cheeks.

They had a horrible look of defeat… like he had given up...

Her mouth moved to form the only words she could think of, but when the light returned to those eyes she decided.

She turned and ran.


Tala flinched as he shifted so he could get a hand on the ground; he pushed himself up hissing slightly.

Bryan and Spencer stared at him in surprise as he stood shakily an arm wrapped tightly around his ribs, he snarled slightly in pain when he put weight on his right leg.

"b-Balkov…Leave him alone…" he gasped.

If he wasn't in so much pain he would have laughed at the stunned look on Boris's face. He smiled inwardly as his plan worked; Boris turned to him forgetting about Ian, and started stalking towards him.

With a surprising amount of speed, Boris had him pinned to the wall, a hand wrapped tightly around his throat,

"You insolent brat! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Tala smiled weakly,

"Oh… I dare… you bastard!"

Tala managed to choke out, as he struggled to breath, he smiled weakly over the man's shoulder at his team, he noticed their tears and mouthed the same words the girl had mouthed as he began to pass out.

"Hold on"

As everything went black, he felt Boris's hand being torn away from him and he fell forwards into someone's arms.

The last thing he saw before passing out, was her golden eyes.


end of chapter one.


Translations:

(1) it means no. i heard once that it was spelt net but i figured it would be weird that tala was shouting 'NET!'. it looks better as niet.


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