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Under the Bed
-The Cavalry is Coming-
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White. It blinds the senses no matter how small an amount. It forms at the edges of the vision before the blackness invades. It's bright. It's harsh.
And it was annoying the hell out of me.
I grunted as I used the pure white wall for support. I swear this place was a hospital, not an inn, and I was a patient. My arms hurt. My legs hurt, especially my right as the calf screamed in pain every time weight was put on it. My head pounded along with the blood flow as it streamed out of the many gashes along my body. Even my face hurt. My shoulder had gone numb an hour back, my arm limp beside me unless I was forced to move it, and even then, it was sluggish.
Who ever thought that the handsome blonde, Miguel Lavalier, would be in that predicament? Not me.
I had been dragged down to the house's cellar, tied up, sliced with glass, and left for the rats, literally. I had managed to free one arm before the rodents were on me, and from then on, I couldn't remember what I did. I somehow was able to get through the rats and their really large teeth and untie myself the rest of the way. It helped that the rodents had chewed through parts of the superhuman rope. I had run out of there, flinging gnawers of my flesh left and right. Up the stairs and down the hall, I was free.
I just had one more thing to take care of - well, two.
One: find Kai.
Two: kill the man that started all of this.
The first was more important than the second. So, there I was, stumbling down the evil white hall in search of any clue as to the whereabouts of my boyfriend. I had been walking for about ten minutes before my vision blurred again, my mind wanting to sleep but my heart telling it to shut the fuck up. I trudged on, realizing that I was nearing the front lobby and the dining room area. Wow, I needed a map.
Stopping, I tried to catch my breath, gasping. I had torn my sweat pants so much to help stop some of the bleeding that I was wearing shorts instead. Well, short-shorts. Kai wouldn't mind the view, but never again would I wear something as this. I was cold, and it wasn't from the blood loss. Of course, if someone is wearing short-shorts and no shirt, yeah, they're gonna be cold.
Duh.
I shook my head again, willing the dizziness and wandering of the mind to stop. Opening my blue orbs, I noticed my surroundings. I was in the dining area with the kitchen to my left and the lobby to my front. Forcing my tired eyes to focus better, I noticed something else.
The entire staff was dead.
The cook, I could see from the open kitchen door, lie on the floor, knife in his chest. Two maids were on either side of him, both still and unmoving, lips blue. I switched my gaze to the front and witnessed the sight of the manager slumped over the counter, throat slit, blood running in rivers from the cut. The three in the kitchen looked as if they'd been dead for a while, but the manager was much more recent. I panted, catching a glimpse of bloody footprints leading away from the scene. They had to be the crazy maniac's. I followed them.
My breath came out in puffs, my blood still dripping from the soaked bandages. If I didn't get help soon, I was afraid I'd pass out, but finding Kai came first. He could be worse off. I just prayed and hoped that he was still alive.
"Miguel?" a voice called, making me jump ten feet in the air. Okay, my feet never left the ground, but give me a break. My heart was racing.
I turned around, spotting a hall table that I had just passed. On top of it was a silver laptop, the screen on. "Dizzy," I breathed, limping over to her.
"Oh, Miguel!" she wailed loud enough to make me cringe. "I thought you were a goner! When he came and took Kai, I waited and waited, but you never came back. Then he came back for me! I thought you two were dead."
I let out a breath in pain as I stepped on my sore leg again. "Almost," I admitted. "I'm searching for Kai. We need to get out of here."
"Damn right. That Kyler is crazy!"
"Kyler?" I asked, frowning.
"Yeah, I found out who he is. Turns out, he is crazy, and he's fascinated with the thought of death, but that's another story."
"Tell me later," I muttered, bracing myself against the table.
"Hey," she said softer, "you don't look good."
"Really? What gave it away, the blood, the pale features? Oh, I know, it was the groaning in pain. I'll try and keep that to a minimum."
"Wow, you're grouchy."
I sighed. I wasn't really mad at her, but yeah, being in that much pain, I was getting grouchy. "Please, Dizzy, can you find Kai?"
She seemed to think for several minutes before pinging. "Yeah, hold on. I think I've got a location on him." I waited for what seemed to be the longest time before a map came on the screen. "This is the inn. Here we are." She put a red dot on the map. "And here's Kai, according to the location chip in his beyblade." Another, but blue, dot appeared.
"Location chip?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mr. Dickenson had all the Bladebreakers put a microchip in the bit of their beyblade. He said it was just in case something happened like it always does."
I nodded, grateful for the older man's oversight. "Can you guide me to Kai? I'm afraid the walls and map are blurring on me."
"Sure."
I gathered her in on hand and tucked her under my wounded arm. At least the dead weight would be good for something. Listening intently, I focused on her voice, trying to keep conscious even as my blood continued down my body and to the floor. We walked for a good few minutes before I stopped. Something didn't seem right. Something was wrong.
"Miguel?" Dizzy's voice came from underneath my arm.
I ignored her and focused on my surroundings, my senses going haywire. Was that Kyler guy there with us? Was he back to finish me off?
A loud scream echoed through the hallway, piercing my ears. My eyes widened as my thoughts realized who's set of pipes the sound came from.
"Kai," the computerized bitbeast voiced my thoughts.
I ignored my body and the pain and sprinted down the hall, running towards the only room with the door opened. Smoke came from the top of the doorway, and I skidded to a halt. Gently placing Dizzy on the floor next to the door, I straightened and chanced a glance in the room. What I saw made my blood run cold.
"Kai!"
Kai lay strapped down to a padded, what looked like a dentist's seat. He wasn't moving other than a few twitches here and there. Fire spread all around him in a sort of protective semicircle. My heart warmed inside my chest as a flaming figure appeared at Kai's side. Dranzer's phoenix form caught my eyes and screeched before disappearing. He had been keeping Kai safe from the fire.
