Heavenly Flames

Chapter Ten: Family is more then Blood

Warning: Some language, possible character deaths, implied themes (You know what themes I'm talking about) OC's will be used in this story and they will be important.

Disclaimer: Beyblade is not my creation, while this storyline is; the characters involved, with the exception of OC's, are not.

The clock ticked away time slowly, as if the second hand had ceased motion completely. "Ahhhh! What the heck!" Tyson finally snapped standing from the couch to glare at the rest of the rooms occupants. After Linra had ceased talking the three had joined the others in the dojo in an attempt to come up with a plan. So far none had been made. All the others looked up. "What's up Tyson?" Max asked, causing Tyson to gape at him. "What do you think is up? Ray is gone and we're just sitting around doing nothing! All the while they are doing who knows what to him. That's what is up!"

Kai closed his eyes. He didn't need to hear what he already knew. "What do you suggest we do, huh? I mean we can't just run off at random and hope to find him." Tala said leaning back and placing his arms over the back of the couch. "I don't know, do research, go ask Mr. D, something! I'm tired of waiting. I mean I am sure the chief could find something out." Tyson whined, hating that Tala actually had a point. Tala sighed choosing instead to look out the window.

Max sat up suddenly, before jumping all the way to his feet. "Oh crap Chief!" Linra and Tyson turned to look at the frantic blonde. "I left Kenny when I was chasing after that girl uhhh-" He looked to Linra for help. "Ixion." She supplied. "Thanks. Yeah, I lost him somewhere along the way after I started chasing Ixion when she snatched my blade."

No one had really noticed the smaller males absence, but now that the point had been raised. "Maybe someone should go looking for him." Tyson said making to leave. "Why?" Tala said in a bored tone, finally tuning back into the conversation. Tyson glared at him. "Because he is our friend!" Tala smirked at the other teen. "Who knows this town as well as you do. It's not like he is going to get lost."

Tyson stalked over to the redhead, glaring down at Tala with his hands balled into fist. "Have you not been having the same day I have? Ray is gone, Sam's brother is dead, Linra's friend's are in trouble, BioVolt is hunting us down, and we don't even know where to start looking." By the time Tyson had finished he was almost out of breath, which was something that didn't happen often.

To everyone's surprise it was Linra who spoke next. "I know it is hard, and I know it feels hopeless, but we can't give up. Trust me I want to, heaven knows I want to, but we can't. Not just yet." Linra delivered her whole speech with her eyes downcast. No matter what her words were, her eyes gave her away. "Look it's getting late, maybe we should all turn in, let things settle for while." Max said, trying to be the voice of reason.

Everyone looked at one another. It had been a long day. "I'll look around for Chief on my way home, it was me who lost him after all. If I don't see him I'll call his house. Sound good to everyone?" Max said already going for his bags. Tyson sighed, slumping down on the couch next to Linra. "I guess so, thanks Maxie."

Max smiled once more before saying night and walking out. This left four people sitting in silence. "We should all go to bed. It's late and we can't help Ray and the others if we can't stay awake." Linra said, pushing herself up off the couch. Tyson stood up behind her, stretching his arms above his head. "Sounds good, your staying here at the dojo right L?" Linra was a little taken aback by Tyson's sudden informality with her, but she over came it quickly. Something about the navy haired teen was comforting. Beside today had been a long day.

"Yeah, I don't know where I'm-" "I'll show you." Everyone was surprised by the offer. Kai raised an eyebrow, causing Tala to shrug his shoulder as he stood. "What? I figured she was going to take Ray's room for now." Tyson nodded his head slowly, watching as Tala directed Linra from the room. Tyson looked from the door, to the empty place on the couch, before finally looking to Kai. "What just happened?" Tyson asked sounding thoroughly confused.[1]

Kai couldn't help himself from smirking. "Tala is being Tala, that's what happened." Tyson bit the inside of his lip. For some reason that thought just wasn't comforting in the least.

Both teens were silent as they walked down the dojo's long hallway. Linra sighed as she tired of all the silence. If he was testing her, she was failing miserably."You said I am going to be in Ray's room?" Tala spared her a side glance before returning his view forward. He didn't answer her. Linra didn't know why but his silence bothered her.

