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INNER FURY OF FIRE
DancerInTheDark101
INNER FURY OF FIRE
Chapter 1: Searching
Voltaire smirked as the news of the helicopter's disappearance made the nighttime news. His crimson eyes flashed with amusement and he switched off the TV just as the newsreader was stating the discoveries that had been made. He didn't need to hear what happened, he already knew.
"Voltaire, Sir," spoke a confident voice from behind him. The grey haired man turned in his seat and nodded for the man to come in.
The man bowed and straightened up, his cold eyes resting on Voltaire's. "I have received news about your grandson, Sir."
Voltaire frowned. "What is it?"
"Some people have discovered the sight where the helicopter went down. They are now investigating the ruins. So far, nothing has been said about any survivors."
Clenching his fists, Voltaire growled. His eyes narrowed into slits and his blood red orbs lit with an inner fire of fury.
Damn you, Kai! You should be dead…"Sir?"
Voltaire snapped out of his reverie. He turned his head slightly and nodded for the man to continue.
"What should I tell the press, Sir? Should I inform anyone of anything?"
Voltaire growled deep in his throat. "No," he stated. "You must not tell anyone of this incident. Kai is dead and he will remain that way." The last words were spoken with such finality that the man stepped back, aghast.
"Yes, Sir." With a small bow, he left the room. But not before Voltaire noticed the concern and despair on his face.
Reaching over he pressed a button on his mahogany desk and spoke into a small microphone. "Frank, I want you to make sure that Harry does not leave this building alive, okay? Good. I would prefer if he actually never left this building. Thank you. Now get to it!"
Sighing, the Russian businessman leant back in his chair. He rubbed his face with his hands and stared at a silver photo frame on his desk. A picture of a thirteen-year-old Kai was placed inside the frame. He was smiling slightly and part of a pale arm was draped across his shoulder. Voltaire knew that the arm belonged to his grandson's best friend, Tala.
He gazed at the photo and wished that his grandson had turned out differently.
Why couldn't you have turned out more like me? Why did you have to have so many of your father's genes in you? You have paid with your life, Kai. Now I must deal to your little friend.
The corners of his lips lifted in an evil smirk and Voltaire laughed. Kai was gone and nothing in the world could stop him from achieving his goals now. Not even a certain redhead.
A quiet wind whipped across the bare landscape as the smoldering ruins of the helicopter lay cooling on the ground. The only noise in the air was the crackle of the bright red flames and the occasional moan from an injured or dying person. None of the former helicopter occupants were awake and there was a lot of crimson blood staining the ground.
A blue haired teen lay a fair distance away from the crash site. His hair was limp and had fallen into his closed eyes. Blood ran from numerous cuts to his face and through all the blood, his face was deathly white.
Machinery was crushed and broken beside his prone body. Some of the machines were surprisingly still attached to the unconscious teen. His breathing was ragged and wet sounding. Something was obviously wrong with his lungs. The bluenette's clothes were ripped and his pale flesh could be seen through the tears. Angry, raw burns coated his arms and part of his chest and stomach. They were bright red and were seeping a clear fluid.
In the teen's outstretched hand lay a blue object. It was smoldering like the rest of the wreckage and large portions of metal had been ripped from it in the crash. His fingers were wrapped protectively around the round object.
A few meters away from the slate-haired blader lay a few other people. Most were dead, but a small number of them were still alive, barely.
A man in a white coat groaned as he regained consciousness. His eyes flickered open slowly and through blurry eyesight, surveyed the damage around him. His breathing was shallow and he gasped as a pain shot through his chest.
Clutching his chest, the man sat up slowly. Shaking, he looked about himself and spotted the blue haired boy.
"No…" he whispered, his voice hoarse from lack of use.
Crawling – not using his right wrist, he scrambled over to the boy. He placed a bloodied hand on the boy's neck and felt for a pulse. There was a slight beat from beneath the skin and he sighed in relief. He was alive. The man closed his eyes as a wave of pain assaulted his battered body.
Assessing the damage, he concluded that he – himself - had a fractured maybe even broken wrist, internal bleeding from a collapsed lung, several deep lacerations on his arms legs and chest, a slight concussion and a twisted ankle.