It was my turn.
I dashed into the room, not even bothering to see around me, and made it to my boyfriend's side. I undid the straps and hoisted him into my arms, making it back to the hall far before the flames could even think about touching us. I slid to a stop on my knees beside Dizzy and lay my phoenix on the cool, carpeted floor. I straightened his posture and tilted his head up. He wasn't breathing, his eyes cloudy, almost gone. Oh, please, no. Not Kai.
I place my mouth on his and blew, beginning CPR, delivering blows to his chest and breaths through his mouth so many times I had lost count. I had actually begun to give up. He just wouldn't breathe.
Kai. Please, don't take my Kai. Come back to me, baby. Come on back.
Tears streamed down my face as I continued CPR, my hopes dying along with my lover. "Kai, please, please breathe." I gave another breath.
And it was sucked right out of me.
Kai gasped in air and began coughing. I never thought I'd love to see that sight.
The phoenix below me panted as his breathing got under control, his beautiful violet orbs blinking in pain and confusion. Those eyes met mine, and recognition flashed through them.
"Miguel," the Russian whispered, one hand shakily reaching up to stroke my face. I sniffed and grasped that slightly burned hand and cradled it in my own. I kissed the palm and leaned down, kissing him.
"Come on," I urged gently, tugging him a little, "we have to get going. The fire's spreading."
Kai glanced to his right, noticing the flames were out of the doorway. He nodded sluggishly. "Yeah."
"Can you stand?" I asked, noticing his still twitching body.
He sighed and slowly sat up, wincing in pain. "I'll be fine. You're hurt."
I smiled. Typical Kai, putting others before himself. I reached over to Dizzy and shut her. I knew the way back. Standing, I pulled Kai to his feet, and we helped each other balance while heading down the hall and toward freedom.
"Friend! Friend!"
We stopped, looking behind us. Kyler came rushing out the door, his body covered in flames, his skin burning, his clothes already gone under the fire. His green eyes were wilder than ever, horrified, crazy. He screamed in pain as he rushed to us.
"Friend! It hurts, it hurts!" he cried, the sound shaking the hall in an animalistic wail.
He got closer. I didn't know why we weren't moving. I wasn't scared, more like numb. Kai looked the same, but he was probably just as tired as I was. We gasped as one as Kyler got too close, the fire trying to embrace us with its harmful grasp. I pushed my phoenix to the opposite side of the hallway, out of danger, and diverted the man's attention to me. He got so close, I could feel my entire body warm from the flames' heat. We got closer to the wall, and my fear started sky-rocketing. He wasn't keeling over, dead. His body kept moving, even though I already knew his mind and spirit had gone. The TV and movies lied. I gasped, at the end of my rope, cornered, his burning form almost on top of me.
He dropped at the last second.
I looked up, spotting Kai standing there, a large lamp in his hands, panting and swaying back and forth. I dodged the flames and brought him into my arms just before he fell. I kissed the side of his sweaty head, "Come on. Let's go."
He dropped the lamp, I grabbed Dizzy, and we left the scene and the fire.
The door and the night sky were a welcomed sight. I opened the antique and ushered my boyfriend out of the malevolent inn.
It was just in time, too, as the fire had just reached more of the electrical wiring, and the audible boom came afterwards, knocking us both to the ground. I covered my phoenix as debris fell around us after the first shockwave. I glanced around and yanked my boyfriend to his feet, afraid of another blast. Pushing him in front of me, we made it to the road at the end of the driveway. Collapsing in the ditch, we panted, breathing heavily in the wet grass and moonlight. Kai sat up slowly and stared at the burning building. His eyes watered.
"Tala, Bryan," he breathed, "Max, Tyson, Ray, Kenney, Lee, Hillary." He shook his head. "We shouldn't have let their bodies stay in that place." He growled, tears streaming down those tattooed cheeks as he slammed his burned knuckles into the ground. His cheeks were already pink due to, what I assumed, a fever, but they grew redder as he cried.
I strained upwards, sitting somewhat behind him. I wrapped my bloodied arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him close. I kissed his heated neck softly. "There was nothing we could do, Kai. We had to get out of there."
"You think their souls are at peace?" he mumbled after a little while.
I nodded and pulled him down so we could lay in the cool grass. "Yeah, they are."
He gazed into my blues with his sparkling violets. Nodding, he seemed to agree with me before closing his eyes. He snuggled closer. "'M tired," he murmured against my neck.
I nodded. "Yeah, me, too," I sighed warily. "Let's rest here a while." He agreed and dropped off to slumber, his body still twitching ever so slightly.
I watched him for a while, under the moonlight. Everything seemed to be a dream, a nightmare. I had almost lost my lover. I had almost lost him twice. He was almost dead when I found him. His eyes had been clouded, but they were bright at that moment. He was alive. He was alive. I pulled him closer to my chest, not wanting to let go for the rest of my life.
"Miguel! Kai!"
I looked up with worn-out orbs, spotting a heavy-set, darkly attired, older man. He ran up to us, his face pure worry and anxious.
"Miguel," he glanced around, "where are the others?"
"Mr. Dickenson," I whispered. I blinked, tears forming. I looked down at my sleeping phoenix, and the flood came, all the events the previous few days slamming down on my shoulders. I bawled and felt the older male's comforting hands on my shoulders.
We were finally safe.
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Well, one more chappie to go. I hate to say this, but I'm gonna miss this fic. (tear) I had a lot of fun writing it. ^^
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Enjoy the rest of your day, but remember at night to not look under the bed.