It wasn't like she wasn't use to silence, but this one was so much colder then even what she was use to. "Why did you offer to walk me if you didn't want tot talk to me?" She muttered, not expecting any answer. After a few more seconds of harsh silence they stopped in font of a door. Tala opened the door letting Linra in.

Linra took a second to glance around. It was a simple guest room, nothing extravagant, or special, nothing but one fact. The fact that her brother had been here only 24 hours prior. She walked in slowly, sitting down on the bed and testing it a few times. She looked around the room at the content of it all. There was nothing out of the ordinary, a bunch of cloths were placed in a duffel bag that had yet to be unpacked, a few books were scattered on the dresser, but that was it.

She looked at Tala, he hadn't moved. Sliding off the bad she walked over to the duffel bag. "I suppose none of my stuff has even made it here, huh?" She hadn't turned around to see Tala when she asked. She knew he wouldn't answer and she knew what the answer was anyways. "That's fine, not like I haven't borrowed Ray's stuff in the past." She said looking through the cloths for something to sleep in.

Pulling out a long white tee-shirt she set about looking for pants, her fingers brushing over something harder. She picked up the object, it was a photograph. She picked up the shirt and walked over to the bed. Sitting down she began looking at the photo. It was an old one, really old, a photo of Ray with his old White Tiger's team back when they were only children. She ran her fingers over his face and suddenly she felt her world crash. Her breath caught in her throat and tears ran down her face.

She threw herself back on the bed, digging her head into the pillow like a little child. Tala shut the door, leaning against the door frame and watching as the girl fell apart. "He is going to die." Linra looked up sharply. Clutching the pillow to her chest. She knew it was her brother's scent, but it wasn't the scent she remember from her childhood, not the him she remembered.

"Shut up! Don't you dare say anything like that!:" Tala walked forward and sat on the end of the bed. His eyes completely cold and removed. "It is true. Ray will die if you continue keeping secrets from us. You want help? Then stop lying. I'm not stupid, so stop insulting me with this BS you are telling us." Linra clutched the pillow tighter, moving father towards the wall, and farther away from him.

"What are you-" "Stop lying." Tala said, his eyes sharpening into a glare. "You said they want to make the Black Bitbeast. Well that is all fine and dandy, except for one thing. How the hell are they going to make the Black bitbeast without the Sacred bitbeast?" Linra bit the inside of her lip, her hand moving down to where her beyblade resided.

"They sent you to get them, didn't they? All this crap about 'I'm not on BioVolt's side' is nothing but that, a bunch of crap. You are nothing but a manipulating weapon dropped in by BioVolt to mess us our attempts. I must admit the tears and the friends in pain were nice touches, but I've seen enough of your kind to know the signs. You were telling the truth about one thing though, you do only care about your family. Meaning you don't care about double crossing us." Tala reached towards his pocket, causing Linra to leap from the bed.

Tala, despite her training and natural abilities, was still better. He cut off her escape and withdrew his beyblade from his pocket. Loading it into the launcher before Linra had even realized he had it out. She took a step back, grabbing her own blade from her back pocket and loading it as well. "I don't want to fight you Tala." She said, making her voice level. Tala, however, didn't even flinch. He simply gripped the rip cord tighter. "You are going to betray us and I can't let that happen." All of a sudden, Linra remembered why Tala was feared in the Abbey.

Ray leaned against the door frame. Counting the number of tiles in the ceiling as he and Bryan waited for the door to the trial room to open. Soon Ray heard the all to familiar click as the locks disengaged and the room was sterilized The trial rooms were self-contained, nothing got in, nothing got out. At least not without them knowing.

Once the door had finally opened Bryan turned to Ray. "Wait here." Ray smirked. Anyone that entered the trial rooms had to have a chemical spray before they went in, anyone but the Neko-jin's that is. For a minute Ray thought about running, just dashing off without slowing down, but it was pointless. He didn't know where he was and he hadn't seen any doors that indicated an exit on their way to the trail room.

