XP: Sorry for taking so long again ^^;;
Didn't know whether the idea of Melia was good :/
Oh my god so sorry I updated the wrong file. This is the correct one. Sorry KirayHimawari!
Thanks to all who reviewed chapter 10: ppurple (which is a cute name), Kiray Himawari, ash1692 for reviewing!
***Start with Tala!***
Well, he was back. Tala gave a bitter smile. Perhaps he really brought about destruction to those he loved. Boris always said the death of Alina, his mother, was his fault. He didn't understand why, though. Tala hummed thoughtfully. Alina, his mother, was a fragile and gentle woman. She had long, curly red locks which fell to her waist, and warm blue eyes that seemed understanding. When Tala was a little boy, he loved to play with her hair and look into her pretty eyes, eyes blue like his. He remembered how she was warm, how she loved him, kissing his forehead every night, until...
One day, she was gone. Tala had been four. She never came home for days, and Tala was sobbing and hungry.
And Boris came and took him away.
Tala closed his eyes, resting against the cold wall of the cell.
And Melia.
***Story with Melia***
Melia had been a boy in the abbey, four years older than Tala. He was skilled in beyblading, but he seemed to be stuck at that level, never improving. Good enough to be the best of all the amateurs, but not not improving enough to become one of the elites. He had been in Tala's division, division D of the younger abbey boys. There was division B to H, and the ones, who passed the competition that occurred once a year, would go to A, the top, and would be specially trained and put into a beyblade team for world competitions. There were more and more divisions each year, as more abbey boys were 'recruited'.
Since he was four, he had been in the same division as Melia. Melia, one of the oldest in the division, had taken it upon himself to subtly take care of younger members. At first, when they were younger, everyone was kept in the same cell, with deliberately only a few beds to let them fight over it. Only those punished would be separated into a different cell. There were power fights over the food in other divisions, but theirs was relatively peaceful. It was understood that the injured and sick would use the beds, or else the older ones. Their food was split accordingly to age, the younger less and the older more, but everyone would have at least a bit to eat. Sometimes the older ones would forfeit their food to the younger ones if they were hurt or sick.
But Biovolt never knew of their system. They were smart about it. Sometimes the older ones would mock fight. Sometimes they would fight for real when they were angry. They used the blood of the injured to smear it around, making it seem like the aftermath of fighting. It was a comfort for all of them in the division, they knew they would be fairly treated after a tiring and painful day. However, when the sick and young were not dying, Boris's attention was caught. So Melia took on the role of protector. The older boys agreed on this, and would often fight and lose to Melia, pretending to want the food and bed, and Melia would offer it to the hurt and sick when he won.
Everyone liked Melia. Melia was a lean boy with curly brown hair, freckles, and green eyes. In beybattles, he depended on speed and quick thinking. He had a cyber bitbeast of a fox, and he was smart and witty like one. However, his strength and defense were lacking, though his techniques were good. It caused him some of his battles, and he never won the tournaments to get into A division. Or that was what everyone thought.
Since Tala held much of Boris's attention, Tala was often punished for not doing as well as Boris wanted him to. Which was why, Tala often had Melia helping him in terms of the food and bed. They had developed a bond in the process. Melia treated him like a younger brother, always concerned over him and joking with him. Tala viewed him with respect and loved attention from Melia. There was just something they really liked about each other. Tala's innocence and bright smiles, the way his blue eyes twinkled when praised by Melia, was why Melia secretly trained him. And Melia's optimism, gentleness, and green eyes that hid nothing like doors to his soul, made Tala want to spend as much time with him as possible, striving to improve quickly.
So when the new battle system came up, where losers would be killed, all the boys of the different divisions were anxious. In fact, there were even murders and fights happening across divisions to kill stronger competition. It was brutal. Division D, however, agreed on fair play the night before the competition. By then Tala was 6, and Melia 10, and they were both confident to last until the final few rounds at least. Everyone had huddled in a circle, put arms around each other, and whispered words of good luck and goodbye.
And on the day of competition, they all fought their best, and true enough, Tala and Melia both lasted to the final few rounds of their division. And they soon had to face off each other. Melia had thrown Tala a smirk, and Tala had smirked back, and they had given fake words of trash talk.
