A/N hey sorry for the short chapter last time. Enjoy and review!
Warning: mild violence
Disclaimer: I don't own beybalde or the OC Thalassa
Boris had a lot of weapons inside his room, which wasn't good for me.
It was good for him though.
Like when he nearly sliced off my hand with the curved blade with a picture of flowers on it (not very accurate)?
Or like when he ripped my leg open with those shiny golden (at least they were) daggers?
I guess I should've listened to Bryan…
I didn't even scream as he tore me apart. I just took the pain silently, thinking about the one person that I loved so much it hurt—and I blacked out.
Somewhere…
Kai stared hard at Tala, trying to see what had taken over the redhead Russian.
The others had gone ahead, Ian calling, "here, little bitbeast, here little bitbeast!"
Tala collapsed on the ground in front of Kai, his shoulders shaking.
"Tala."
"…"
"Tala."
"…"
"IVANOV LOOK AT ME!"
Tala flinched; his shoulders shook even harder. Kai felt slightly guilty, but he sat down next to his best friend and sighed.
"Is it…Fire?"
Tala looked up. His lower lip trembled and his eyes filled with unshed tears.
"Y-yes."
(Sapphire P.O.V.)
When I woke up, every part of my body hurt. My vision was blurry, but I could make out a blonde mess, running around and cooling my forehead with a wet towel.
I raised my head slightly, letting out a hiss of pain as my neck gave a sharp twist.
"Lie still, Fire."
"Thalassa?" I whispered in a cracked voice. I raised my head to find her ocean-blue eyes staring at me with worry and concern.
"I guess I look pretty crappy, huh?"
She smiled a little, dabbing some liquid onto my leg that burned like Fire (no pun intended).
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