He wondered if the trial room here would be different from the one he knew. He didn't suppose it would be, since they were meant for the same thing. After a while the door opened again and Ray entered. He closed his eyes as he felt an almost mist like air go over him. It wasn't a chemical spray, but it wasn't enjoyable.

There was a loud buzzer as the spray stopped and the door in front of him opened. The room was a large gray room, which was surprising. The old trial room had been a shocking blood red, then again the old designer had been a nut case who believed that the colors effected personality and so had chosen the color of anger for the room. Other then the color the trial room had remained largely the same.

Plenty of cameras, an observation deck with a shield over the glass in case of emergency, and different mechanisms on the wall for a variety of purposes. "Welcome to the party, glad you could finally make it." Ray bit the inside of his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Bryan, Ray, join the others now."

Ray looked around the room. There was a group of teens and kids, about twelve in all, each one had the same look on their face. A glazed over appearance that would break the second they were released on any victim unlucky enough to get caught in their way.

Ray and Bryan walked over to the group, taking a place in line. Ray tried to not look at the others in the line. "Alright listen up!" Boris said, his voice echoing off the walls. "Today we trim the ranks of the weapons project. Those of you who make it will be sent on a mission immediately. We have lots to do and a very small time frame to do it, and that is why you all are bring-" Boris growled as the clicking of the door opening cut off his speech.

Ray felt his lips tug upwards as he saw two forms come through the door. One was tall and lean, black hair that feel just into sharp amber eyes, the other was smaller, blond hair that was pulled up in a messy bun with bangs that still hung in bright green eyes. "Well look who finally decided to join us? I suppose you want me to thank you for gracing us with your presence?" Boris was seething as he spit out the words. The older of the two shrugged his shoulders. "Do whatever you wish sir."

Ray smiled at the look on Boris' face. "Get over there now!" He said, pointing to a raised platform a few feet away. Once they were on the platform. "Now, those of you that survive this elimination will join Captain Masahiro and Mischa on the new Flames team. The rest of you . . . well just don't be eliminated." Boris looked up at the booth before nodding his head and heading for the door.

"And us?" Mischa asked, crossing her arms. Boris smirked, his eyes lite with a strange glint. "Prove yourselves." with that Boris was gone and the projects were left to their own devices. Ray was about to move to talk to his family, but Bryan stopped him. "What do you want?" Ray hissed, glaring at the other teen.

Bryan looked up into the booth. "They want a winner, and I want to win." Bryan swung his fist full force at Ray, causing the neko-jin to jump back a pace. With a direction to go in the trance broke and like a switch had been flipped, everyone attacked. Ray could see the platform from the corner of his eye. There was a thin shield around it, meaning that only the winners of this death match would get to go against them. "If that's the way you want to play." Ray said, catching Bryan's arm as he swung at him again.

"Let's play." He hissed flipping the teen over onto his back. Ray hissed as someone kicked his legs out from under him. "Don't think this is a one on one match." Ray's vision flickered back into focus long enough for him to make out the shape of the person before him. Ray grabbed the persons arm, pulling himself up, and headbutting him.

Both teens staggered back. "That always works so much better in movies." Ray thought just before another person lunged at him. As much as he hated being caught off guard the other had been right. This wasn't one on one. Ray smiled, "I just need to start thinking in dimensions." This new one was a neko-jin. Her eyes were slitted as she lunged at him again. Ray wrapped his arm around her own, pulling her to his side before pushing her off into another person that was getting to close for comfort.

He stepped back a little, getting his bearing. He was on the outskirts of the melee, meaning he had a decided advantage and he planned on using it to the fullest. His eyes flickered over the crowd briefly, so far three were down, whether dead or unconscious Ray couldn't tell. That left nine and when he caught sight of Bryan he figured that was soon to be eight as the large teen slammed some helpless person's head into the metal wall.

The first one that had attacked him saw him again. He took off running at Ray. Ray guarded himself, sinking lower to the ground to get better balance. The person stopped just short of him, releasing a quick burst of kicks at Ray's chest. Just as Ray was about to retaliate, the guy ducked down, a girl jumping on his shoulders and springing over Ray. She grabbed his arms, pulling them behind him.