"I'm gonna beat you into the ground, twerp."
"Yeah right, Melia, ya know you've never won in these competitions!"
"You won't be talking so smug later, when you're dragged off!"
3. Tala's smirk wavered. He stared up into Melia's eyes, blue eyes showing despair.
2. Melia only grinned all the brighter, reassuring his younger friend.
1. Tala gave a faint smile in return, and a look of understanding and acceptance was shared.
"LET IT RIP!"
It was a long battle. But Tala could tell that Melia wasn't fighting him with full force.
"MELIA! DON'T LOOK DOWN ON ME!" Tala had screamed angrily. He wanted to fight fairly, and leave with no regrets if he lost, knowing he lost to his older mentor and friend. They had fought before during their trainings, and they won each other every now and then, sometimes ending in a tie. He wanted a last battle with Melia.
And Melia increased a little effort. But it still wasn't his full potential. Tala could see it in his eyes. He wanted Tala to win.
"I knew this would happen!" Boris laughed. "I've always wanted an excuse to get rid of that pathetic excuse of a blader. He has too much emotions! But he was teaching you, Tala, making you progress so much faster. So I decided to keep him alive!"
Tala stared up at Boris in shock.
"I've already decided to kill him today whether he won or lost!" Boris sneered, and Tala could see the defeat in Melia's eyes. Melia, who never once gave up. Melia, who always saw the bright side of things. Melia, whose eyes always had this twinkle of hope.
"M-Melia...?" Tala whispered. He didn't want to know the truth.
And Melia's beyblade was knocked out. It clattered quietly outside the beydish. Melia did not dare to look at Tala. It was quiet, except for the quiet whirring of Tala's beyblade.
"You killed your mother, and now, you'll cause Melia's death too!"
And Tala watched Melia get dragged off. Unlike other boys, Melia had no scream, no pleas. He hung his head, hiding his eyes behind his hair.
"MELIA!" Tala moved to chase after him, but he was blocked by Boris. "NO, MELIA! MELIAAAA!" He was held back by guards, and was pulled away back to a single cell, where he was punished for showing emotions.
And he never saw Melia again.
One of the older boys that used to be in his division spoke to him days later.
"Melia could've won all those competitions. But he stayed for us. Stayed... for you. He liked you a lot, treated you like his own kin, you know. You were special to him..." He said solemnly.
"He's gone... he's really gone...?" Tala has asked brokenly, covered in bandages. His hands were shaking as he gripped onto the shirt of his senior.
He nodded, a look of sympathy in his eyes, before coldness replaced it. "Good luck kid. Hope you can stay in division A."
And the two never spoke to each other again. In the end, everyone in Division D was killed, no matter whether they were good enough or not, everyone except Tala. All to teach Tala a lesson.
And when Tala went back to visit the D division cell years later, it was completely empty. He had searched the place then, and found a little message carved beneath a bed.
Do not let Boris win. Do not let him break your spirit. Forgive me for leaving you.
Melia.
And Tala, to this day,tried hard to live by Melia's last message, and he always tried his hardest to not let Biovolt take away his personality and his will.
***End story of Melia***
"Penny for your thoughts?" Boris mocked. Tala hadn't even realized the man had stood before him until now, lost in his memories of Melia. Tala stared up at him defiantly from his spot on the ground. He would not be beaten down again. He would not ever forget Melia's last teaching ever again.
"What do you want, sir?" Tala spat in contempt, standing up and brushing himself off.
"Ha! Glad to see that spirit of yours back," Boris sneered. "You see, even now, your little friends haven't even come for you! They don't care about you anymore!"
"That means they're safe from your slimy clutches," Tala snorted, rolling his eyes.
Boris snarled, and backhanded Tala roughly, causing Tala to stumble. Tala grinned, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Tala had inner strength now, endless strength that came from somewhere within him, as though Melia had bestowed it upon him. "Don't I look like Alina? Did you treat her this way too? I bet that was why she left your sorry ass!" Tala laughed cruelly.
Boris punched him so hard that Tala flew back and hit the wall.
"Hit the nail on the head then, didn't I?" Tala snickered, standing back up, fire in his eyes.