As he finished assessing himself, he turned his trained eye to the boy lying in front of him. Leaning closer to the teen, he heard wet ragged breaths coming from his lungs. It wasn't a good sign. He placed his good hand on his chest and felt the restriction when his chest rose and fell with his breaths.
Dr. Ollie Amaralli studied the boy's broken and battered body as if he was a patient in the hospital. Blood covered his lower abdomen and Ollie cautiously lifted the boy's t-shirt and gasped. There was a large piece of metal lodged deeply into his stomach. The silver debris was coated in slick, red blood.
His pale hand flew over the body, making mental notes of all the damage. It was the Russian teen's chest and breathing that worried him the most. He peered at the white face and was startled to see bright red blood beginning to seep out between a pair of bluish lips.
"Come on, kid," he whispered hoarsely. Prying the lips open, he realised that the blood had just come a split lip, rather than blood from his lungs. Sighing in relief, Dr. Amaralli relaxed slightly. His mind began to wander and soon questions were being bounced back and forth in his head.
Why were we shot down? Where the hell did a missile come from? Where the hell are we? Are we even going to survive?
As the thoughts circled around each other, Dr. Amaralli slumped back against a piece of debris. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes, finally succumbing to the pain and exhaustion that was slowly setting in. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he didn't see a pair of glazed crimson eyes open slowly and peer around at the wreckage.
Ollie came awake with a start. The sun was beating down in his sore shoulders and he winced as a headache made itself known. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he slowly gazed over to where Kai was laying. Only, when his eyesight reached the place where the stoic teen had been laying, he wasn't there.
Shocked, Ollie sat up quickly. Pain lanced through him, but he ignored it and looked around for the injured boy.
"Kai!" he yelled out in the loudest voice he could manage. His voice was husky, but it carried well. Standing up, he soon saw a shock of blue hair and stumbled over to where it was.
"Kai…" he breathed, sympathy lacing his voice. The teen didn't respond. Ollie could still see most of the injuries he had sustained during his battle with the teen named Brooklyn.
After a few minutes of complete silence, Ollie was greeted with a groan from the unconscious blader. Crimson eyes slowly opened, almost against Kai's will and peered through the sunlight.
"Wh-who are y-you?" stammered the blinking teen. Fear laced his voice, fear of the unknown person kneeling before him. "H-how did I g-get here?"
"My name is Dr. Ollie Amaralli," he spoke. Rubbing his broken wrist absentmindedly, Dr. Amaralli shushed the bluenette as he tried to speak again. "You're hurt. Don't try anything too strenuous. It could damage your body even more. Okay?"
Kai nodded. His body was numb. He couldn't feel any pain. He realised he could still move his limbs so he guessed that he was in shock. Confused of what had happened, Kai opened his mouth to say something to the doctor but was stopped as he hushed him. He had to ask one question though.
His voice came out weak and trembling. "Where's…Dranzer?"
The doctor looked confused and Kai added in a whisper: "The phoenix…" When the doctor looked even more confused, Kai sighed. He immediately regretted it when a burning pain flashed through his chest and stomach.
"The bird…the fire bird…" Trailing off as talking got too hard; Kai shot the doctor a look that said 'you must know what I'm talking about now'.
Groaning, Kai thought about his friends, who would no doubt be worrying by now. He had no confusion as to who had made the helicopter come down. Dranzer had told him everything that had happened whilst he was unconscious.
Kai grimaced as he tried to sit up and a hand flew to his stomach as it felt like it was being ripped to shreds. He screamed, his voice carrying, as it was the only thing making any noise.
He felt a hand on his chest trying to push him back down onto the grassy ground. His lips trembled and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from crying out in pain.
"Take it easy, Kai. Please. You're very badly injured. There is a metal piece of debris lodged in your stomach."
Kai's eyes widened fractionally at that piece of news. He sluggishly pulled up his top to reveal the glistening piece of metal coated in his blood. Breathing deeply, he gripped the piece of metal and pulled it out. A sickening slurping sound emitted from his stomach as his dried blood pulled and broke free from the foreign object lodged in his flesh.
Blood began to immediately gush out of the now open wound. Placing a hand on the wound, Kai applied pressure and tiredly tried to stop the bleeding. He knew he was getting sluggish from blood loss, but the longer that piece of metal had stayed in, the more likely he was to get an infection.