The boy stood back up, punching at Ray's face twice. Ray twisted his leg around the girls, pulling it out from under them and sending them both falling backwards, with her landing on the bottom. Ray jumped up again. He was getting really tired of landing on the floor. "You shouldn't have done that." The boy all but hissed. Ray, however, wasn't in the mood for it. With a growl he lunged at the other boy. This time the other wouldn't get the chance to fight back.

Hilary fluffed up the pillow for the eighth time. "You sure you'll be alright by yourself?" She asked, looking into the pale blue eyes of the little boy she was caring for. He nodded slowly, snuggling into the covers and nudging his head into the thoroughly fluffed pillow. "I'm fine Hilary. Least for now." Hilary smiled at the boy, before kissing his forehead.

"Alright then, goodnight Sammy." She flipped off the light, before walking over to the door. "Hilary?" Hilary turned back around, ready to get the boy whatever he required. "Yes sweetie?" Sam smiled, grabbing the covers and wrapping up in them tighter. "Thanks for taking me in. I'm sure my brother thanks you too." Hilary smiled for a final time. "Anytime. Night." She said closing the door she headed back down to her room.

Sam laid in bed. He looked up at the ceiling and all the little glow in the dark stars that covered it. "Brother . . ." Sam started, wiping at his eyes, even though tears had yet to come. "I was just wondering. . . you still hear me, right? I mean I know that you went by Satan, but God wouldn't lock you out of Heaven for that, right? I bet Heaven is really pretty. Mommy always said that Heaven had everything good in the world and none of the bad stuff. So does that mean you can Beyblade in Heaven but you can't ever lose? I think I would like that, to just Beyblade for fun. I really hope I can do that some day."

He shook his head, pulling the covers tight. "Oh and those guys that helped me, you remember the ones. I know you didn't know them long, but they saved me cause you told them to, well they are taking really good care of me now. By the way Brother if you are in Heaven tell Mommy and Daddy I miss them, lots and lots. "

He rubbed at his eyes again, sniffing before continuing. "Since you are in Heaven does that mean you are an angel now? I bet that flying around is fun and stuff. I think you'd make a good angel, you never did fit Satan to me. Brother . . . why did you have to leave? I know like when Mommy and Daddy had to leave you said it was cause God wanted them back, but why did he take you? Couldn't you stay for just a little longer? Would God send you back for a little bit if I promised to be extra special good? Please? I miss you Brother. I don't like being alone." Sam turned on his side, looking away from the stars and closing his eyes. "You jerk, why'd you have to leave."

Sam felt himself drifting off to sleep before he looked up one last time in panic."I'm sorry I didn't mean that. I just . . , I love you Brother. Goodnight." Sam sighed with relief. His Brother had always said don't go to bed with hate, because it only lead to bad dreams and bitterness. Sam snuggled closer into the covers, now he could sleep in peace.

Hilary sighed. She had known that he wasn't alright, but she felt it was wrong for her to listen in to such a private conversation. No matter how one sided it may be. She looked down at her hands, putting them together she looked up at the sky. "I don't know if you are real or not God, but Sam seems to think so, and if he can still believe in you then it must be worth a shot. I don't know Ray like the guys do, but anyone that is friends with these guys has to be a good person, so if you could please help him and maybe help us find out where he is that would be great. Uh thanks, bye."

Hilary sighed. She had no idea if that was how you were suppose to do it, but at that very second she was willing to try anything.

I watched as the men pulled the helicopter door open, dragging out the bound neko-jin. I was glad I had taken the assignment, if I hadn't I never would have gotten to see this. He was glaring at the guards. They weren't paying him any real mind though. Which was their biggest mistake. He sliced threw the restraints, he had probably done it at some point on the helicopter and they just hadn't bothered to check.

Now it was to late as he drew his claws back, slashing one man across the throat and catching the others leg and hamstringing him. I couldn't help but applaud him. "Very good. You're skills have improved." Vale took off his gag, smiling at me as if nothing had happened. As if he didn't have a dead body beside him, and blood dripping from his hand. "Should have figured they would have a snake laying around somewhere, although I am a little surprised. I am use to snakes hiding better."