"You little whore!" Boris lunged at Tala, and Tala sidestepped at the last moment.
"Did you call me mother that too? Does it make you feel better, more superior than the little dog you actually are, licking Voltaire's boots?" Tala said harshly.
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" Boris grabbed Tala's collar and slammed him back into the wall. Tala's head hit the wall, which cracked under the pressure. Rocks and dust started to crumble, mixed with the steady drip of blood. Even with his eyes glazed, Tala's eyes were fierce. "Oh really now? I THINK I GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT!"
Tala's lips were covered in a harsh and bruising kiss, before Boris hissed and moved back, his lips bleeding. Tala bared his fangs and gave a feral grin, lips bloodied. "You forced yourself upon her like this too? Because you couldn't have her willingly?"
"SHUT UP!" Boris roared, shaking Tala.
Tala only laughed maniacally, and kept laughing and laughing as Boris hit him.
"You're MINE, YOU'RE MINE!" Boris growled.
"I'm not yours, and I'll never be, and you know it!" Tala shouted back, and knocked his head to Boris's. Boris stumbled back and held his head, a trickle of blood flowing from his mouth to his chin.
"IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE ELSE WILL!" Boris snarled. "I'm going to kill everyone single person you care about in front of your very eyes!"
Tala's eyes widened then. "Why can't you just fucking kill me instead, you pedophile? What the bloody hell is wrong with you? How many more people must you kill before you're satisfied?"
"I will never be satisfied! I will only be satisfied when you are truly mine!" Boris smirked. "Just you wait... I'll kill them slowly, one by one. In fact, I already have the little twerp!" His cruel smirk widened when he saw the horrified look on Tala's face.
***With Kai***
"Kai, listen," Brooklyn urged. "Tala has a program which restricts him from killing Boris and makes him protect Boris from harm of other people. Boris will let down his guard around Tala. We just need to get to his chip and change the codes in there. There is this range system thing in place so we can only access Tala's chip in close proximity. But there is also this false chip in place which causes a self destruct button to kill all those in range when someone skilled enough can actually hack in."
Kai blinked. There was too much technological stuff.
"We need to contact Ian," Brooklyn said finally. "Ian should be able to figure out how to do it."
"How do we contact Ian, though?" Spencer said quietly, emerging from the doorway. Brooklyn flinched in surprise, but Kai seemed unfazed, as though he knew Spencer had been there.
"He's caught, I don't know," Brooklyn chewed on his lower lip. "That's the thing."
"I have something the twerp gave me last time," Bryan said from his perch on the window. He took out an envelope and showed them all the coded note. Everyone stared at it for a minute.
"I have something hidden in the hidden compartment of my drawer," Kai read, deciphering it easily. "To get to it, you need to get the key, hidden in Bryan's porn stash."
...
"WHAT? THAT TWERP'S BEEN GOING THROUGH MY PORN STASH?" Bryan raged.
"Wow, Kai, how did you do it so fast?" Spencer mumbled.
"Apparently I'm a 'gifted child'," Kai snorted. "As Voltaire said."
"Let's hurry!" Brooklyn bursted out suddenly, causing everyone to turn and stare at him. He blushed in embarrassment.
All of them smirked at Brooklyn, before they went into Bryan's room, who removed part of the carpet, took out a plank of wood, and showed his amazing stack of porn magazines and discs. He ruffled through them for a while, while Spencer looked away and Brooklyn glanced shyly in his direction every now and then. Kai however, stared intently, trying to see what Ian hid.
It was a tiny device, much like a phone. When Bryan held it up, Brooklyn immediately went over to take it, looking it over. There were numbers on it, like you were supposed to call him somehow.
"Bryan, what would you type first if you found this?" Kai smirked.
"Huh? I dunno, 123456?" Bryan shrugged. Brooklyn pressed in the exact numbers when Kai gave him a purposeful glance.
The device lighted up and started to call someone.
Ian's shoe vibrated lightly, tickling the soles of his feet. He was sore all over, and in pain, lying face down on the ground. He supposed Boris didn't know what to do with him yet, and as such didn't go to elaborate measures of torture, doing the old-fashioned beating up instead. he forced himself to sit up and wriggled off his shoe, pulling out the sole of the shoe to take out of phone like device, pressing a button.
