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CHAPTER ONE
"Welcome back to Balkov Abbey." Boris, a man feared by most and hated by others said with an evil smirk on his face as he bowed to the owner of the Biovolt Corporation. Stepping out of the car and leaning on his stick, a smaller man, Russian as well with his long grey hair, clearly giving off his elderly age as tiny beady eyes surveyed all around him.
"Dispense with all the pleasant chatter, Boris." replied Voltaire, walking towards the entrance of the abbey. He stepped through the doorway to a crowd of young boys, including the Demolition Boys, Tala their cold leader, Bryan, Spencer and Ian. The crowd of boys snapped to attention as they spotted the man who gave the Abbey life and finding to progress in it's diabolical mission. Tala, and the rest of his team raised their hands and saluted him like drones in an army.
"The Demolition Boys are here to serve you, sir." Tala said, stepping forward, barely making any eye contact with the old man. "We will not fail you again." The word fail was not to be heard from anyone's mouth inside the abbey's brick walls and you could clearly tell when Tala spoke the unheard of word it was with much distaste.
Voltaire studied the young redhead, eyes roaming over the cyborg experiment carefully, wondering how such perfection could fail. There was that horrid word again, one he hoped to never ever hear again. "Boris, did we not say that anyone who is not worthy of working for Biovolt must leave the abbey after their loss?"
Upon hearing those words, standing beside his captain, Bryan winced but didn't let the slip up show. He too had lost his match yet they didn't bother him about it and kept focus on Tala. The reason being because Tala was supposed to be flawless yet he proved everyone wrong with his defeat. If Driger, the ancient white tiger spirit hadn't sacrificed himself to save his master, Bryan could have claimed victory for the team.
Boris looked a little nervous, swallowing hard. "Well.yes we did, sir. But I thought that with some harder training and some new recruits, they might become stronger than the Bladebreakers and reclaim what was formerly theirs."
Voltaire leaned on his stick, contemplating deeply, letting it show on his face. "You are right about the new recruits, Boris. That is what I came to discuss with you."
Boris nodded slightly, curious as to see the hand picked choices for new bodies. "Yes, sir. Please step into my office." Voltaire started down one of the hallways as Boris turned to Tala and instructed: "Tala, make sure we are not disturbed."
Tala saluted like a trained clone, obeying every word. ''Of course." Boris turned and walked after Voltaire, his long green coat swaying behind him with his hurried pace. Voltaire opened the door to the office and sat down, leaning his cane against the chair as he got comfortable. Boris closed the door behind him, not realizing it hadn't completely shut before sitting down in the chair behind the desk, facing his boss.
"What is it exactly you wanted to discuss, sir?" asked Boris, leaning back into the black leather chair. Voltaire reached into his cloak and pulled out videotape and placed it onto the desk before pushing it towards Boris so he could read the label.
"This," Voltaire replied, taping his finger against the tape, "is what I came about. I've decided we need some new blood here. And I propose these children on this tape."
"We'll need a machine." Boris pressed one of the many buttons on his desk near the phone and other random objects like folders and paper work . "Guard, send Tala to fetch the TV and VCR." The guard replied on the other end and Boris finished the conversation, letting the man he had commanded do his job. He turned back to Voltaire, curiosity flowing through his usually covered eyes. "Forgive me for asking, but what is on this videotape?"
Voltaire leaned back into his chair, resting his head on the back of it. "This tape shows some promising beybladers in action. One of which I know very well."
Boris nodded in comprehension, licking his lips in anxiety to see whom he would be training rigorously and torturing. He took great pleasure in watching the weaker children suffer and watching the stronger ones rise to a great level of success. "I see. And you would like me to view them to see whether they will be suitable for this facility."
"Indeed I do, Boris." Voltaire smiled in his evil way. "We will restart our plans to takeover the world, using the Demolition Boys and the new team I want you to create with these youngsters."