I smirked at him, he was baiting me, and he was doing a pretty good job of it. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Someone is in a surprisingly good mood? What happen'? You kill a puppy or something?" I turned from him. He could try to attack me if he wanted, but I knew his tricks. "Or something." I saw him pick up on of the guards coats, wiping of his hand as he walked after me.

Vale, of all the neko-jin's, was the most unstable. Which was why I had chosen him. The others had their own skills, but none of them had exactly what I needed. The problem would be getting him to corporate without his sister hanging around. "Hurt?" I looked down to where Vale was looking. My hand had been stretching involuntarily, working out the stiffness from where I had clutched my blade into my hand. "It's fine." I said in a measured voice.

Vale simply eyed in again. "Sure," He said with little thought. I put my hand in my pocket. I knew an advantage when I saw one, and my hand gave Vale a slight one. I quickened my gait. "We are going to be late." I said, causing Vale to quicken as well.

Eventually we reached the briefing room. A guy and a girl, both with duel hair of blonde and blue, sat in two of the chairs on the far side of the room. Upon our entry they looked up but quickly they looked back down at whatever they had. "Glad to see you both made it, take a seat by Kaoru and Makoto."[2] I looked carefully at the woman. "Who are you?" I asked as Vale took a seat by the male. "My name is Dr. K" The woman said.

I glared at her. "Liar." She stood from her seat completely indignant. "What did you say?" I stood up straight, no one dared question me, especially not some two bit hack making a place on a fake name. "Ignoring the fact that your hair is obviously dyed black, and the fact that you are to tall to be the real Dr. K. It may prove helpful in the future to, before you assume someones identity, check their family information. Dr. K. aka Dr. Abigail Kaberlin, is my mother. You Ma'am are most certainly no blood of mine."

It was obvious the imposter was shocked. I really didn't care that she was using my mother credentials, in fact if she ruined my mother's reputation it would be perfectly acceptable to me, but no one questioned me, ever. "You-you're mother. Impossible her records showed nothing of a child. You can't be her son." I smirked, this woman was going to be interesting. "Even if I wasn't you just confessed to not being Dr. Kaberlin, so save us all the trouble and don't pretend to be the all mighty controller here." and just like that, I was in command again. "If you don't mind." I said motioning to the chair across the table from where she currently sat.

It wasn't necessary, but she needed to know who was in charge unequivocally. Dr. K growled slightly but she knew I had won. She moved over and sat in the seat I had indicated. "Alright now that we are all present. Time for you to all know what we are doing here." I looked over all of them, but I watched Vale the closest. Like Bryan, Vale would either become a great asset or a bitter enemy.

"We have been given the honor of succeeding where the Demolition Boys failed. By recovering all of BioVolt's missing assets." The girl glared at me, her brown eyes identical to her brother's. Why oh why did I have to be stuck with so many twins.

"What makes you think that Kaoru and I are going to go along with this?"[2]. The duel haired boy nodded. "Yeah Makoto is right. We aren't pawns you know." Kaoru said indignantly. I ignored their out burst. "There is of course a multitude of missing property that we must acquire in order for this mission to be a success, but for now we will focus on these." I slide a file across the table to Vale. Kaoru and Makoto crowded around him to read it.

"Who's Ian?" Makoto asked, taking part of the file. "And Spencer?" Kaoru asked, taking another part. "The remains of the Demolition Boys team. Regardless of the blow heart, Dickinson, speech. Spencer, Ian, Bryan, and Tala all still belong to BioVolt, and they will continue to belong to BioVolt until they die."

Vale waved the file in front of his face. "How about this last pretty part. Last I heard everyone who's went off for this little piece has gotten a big fat failure placed by their name." I couldn't help but smirk. It was that piece that I was the most excited about, that was the piece that would finally start my plan into motion. "Then I suggest we don't fail."

Sam sat up in bed, holding on to his pillow for dear life. He wasn't going to sleep, not with nightmares like the one he had just had. He clutched his head, trying to shut down the memory of watching Lilith die, of watching his Brother go to his death. As well as his imagination that didn't cease. It created new horrors, vivid images of what his brother may have endured.