"Ian here."
"TWERP!" Bryan's voice hollered. Ian immediately lowered the volume.
They told him about Brooklyn's findings.
"Well, I can't construct a device from here, you know," Ian said dryly. "I have no proper tools, and I think Boris broke one of my fingers."
"I can," Brooklyn replied. "But i need your guidance. Just teach me how and I'll take it from there.
"And how will the device be brought here?" Ian asked, puzzled.
"..."
"I'll be bait," Bryan and Spencer said at once. They glanced at each other.
"Boris is less likely to kill me," Spencer murmured. "It is more likely to succeed with me. He doesn't think I will have any hidden weapons or anything on me."
"Fine, but if you don't come back in a day I'm going," Bryan accepted grudgingly.
Ian started to brief Brooklyn, who listened in concentration, absorbing everything like a sponge, because he was a genius!
"Oh hey, I think someone's coming. You can decode some files in my computer to read some hacking stuff to help you. Bye!" Ian hurriedly hung up and placed the mini device and the bottom of his shoe back.
"Why are you here? WHY ARE YOU HERE!" Tala screamed in his face as he was shoved into his cell by guards.
"Tala!" Ian said, eyes widening. A smile started to show on his face upon seeing his feisty and beloved captain. However, when he took in Tala's appearance, his smile fell. Tala's hair hung low around his shoulders, looking messy. His face was ghastly pale, his lips were bruised and bleeding, and his clothes had tears here and there. He was much skinnier than when Ian had last saw him. His blue eyes were alight with anger and desperation, and Ian could soon see he was limping.
The back of his shirt was bleeding profusely, and he appeared to be in much pain.
"Tala? What did Boris do to you?" Ian gasped.
"No, you answer me first, how did he capture you? You stupid idiot, after you, surely the whole team will start coming to be caught, and it'll be abbey days all over again!" Tala shouted, his voice wavering.
"I... I was careless, I got tricked. Don't worry, the others have a plan..." Ian said in a small voice.
"You bloody idiots..." Tala knelt down and hugged Ian tightly, and Ian accepted the gesture with a smile, despite the pain of his bruises. He lightly raised his arms to encircle Tala, and Tala winced when Ian made careful and gentle contact. Startled, Ian let go and pushed Tala away from him.
"Let me see your back."
"No!" Tala growled, moving away defensively.
"Why? What did he do?"
"...Punishment for my act of defiance. He wanted to prove a point," Tala snorted, making a sour expression.
"Come on, Tala, you can trust me," Ian begged. "I'll help you clean up and bandage the wound. It'll leave a large and permanent scar if I don't. And it might get infected..."
At that, Tala frowned. He did not want it to stay forever, surely. He quietly turned around to give Ian access to his back. Ian gingerly lifted the back up, to see...
"Oh my god..." Ian whispered, tears forming in his eyes. "how could he...?"
I belong to Boris.
It was carved into Tala's pretty, pale skin, standing out in a fresh, bloody red. Tala didn't say a word, only staring in front of him. Ian used whatever he could, a cup of water, strips of cloth from his shirt, to clean the wound and bandage it. Tala tensed and flinched every now and then, but never uttered a word of complain in pain.
"It isn't looking good, Tala, I think it'll scar," Ian bit his lips as Tala rolled his shirt down.
"I know," Tala mumbled, closing his eyes. His hugged his knees to his chest and rested his head there. Ian eyed Tala's bony back sadly.
"That's all you say, Tala?" Ian asked in a trembling voice, tears about to fall.
"Nothing I can do about it, is there?" Tala replied quietly.
"Haha! I knew you'd act so much stronger when your team mates are here," Boris sneered, walking towards the cell. "Days ago, you'd cry and scream and lie brokenly.
"No matter what you do to my body, I would never belong to you," Tala looked up and smiled confidently. "And you know that, don't you? So like the pathetic jealous bastard you are, you do things to my body."
Boris seethed. "You won't be smiling when I'm through with all the Blitzkrieg Boys. Just you wait.
Tala flinched as though physically struck, fear seeping into his eyes.
Hurry Kai, hurry and save Ian...
***End of chapter***
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