"A new team? Do you really believe that the Demolition Boys cannot do this themselves?" Boris asked, looking a little angry. He had worked extremely hard to get his team, his prized possessions up to a high ranking level, some of the best bladers in the whole world.
"After the fiasco at the World Championships, I don't think your team can do something as this without help. My new team will provide plenty of backup and support." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, as if Boris was questioning his wise judgement.
"Well, I." Boris stopped as the door was knocked upon, interrupting them with a few small thus noises. "Enter." Tala entered the room, pulling a wheelie trolley with a TV on it inside with him. "Ah, thank you, Tala. You may leave."
"Yes, sir." Tala nodded and retreated out of the room, not closing the door completely and began to listen in on the conversation through small ajar he left open.
Boris stood up, picked up the tape, slid it into the machine and pressed play. A young girl showed up on the screen, not much older than 14 years old. Her dark green hair swayed behind her as she pulled on her ripcord and launched her beyblade into the stadium. The camera zoomed in on her blade, doing advanced evasive attacks and performing powerful attacks, cracking the dish down the centre.
Voltaire smirked as he observed the film. "The first of the team. Meet Selene Mareg. She is the current reigning beyblade champion in her home region. She is quite a talented blader and with some hard work, she could be one of the best. She has a hawk bit beast name Skyedo."
"But, sir- she's a girl." Boris protested with a look of disgust on his face. "We don't take girls at Balkov Abbey. Girls are not fit to be bladers. They lack the physical strength and endurance needed."
"Silence." Voltaire snapped, showing his annoyance on his face. "I own this abbey, Boris, or have you forgotten who gives the orders around here?"
"I'm sorry, Voltaire." Boris said calmly, but seethed with anger deep down inside.
A new picture appeared on the TV. "This is Tio Nishida. Another talented beyblader who has a lot to offer Biovolt." Voltaire smirked even wider yet again. A 15 year old girl stood there, her short black hair blowing in the wind her blade is creating. "Her bit beast is a dolphin called Raynor."
Another fast zoom in of her blade in action showed her great talent and superb balance to her blade. The screen went black and a new picture appeared, showing a blonde girl practising her beyblade skills with another girl with long midnight blue hair. "The blonde girl is Ram Van-Allen and the other girl, is Rena Hiwatari. I assume you remember her, Boris?" A smile appears on Voltaire's face.
"How could I not, sir. Your granddaughter was born here, along with young Kai. As they are twins, I can see why she would have good beyblading skills. She and young Kai, were after all, created to be the best bladers in the world. But those Bladebreakers had ruined all that." Boris said as a low growl escaped the depths of his throat.
"Yes. She is the perfect example of what female bladers could offer us. My granddaughter also has a bit beast, a triceratops dinosaur called Dricera. Ram, too, has bit beast, a duck demon named Rogue."
''Duck?'' Boris tried hard to suppress his laughter at the thought of a quacking bird being a bit beast of such great power for Voltaire to even consider the blonde.
Noticing the laughter escaping Boris's lips, Voltaire's face grew more serious. ''Don't underestimate her nor any of these girls, especially not my granddaughter. I foresee great potential for her.''
Tala had heard them talking about the girls and got interested in what the granddaughter of Voltaire looked like. Slowly, he peered into the room and looked at the TV. What he saw surprised him. She looked like Kai. They were two peas in a pod, like the old saying went. You could tell she was a girl, but the fact she looked so much like her twin brother surprised him. Her long midnight blue hair had the same frontal spikes as the grey part of Kai's and her long hair was tied back into a ponytail that stopped at the top of her thighs. Her mahogany eyes showed strength and determination, much like Kai. She was just a feminine version of her brother and obviously a tomboy that gave off the impression not to be messed with.
Sneaking back down the hall so as not to be heard, Tala began to ponder the arrival of girls. Thinking like Boris, he came to the conclusion that their presence could be amusing and distracting from the rough training.
"Girls.Pfft!"
Rejoining his team in the training room where his companions were chatting, the wide grin on the redhead's lips stopped any conversation whatsoever, gaining all eyes on him.