Finally he couldn't take it, he jumped from the bed, throwing his pillow at the images that ran before him. He clutched his eyes shut, putting his hands to his ears. If he couldn't see them, couldn't hear them, they didn't exist. It didn't help, it couldn't, because the memories were inside of him. He began moving back very quickly, trying to escape the memories. Finally his back hit a wall, hard.

The dresser he had ran into rocked as he slid to the ground. He opened his eyes as he heard something thump beside him. It was that black box. The box that his brother had died to protect, the box that had taken Ray from him, and now it had taken Tala, Kai, Max, and, Tyson from him as well. Now he may never get any of them back, as they all went after it, they may die because of it, yet there it sat as if nothing was wrong.

Sam grabbed the box throwing it as hard as he could at the wall, gasping when the box shattered and the blade came tumbling out. All of a sudden the memories seemed so much worse. Not only the new memories, but old ones. Memories he had thought he had buried away. The car accident that took his parents away from him, the people that threw them on the streets, the first men that came after them in the underground, the men who came and took Ray away the first time, Dean dying.

Everything, it was all just too much. He clutched his head again. Pulling his knees to his chest, he screamed. He knew that Hilary had heard him, but he didn't care he just wanted it all to stop. He screamed so loud that his lungs gave out. "I'll make it go away. Trust me, I'll make it all better. I can make it go away, just trust me." Sam looked around, his hands still about ripping his ears from his head. He couldn't see anyone or anything that the voice might have come from.

Then he saw the blade. It wasn't so bad really, it seemed alluring in a way. Like darkness can seem alluring when you want to hide away. And really that is what he wanted to do, he wanted to hide away from the pain, the memories. Just for a little while. Once everyone was back, once Ray was back, then he wouldn't need to hide anymore. He just needed to hide for now.

Max dug his hands into his pockets. Adjusting the strap of his bag, he looked up at the setting sun. He decided to walk through the mall area, just to see if Kenny happened to still be around. The mall area was all but empty this late in the day. Max had no idea why he thought Kenny might still be around but he figured he might as well look.

"Come on Kenny where are you bud?" Max sighed, pulling out his phone. He could go ahead and call Kenny's house, but he didn't want to worry the Chief's parents if he wasn't already home. After all Tala was right, chance were the Chief was fine, he had grown up in this city. Still Max was with Tyson, better safe then sorry. He stuffed the phone back in his pocket opposing his beyblade.

He started all the way back at the ally he had first meet Ixion in. He looked down along the ground, just kind of looking without really seeing. He would be lying if he said the girl didn't intrigue him. He had always been a flirt, but this girl she was something new. She wasn't the run of the mill girl, for all the obvious reasons, and then a few hidden reason that Max just couldn't wrap his head around. "Maybe I should talk to Hilary about her, she gets girls." He sighed, shifting his bag again.

"You looking for something?" Max turned around suddenly, his senses on high alert. The person that had asked the question was a tall male with dark blonde hair. Somewhere in his teenage years. He stood a good head taller then Max himself. He wore a sweatshirt and jeans but still had an imposing air that made Max step back a little. "No, just walking through." Max said making to leave.

The older male, ran a hand through his disheveled blonde hair. "You sure? Looks to me you are looking for someone." Max crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulder. "Not really, I was hoping to meet someone but they aren't here so I'll be going now." Max began trying to walk past the taller male again, but he blocked Max's way.

"You sure you aren't looking for that friend of yours? The short one, about yay tall, brown hair, glasses on top of his head." Max got a bad feeling about this. The taller blonde didn't look threatening, in fact aside from his height and somewhat tough appearance, he looked perfectly normal. That perhaps was the greatest cause of worry.

"Yes, how did you know?" Max asked, putting his hands into his pockets to get a hold of his blade. The blonde smiled. "You don't recognize me, eh?" Max narrowed his eyes, what was this guys game. The last thing they needed was another player coming in and making life harder. "Should I?"