Cursing and rustling sounds reached his ears as Kai lay, bleeding. He opened his eyes to see the doctor frantically rushing around trying to find something to help stop the bleeding. He was hobbling and favouring his left ankle.
"Hey…" Kai whispered, unable to speak any louder. He cursed himself for being so weak when there were others that needed help.
The doctor turned sharply at his words. He stumbled and almost fell but managed to grab hold of a rotor blade that was sticking up out of the ground.
He covered his racing heart with his left hand and visibly slumped. "Oh, it's only you." He rubbed his hand behind his head sheepishly. "You gave me quite the fright there."
"Hn."
Kai watched the doctor roll his eyes at his behaviour and went back to rummaging through some wreckage.
"Aha!" he exclaimed. Kai frowned and saw the doctor return with a large pressure bandage in his hand. He then proceeded to lift Kai.
Kai winced as the pain came back ten times worse than before. He gripped the doctor's hand for dear life as he wrapped the bandage around his mid-section.
"There. All done."
Kai smiled slightly. The doctor was obviously in some amount of pain and he mentally thanked the doctor.
"You're welcome."
Kai was startled out of his reverie. "What?" he asked.
"You said thank you. It's normal to say 'you're welcome' after someone says 'thank you'."
He hadn't even realised that he had said it aloud. "Oh."
A smile was his reply. Kai couldn't help wondering where they were and what they were going to do now. Apparently the doctor – Dr. Ollie Amaralli – had checked who else had survived the crash whilst he had been sleeping and found no one else alive. However, he found that one of the pilots was missing.
(A/N: Tala is in a coma. He got hurt in his battle with…either Brooklyn or Garland, I cant remember which…and is now in hospital in a coma because of his injuries)
Tala shifted in his sleep, his ice blue eyes hidden beneath long lashes. His mind drifted over past experiences, memories and people. Wolborg was constantly pressing on his mind, urging the red haired Russian to wake up. Tala ignored his faithful companion and kept on sleeping.
One person came to his mind as his body refused to wake up. Kai…
flashback
"Kai!" squealed a little red haired boy. His blue eyes were shining with delight at the prospect of seeing his best friend again.
"Mummy! Kai's coming over! Mummy!"
A tall, red haired woman walked into the room as her four-year-old son jumped up and down on his bed. "Tala, calm down, honey," she spoke, her words soft and warm. "I know he's coming."
The woman motioned for Tala to get off his bed. "Come on, honey. Let's go get something ready for lunch so that Kai will have something to eat when he gets here."
The boy squealed again and raced after his mother, who was walking down the hallway. "Mummy! Wait up!"
They reached the bottom of the stairs when a knock was heard. Tala's eyes widened in excitement and he raced to the front door and whipped it open.
"KAI!"
The slate haired boy standing in front of him grinned and gripped the red haired Russian boy in a hug.
"I missed you, Tala!"
"Me too!" There was a slight pause in their conversation as they let go of each other. "Wanna go play?"
"Yeah!" smiled the blue haired boy, Kai.
As the two young boys ran off to play in the backyard, the woman smiled sadly, her eyes showing despair and sadness.
"Please," she whispered to herself. "Please, boys. Whatever you do, please stay the way you are now. Whatever happens, please remember this day…" Tears streaking from blue eyes, she turned back into the kitchen and began to make some sandwiches for the boys.
end flashback
The memory was like a nightmare to Tala. It's happiness and joy weighing heavily against his shoulders. He couldn't laugh the way he used to when he was younger, he just couldn't find the energy or motivation to be happy any more. He had seen too many horrors of the world to ever think of it as a good place.
Tala could smile occasionally, but only in front of Kai, Bryan, Ian or Spencer. They were all the same. Tala knew that Kai sometimes smiled at his other teammates, the BladeBreakers, but it was rare and was mostly a smirk rather than a smile.
In the comatose state he was in, Tala's mind kept replaying scenes from his past. He shuddered as the bad ones made it through his barrier.
flashback
"Mummy, NO!" screamed a small child, his voice high-pitched and scared. "Mummy! Come back!" The same small child raced from his hiding place to where his mother had fallen, her fiery red hair splayed about her pale face. The woman's eyes were closed, her true eye colour hidden.