"What?" Asking the burning question that was on everyone's mind, Ian spoke up first with little hesitation.
"I just heard about the new plan that Voltaire has come up with." Tala said with a smirk, walking over to his team mates and folding his arms, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"You listened in on their private conversation?" Ian asked, in shock. "What if Boris or Voltaire had caught you? You'd be in big trouble."
"I couldn't help it." Tala smiled as he sat down with the rest of his team. "What I heard was pretty funny."
"Funny?" Ian raised a brow. "I somehow doubt that Voltaire came all this way just to tell Boris a joke."
"No, he didn't come to tell him a joke." Tala smiled. "But it was still funny. Voltaire is planning on bringing some girl beybladers into the abbey."
"Girls? Here? No way." The normally stoic Bryan said, disgusted at the thought of the opposite sex running loose around the place.
Spencer thought for a minute. "Are they cute?"
"It doesn't matter if they're cute or not, you moron." Ian said, rolling his eyes. "The fact is, we don't want girls around here doing all their girly habits, like taking hours to get ready in the bathroom, or using up all the hot water."
Ian, Spencer and Bryan began to all argue with each other about the girls. They were already beginning to cause tension and they weren't even there yet.
Tala stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. "Stop fighting. Personally, I don't mind if those girls come here."
"What? Why the hell not?" Ian burst out, thinking that Tala must have been hit in the head or something.
"Because we could use a little fun with them." smirked Tala.
"How do you mean?" asked Spencer.
"We can play pranks on them." Tala explained. "They'll all run back home to their mommies when we've finished with them."
"Ok. Sounds fun." Ian smirked. "I'm in."
"Why not. I'm in too." Spencer agreed.
"I guess if you all want too, then ok. I'm in." Bryan finally agreed with his team mates.
"That's it, then. The girls are in. But they won't be for long." Tala said.
Disclaimer. I don't own any of the beyblade characters apart from Rena, Tio and Selene. Meg, also known as L@DyFiCtIoN, owns her character Ram.
CHAPTER ONE
"Welcome back to Balkov Abbey." Boris, a man feared by most and hated by others said with an evil smirk on his face as he bowed to the owner of the Biovolt Corporation. Stepping out of the car and leaning on his stick, a smaller man, Russian as well with his long grey hair, clearly giving off his elderly age as tiny beady eyes surveyed all around him.
"Dispense with all the pleasant chatter, Boris." replied Voltaire, walking towards the entrance of the abbey. He stepped through the doorway to a crowd of young boys, including the Demolition Boys, Tala their cold leader, Bryan, Spencer and Ian. The crowd of boys snapped to attention as they spotted the man who gave the Abbey life and finding to progress in it's diabolical mission. Tala, and the rest of his team raised their hands and saluted him like drones in an army.
"The Demolition Boys are here to serve you, sir." Tala said, stepping forward, barely making any eye contact with the old man. "We will not fail you again." The word fail was not to be heard from anyone's mouth inside the abbey's brick walls and you could clearly tell when Tala spoke the unheard of word it was with much distaste.
Voltaire studied the young redhead, eyes roaming over the cyborg experiment carefully, wondering how such perfection could fail. There was that horrid word again, one he hoped to never ever hear again. "Boris, did we not say that anyone who is not worthy of working for Biovolt must leave the abbey after their loss?"
Upon hearing those words, standing beside his captain, Bryan winced but didn't let the slip up show. He too had lost his match yet they didn't bother him about it and kept focus on Tala. The reason being because Tala was supposed to be flawless yet he proved everyone wrong with his defeat. If Driger, the ancient white tiger spirit hadn't sacrificed himself to save his master, Bryan could have claimed victory for the team.
Boris looked a little nervous, swallowing hard. "Well.yes we did, sir. But I thought that with some harder training and some new recruits, they might become stronger than the Bladebreakers and reclaim what was formerly theirs."