The blonde shook his head, turning around and motioning with his head to Max. "Come on, I will take you to your friend. He is not hurt, don't worry. My friend and I simply needed to discuss some matters with him." Max thought about what to do for a few minutes before following the other teen.

The sun had went down and the two walked on under the light of streetlamps. Max looked backwards. They were walking away from his house, but he wasn't to worried. His dad thought he was spending another night at Tyson's so he wouldn't have been expecting him home anyways, of course that also meant that if something happened no one would know to look for him.

"So mind telling me where we are going?" The large teen shook his head. "Somewhere quiet to talk." Max sighed. He sincerely hoped he wasn't going to regret this.

Hilary sat up in bed. She could have sworn that she had heard a scream, and she wasn't going to chance the fact that she may have been imagining things. Not with the day she had been through, no way. She grabbed her robe and threw it on.

She went racing down the hall, not caring if she woke her parents up, heck she didn't care if she woke the whole neighborhood up. She reached the guest room in record time, knocking on the door while she was still out of breath. "Sam . . . Sam sweetie open up . . . Sammy?" She couldn't wait any longer after that. She walked into the room and almost screamed herself.

"Sam no!" She ran forward grabbing him by the waist and pulling him back from the blade. He had just barely touched it, but Hilary could tell something was wrong. He was struggling against her. "No, let me go. Give it back. Give it to me! Give it back!" He screamed reaching out for the blade. Hilary turned him around. His transparent blue eyes looked panicked. Hilary picked him up, and pulled him to the bed. She wrapped him up in a blanket so that she could carry him without him hitting her. He was still screaming at her to give him the blade.

She looked back when she got to the door. Glaring at the cursed object in the shattered center of the box. She took him back to her room and sat him down on her bed. She turned back to her door and locked it, surprised to find he had finally stopped screaming.

"Sam baby are you alright?" She asked, moving onto the bed next to him. Tears clung to the corners of his eyes as he looked at Hilary, panic still over whelming him. "Hilary . . . what's wrong with me?" He asked, clutching onto the girl for support. "Shush, shush, there there sweetie. You're all right now." She cooed, stroking his hair back from his eyes.

She felt him slowly calming down until finally she was sure he was asleep. Carefully she moved to lay down beside him. She knew tonight she wouldn't get any rest. She would watch over him, and in the morning she would call Tala and Kai. That blade could not stay with Sam, no matter how much he wanted it.

[1] Haha Sora Show reference for the win!

[2] If anyone can get the twins reference I salute you. If not I will let you all know next chapter, kay?

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Well I know it wasn't a quick update, but it was quicker right? Plus it was longer (bonus) I am actually excited for this to hurry up, cause the next chapters are where I get to have fun.

On to reviews (Seriously, I have nothing for these AN's)

NighttimeFirefly: Thanks, I really wish I could say the updates are going to get more frequent but thanks for the reviews they mean a lot to me. Seriously.

Mimi 007: Wow, sorry you are so tired, I was actually doing the same thing a few days ago, but hey you read it. I am proud of you to, I had a time remembering everything in this story as well, so good job on memory improvements. Well thankfully both Bryan and 10-7-04 are going to be in the story a lot more coming soon. Don't worry about Vale to much, he can take care of himself. Ah yes the laugh, the laugh is something I could not resist (our talks of course) Hope you had a good night's rest and feel better (Cause no one in this chapter is having a goodnight)

Poppies in July: *Gives a cookie to you for making my day* You literally made my day with this review, especially the comment about my OC's, one of my greatest fears is that they wont meld with the Cannon characters and people will think they are becoming more important.

Sweet Minaa: Oh my gosh you give me such nice and long reviews. They make me so happy to read. First, you reread my whole story? Wow, that is so awesome, although I feel bad for you though, reading those old chapters my grammar was really bad. You are right Boris dying would make everyone's life better, but ah well. Well I kind of had what you expected happen with the neko's but with a twist, that is going to get better I think. Sorry about the last chapter, I didn't proof read it at all, which means it was pretty bad, but I figured I better send it while I was thinking about it.

(Well that is about it I think.)

Thanks for reading.

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