"Mummy?" questioned the small boy as he reached out a hand and stroked his mother's hair. "Wake up…"
When nothing happened, the boy started to cry. Small crystalline tears snaked their way down his face. His mall hands clenched into fists as he realised his mother wasn't coming back. He couldn't see any blood, so naturally he was confused.
Sniffing, the boy pouted his bottom lip out as he heard the front door open with a click. A deep voice boomed through the house. "Daddy!" screamed the boy as he rushed from his placed on the floor by his mother. "Daddy! Mummy wont get up!"
As the boy raced to meet his father, he banged into a solid object and glanced up to see his father towering above him, concern in his deep blue eyes. "Tala? What's wrong?"
"Mummy," Grabbing onto his father's pants, Tala led his father into the sitting room where his mother was laying. "Mummy wont get up…"
The tall man walked over to the fallen woman. "Honey?" the man spoke, his voice laced with concern. "Mikalya? Honey?"
The little child saw his father getting worked up over the fact that his mummy wouldn't get up and started to cry, his small frame shuddering with every sob. "Mu…mmy…" he cried between sniffing.
Tala felt himself being picked up and taken somewhere. He opened his blue eyes as he felt the cold Russian wind on his face. "Daddy? Where are we going?"
"We're leaving, Tala."
"NO!" screamed the small red haired boy. "What about Mummy? MUMMY!"
"Mummy?" came a quiet voice from the bushes beside the two-car garage. Both the Russians – big and small- turned at the weak voice. Tala seemed to recognize the voice from somewhere. He cocked his head to the side and thought about it. The answer came to him after a few seconds.
"……KAI!"
At the sound of the Russian's statement, a small blue haired boy emerged from the bushes. There was dried blood on his face and through his slate hair.
"Mummy?" he whispered again.
The boy's red eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. At the sight of his friend's dad, he finally let them go. They trailed down his cheeks, mingling with the drying blood. "Mummy wont wake up…" he sniffed.
end flashback
The three boys sitting in the hospital room with Tala saw the tears escape the closed eyes of their friend. They too, felt like crying. Their captain was in a coma and Kai was missing, presumed dead. The day had started off well, with Kai winning his match against Brooklyn, but then it had gone downhill from there onwards.
Bryan turned to the other two Russians. "Do you think they're gonna be alright?" He didn't state who the two were, as he knew that Ian and Spencer would know whom he was talking about. The burl blonde answered his question.
"Bryan…" he sighed. "You've got to stop worrying. Tala's strong and so is Kai-"
Bryan cut the blonde haired Russian off. "Spencer! Did you even see Kai as he was being lifted into the helicopter? He was barely breathing!"
"Calm down, Bry."
Bryan glared at his teammate. "I will NOT calm down! Not whilst Kai is missing! Goddamn it, Spencer, he nearly died today! He still could be dead right now!"
"I know, Bry. However, we can't do anything at the moment. We just cant."
The knowledge hit Bryan like a ton of bricks, and he slumped in his seat next to his captain's bed.
"Come on, Kai," he whispered to himself and the unconscious teen next to him. "You have to be okay…you just have to."
Rei was sitting in a chair in their hotel room. His mind was going in dizzying circles, trying to figure out what the hell they could do. It had been hours since Mr. Dickenson had told them that Kai had gone missing, that the helicopter that was transporting him to a hospital had lost contact with them.
"Rei! Rei!" Rei was snapped out of his thoughts by Tyson, who was jumping up and down in front of him, a huge smile on his face. "Come on, Rei!"
Rei frowned. "Tyson? What-?"
"They found the crash site!" exclaimed the Japanese blader. They found Kai's helicopter!"
Rei smiled, but then a sense of anguish washed over him. They had found the crash site. Kai's helicopter had crashed. "No…"
The team turned to look at him, frowns creasing their faces. "Rei?"
"Guys, did you even realize what you just said to me?" There was shaking of heads. Rei continued. "You said that they had found the crash site. Kai's helicopter crashed."
The smiles immediately faded, replaced by shock and worry. They all turned to the TV as the news came on.