Voltaire leaned on his stick, contemplating deeply, letting it show on his face. "You are right about the new recruits, Boris. That is what I came to discuss with you."
Boris nodded slightly, curious as to see the hand picked choices for new bodies. "Yes, sir. Please step into my office." Voltaire started down one of the hallways as Boris turned to Tala and instructed: "Tala, make sure we are not disturbed."
Tala saluted like a trained clone, obeying every word. ''Of course." Boris turned and walked after Voltaire, his long green coat swaying behind him with his hurried pace. Voltaire opened the door to the office and sat down, leaning his cane against the chair as he got comfortable. Boris closed the door behind him, not realizing it hadn't completely shut before sitting down in the chair behind the desk, facing his boss.
"What is it exactly you wanted to discuss, sir?" asked Boris, leaning back into the black leather chair. Voltaire reached into his cloak and pulled out videotape and placed it onto the desk before pushing it towards Boris so he could read the label.
"This," Voltaire replied, taping his finger against the tape, "is what I came about. I've decided we need some new blood here. And I propose these children on this tape."
"We'll need a machine." Boris pressed one of the many buttons on his desk near the phone and other random objects like folders and paper work . "Guard, send Tala to fetch the TV and VCR." The guard replied on the other end and Boris finished the conversation, letting the man he had commanded do his job. He turned back to Voltaire, curiosity flowing through his usually covered eyes. "Forgive me for asking, but what is on this videotape?"
Voltaire leaned back into his chair, resting his head on the back of it. "This tape shows some promising beybladers in action. One of which I know very well."
Boris nodded in comprehension, licking his lips in anxiety to see whom he would be training rigorously and torturing. He took great pleasure in watching the weaker children suffer and watching the stronger ones rise to a great level of success. "I see. And you would like me to view them to see whether they will be suitable for this facility."
"Indeed I do, Boris." Voltaire smiled in his evil way. "We will restart our plans to takeover the world, using the Demolition Boys and the new team I want you to create with these youngsters."
"A new team? Do you really believe that the Demolition Boys cannot do this themselves?" Boris asked, looking a little angry. He had worked extremely hard to get his team, his prized possessions up to a high ranking level, some of the best bladers in the whole world.
"After the fiasco at the World Championships, I don't think your team can do something as this without help. My new team will provide plenty of backup and support." Voltaire narrowed his eyes, as if Boris was questioning his wise judgement.
"Well, I." Boris stopped as the door was knocked upon, interrupting them with a few small thus noises. "Enter." Tala entered the room, pulling a wheelie trolley with a TV on it inside with him. "Ah, thank you, Tala. You may leave."
"Yes, sir." Tala nodded and retreated out of the room, not closing the door completely and began to listen in on the conversation through small ajar he left open.
Boris stood up, picked up the tape, slid it into the machine and pressed play. A young girl showed up on the screen, not much older than 14 years old. Her dark green hair swayed behind her as she pulled on her ripcord and launched her beyblade into the stadium. The camera zoomed in on her blade, doing advanced evasive attacks and performing powerful attacks, cracking the dish down the centre.
Voltaire smirked as he observed the film. "The first of the team. Meet Selene Mareg. She is the current reigning beyblade champion in her home region. She is quite a talented blader and with some hard work, she could be one of the best. She has a hawk bit beast name Skyedo."
"But, sir- she's a girl." Boris protested with a look of disgust on his face. "We don't take girls at Balkov Abbey. Girls are not fit to be bladers. They lack the physical strength and endurance needed."
"Silence." Voltaire snapped, showing his annoyance on his face. "I own this abbey, Boris, or have you forgotten who gives the orders around here?"
"I'm sorry, Voltaire." Boris said calmly, but seethed with anger deep down inside.
A new picture appeared on the TV. "This is Tio Nishida. Another talented beyblader who has a lot to offer Biovolt." Voltaire smirked even wider yet again. A 15 year old girl stood there, her short black hair blowing in the wind her blade is creating. "Her bit beast is a dolphin called Raynor."