"…And in the latest news about the missing helicopter carrying the captain of the world famous G Revolution beyblading team; Kai Hiwatari…"
"…Search and Rescue have found the site where the helicopter has allegedly crashed. Smoke had been seen by some locals of a nearby town and reported it. Police have been out and searched through the wreckage, but so far, no survivors have been found. Kai Hiwatari's body has not been recovered either…"
"…There are many people that were known to have been on board that are supposedly missing. These people are missing, but do not jump to conclusions that they are alive, just because their bodies have not been recovered. This is the list of the missing…"
"…Kai Hiwatari, male, aged sixteen, on board helicopter being taken to hospital for treatment; Dr. Ollie Amaralli, male, aged thirty-seven, doctor treating Kai Hiwatari; Steve Hamilton, male, aged thirty, pilot flying helicopter; Iris Johansson, female, aged twenty-five; nurse helping out the doctors attending to Kai…"
"…All of the others on board the helicopter have been found and confirmed dead. Michael James, Kale Strawbridge, Linetta Quay, Robby Smith, Harry Kuvenski, Olga Trans-Verity and Daniel Watson…"
"…Next on the news, we have……"
Rei averted his gaze from the TV. Only four people were confirmed missing; Kai, a doctor and one of the pilots. The rest were dead. Rei felt sick. Seven people were dead and four were missing. Most were doctors or nurses, just doing their job, trying to save people – well in this case a person. Rei wondered why the helicopter went down. Was it mechanical failure? Pilot error? Sabotage? Murder?
Rei didn't even want to think of the last option, but he knew it was a possibility. He knew that Kai had just foiled his grandfather's plans to rule the BBA, along with his second-in-command, Boris. He knew that they would want revenge against Kai, and they would do anything – including murder – to get revenge.
Kai was in grave danger and Rei just wished that he knew if he was okay, and if he was even still alive. Kai may have been cold hearted, but he cared for them in his own weird way.
"Guys…" The remaining members of G Revolution turned to him as he spoke. "We need to find Kai. He needs us." They all nodded and Rei felt relieved. At least they wanted to help. "I think we should go talk to the Blitzkrieg Boys. Maybe they know something about Voltaire and Boris that we could use to find Kai." Once again, they all nodded. Smiling slightly, Rei walked past them and out of the hotel room. Moments later they were all in a taxi on their way to the hospital where Tala and the rest of the Blitzkrieg Boys were.
Silence followed them from the taxi as G Revolution made their way through the hospital to the third floor. Room 145 loomed ahead and Rei thought about what they were going to ask the cold, Russian bladers.
Swallowing, the Nekojin knocked on the door. Seconds later it opened and a blonde head poked out. The emotionless face transformed in a second, a low growl coming from his throat. "What the hell do you want?"
"We just want to talk," Rei spoke calmly, his amber eyes trying to peer through the crack of the open door.
"About?" Asked the Russian teen.
"Kai."
With that one word, the door was opened fully and they were ushered into the room.
Rei watched as Bryan and Ian jumped out of their seats as they walked in. Their expressions showed nothing but hatred and anger towards the team that had just arrived. Luckily, Spencer managed to calm them down before anything major happened. Rei was thankful for the blonde.
"Look," He eyed the bed where the captain of the Russian team, lay, unconscious. "We just wanna talk. We want to find Kai. To do that, we need to know more about Voltaire and Boris. Please…"
"Fine," snarled the one Rei remembered as Bryan. The one who had tried to kill him a few years back. "We'll tell you, but only because you want to find Kai."
Rei nodded, his gratitude showing. Maybe they would find Kai after all…
Meanwhile, four people were huddled together, their bodies shivering against the cold. One of them was unconscious, his wounds severe.
"We need to find a way to get help for him," spoke a tall brunette. "I know I'm not a doctor, but he doesn't look so good."
"I know," whispered the other male. The only female of the group stayed quiet, her face downcast. She was staring at the unconscious teen lying at her feet.
"Kai is in a serious condition. His windpipe was damaged in the crash and he can't breathe properly. He needs a respirator. What he needs – what we all need – is a hospital, and soon." He glanced down at the boy. "Just hang on, Kai. Hang on."
End!
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