Another fast zoom in of her blade in action showed her great talent and superb balance to her blade. The screen went black and a new picture appeared, showing a blonde girl practising her beyblade skills with another girl with long midnight blue hair. "The blonde girl is Ram Van-Allen and the other girl, is Rena Hiwatari. I assume you remember her, Boris?" A smile appears on Voltaire's face.
"How could I not, sir. Your granddaughter was born here, along with young Kai. As they are twins, I can see why she would have good beyblading skills. She and young Kai, were after all, created to be the best bladers in the world. But those Bladebreakers had ruined all that." Boris said as a low growl escaped the depths of his throat.
"Yes. She is the perfect example of what female bladers could offer us. My granddaughter also has a bit beast, a triceratops dinosaur called Dricera. Ram, too, has bit beast, a duck demon named Rogue."
''Duck?'' Boris tried hard to suppress his laughter at the thought of a quacking bird being a bit beast of such great power for Voltaire to even consider the blonde.
Noticing the laughter escaping Boris's lips, Voltaire's face grew more serious. ''Don't underestimate her nor any of these girls, especially not my granddaughter. I foresee great potential for her.''
Tala had heard them talking about the girls and got interested in what the granddaughter of Voltaire looked like. Slowly, he peered into the room and looked at the TV. What he saw surprised him. She looked like Kai. They were two peas in a pod, like the old saying went. You could tell she was a girl, but the fact she looked so much like her twin brother surprised him. Her long midnight blue hair had the same frontal spikes as the grey part of Kai's and her long hair was tied back into a ponytail that stopped at the top of her thighs. Her mahogany eyes showed strength and determination, much like Kai. She was just a feminine version of her brother and obviously a tomboy that gave off the impression not to be messed with.
Sneaking back down the hall so as not to be heard, Tala began to ponder the arrival of girls. Thinking like Boris, he came to the conclusion that their presence could be amusing and distracting from the rough training.
"Girls.Pfft!"
Rejoining his team in the training room where his companions were chatting, the wide grin on the redhead's lips stopped any conversation whatsoever, gaining all eyes on him.
"What?" Asking the burning question that was on everyone's mind, Ian spoke up first with little hesitation.
"I just heard about the new plan that Voltaire has come up with." Tala said with a smirk, walking over to his team mates and folding his arms, his eyes glinting with amusement.
"You listened in on their private conversation?" Ian asked, in shock. "What if Boris or Voltaire had caught you? You'd be in big trouble."
"I couldn't help it." Tala smiled as he sat down with the rest of his team. "What I heard was pretty funny."
"Funny?" Ian raised a brow. "I somehow doubt that Voltaire came all this way just to tell Boris a joke."
"No, he didn't come to tell him a joke." Tala smiled. "But it was still funny. Voltaire is planning on bringing some girl beybladers into the abbey."
"Girls? Here? No way." The normally stoic Bryan said, disgusted at the thought of the opposite sex running loose around the place.
Spencer thought for a minute. "Are they cute?"
"It doesn't matter if they're cute or not, you moron." Ian said, rolling his eyes. "The fact is, we don't want girls around here doing all their girly habits, like taking hours to get ready in the bathroom, or using up all the hot water."
Ian, Spencer and Bryan began to all argue with each other about the girls. They were already beginning to cause tension and they weren't even there yet.
Tala stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. "Stop fighting. Personally, I don't mind if those girls come here."
"What? Why the hell not?" Ian burst out, thinking that Tala must have been hit in the head or something.
"Because we could use a little fun with them." smirked Tala.
"How do you mean?" asked Spencer.
"We can play pranks on them." Tala explained. "They'll all run back home to their mommies when we've finished with them."
"Ok. Sounds fun." Ian smirked. "I'm in."
"Why not. I'm in too." Spencer agreed.
"I guess if you all want too, then ok. I'm in." Bryan finally agreed with his team mates.
"That's it, then. The girls are in. But they won't be for long." Tala said.