Author's note: I couldn't stop writing, so this chapter came out pretty quick.
I'm sorry to those who may be a fan of Mariah, but I personally can't stand her and is own new antagonist to this story.
WARNING: Alcohol use, Drug use, and Rape. (I will put bold before), I tried to make it a non descriptive or upsetting as possible, I don't want to startle anyone who maybe a victim of this vile act who maybe reading this. My heart goes out to you, and I hope you get the healing you deserve.
As always, thank you for reading. Make sure to leave a review, tell me if you like it or hate it.
Till next time.
His breath had caught in his throat, his sad red eyes roaming over the lifeless form beneath him. He couldn't find the strength to continue crying, had used up the rest of his reservoir hours ago. His hands were trembling as they were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white. The room was cold and stale, the smell of cleaner hung in the air around them. Bryan's crying the only noise that filled the room, as he stood on the other side of the metal table that held their friend, their past lover. Kai did his best not to look at the bruising that decorated the pale flesh, now cold and paler than before. The peaceful look that graced his features reminded Kai of the times he'd wake up, Tala wrapped securely in his arms. He couldn't help those feelings from surfacing, he had known Tala for almost his entire life. He was an anchor that he needed, no matter how much they broke each other down in the process of their one-sided love.
Bryan stiffened, rubbing his face with the sleeve of his shirt as the funeral director stepped into the room. He waited patiently for the two to face him, years from the line of work had honed his skills to a fine point. He knew when and what to say, just by looking at the grieving party. With a soft smile, he nodded to the two, ushering them out of the room and into his office.
The director took a seat behind his desk as Kai and Bryan sat across from him in two stiff-back chairs.
"I understand that Mr. Ivanov has no living relatives, so you two are going to be made his next of kin for the time being. We have some paperwork that will need to be filled out so we can start the process." He fumbled in his desk drawer, pulling out a stack of stapled papers, pushing them across the table.
Bryan reached out, but Kai had snatched them from the desk before his fingers even brushed the paper. Too weak to argue, Bryan stiffened in his chair as Kai glanced over the top page.
"We have a viewing room to the right of this office, we can arrange anything you wish. Also, we have the casket to think about which you can browse our wares at the back of the building. The last page is our pricing list." The director said as he watched Kai flip through the stack.
Bryan shifted in his seat at the man's words, noticing the look he gave Kai as he said those words. Pain washed away and anger took hold, though he didn't dare say what was on his mind when he saw Kai's side glare at him.
"We'd like to look at them, thank you." Kai said, clearing his throat before speaking. He stuffed the stack of papers on the inside of his coat pocket before standing.
"Of course, right this way please." The director stood, ushering them out of his office.
The room was warmer this time, and a soft glow from the overhead lights made the room feel homier. The only reminder of where they were, were the caskets that lined the walls and were on display in the middle of the room. Bryan broke from Kai's side as he started down the length of the wall on his right, sneering as he glanced over each one. Kai stood in the middle of the room, turning his head as he took them all in.
"Do you have any in white?" His voice cracked slightly.
"We can have one special ordered."
Bryan gave Kai a look over his shoulder, brow raised in question. He knew Tala would have scoffed at the idea of a white casket, as if showing the world he was some saint of some sort. As if reading his mind Kai turned to face Bryan.
"He loved the snow." Kai bit back a tear.
Nodding, as if he understood now, Bryan shoved his hands in his pockets. Coming up to stand next to Kai, as close as possible without touching him. He needed the warmth the other had radiating off him, the closeness of the other bringing a slight comfort to him. Just as it always had.
The following days leading up to the viewing were fast and a blur, the air around the house was stale and heavy. Kai had dismissed his butler and maids for the time being, mostly keeping to his study and raiding his alcohol cabinet when his emotions came over him. Bryan had stayed at their house, unable to go back to his own home for the time being. He stayed in the spare room, occasionally popping into the study with Kai to drown out their despair.
Ray kept around the house, trying to keep busy so his mind didn't wander. He had been tasked with contacting everyone he knew from the blading world, giving them the time, date and location of the viewing. He didn't think to have told Max not to invite the White Tigers, and when they arrived at the viewing he was too weak to protest.
Kai paid them no mind, and neither did Bryan. They were too busy with the other guests who had come to pay their respects to Tala. Most of the women cried as they said their goodbyes, making a line to pass the casket and shake Kai and Bryan's hands as they found their seats. They didn't want to drag the funeral on, so the viewing and final resting were going to take place on the same day. The casket had been closed and sealed the day prior, white flowers adorned the walls and stands around it.
They kept to the front end of the casket, while Spencer stood at the foot. The tall burly man had tear streaks down his face, a tissue clutched in one hand as he shook hands with the other; as people passed by him.
Ray sat in the front row, ever careful not to get trapped in a corner by his old teammates who had yet to step up. He didn't need to burden Kai more with worry, and he didn't need the extra stress on his body. His muscles relaxed a bit as Max sat down next to him, arm hung around his shoulders. Only Max had known of his struggles with Tala, and the embrace was comforting.
Tyson was at the head of the casket, holding his hat in his hands at his side. Tears and snot rolled down his face, his sobbing was more of a blubber of words. Kai was too weak to even muster an eye roll or snide remark in his head. Though part of him knew how close Tyson had been with Tala. After taking down BEGA all those years ago, the two had become good friends. Tala and Tyson would even call each other up and talk for hours on end, a slight flit of happiness swirled in the pit of Kai's stomach.
As Tyson finished shaking Bryan's hand, he reached out for Kai. With a soft smile Kai pulled Tyson into his chest, giving him a soft pat on the back. Tyson's blubbering had stopped amid the unfamiliar hug, and when he pulled away he could only muster a faint smile. Taking his seat beside Max, as he wrapped his arms around his lover.
Ray took the chance to flash Kai a soft smile of his own, getting one in return. The smile faded as Kai's eyes fell on Lee, leading the other White Tigers towards him. His back stiffened and he folded his hands in front of him, nails digging into his skin. He wasn't prepared for anything they may say or do, not now at least. The air in Ray's lung got caught in his stomach, curious eyes falling on his ex-teammates.
Peacefully they paid their respects, giving firm handshakes to Spencer, Bryan and Kai before silently walking past Ray. A low growl escaped his throat as his eyes locked onto Mariah's, as she gave him a coy wink. His skin crawled and his muscles tightened, only to relax a bit under Max's arms.
"You're alright. Be strong." Max whispered to him, giving a friendly squeeze before settling back into his own chair.
Once everyone had settled into their chairs behind him, Kai came and sat on the empty seat to Ray's left. Bryan and Spencer taking the seats on the end of the row to the right, as the funeral director took his place in front of the casket. Clasping his hands together he said a few parting words, and asked for those who were not the bearers to head to the final resting sight.
As the crowd ushered out in silent sobs and cries, Kai stood taking his place by the head of the casket followed by Bryan on the other side. Spencer took the middle with one of the funeral workers. Max left with his mother and father while Tyson and Ray took their spots at the foot of the casket. Upon the director's orders they lifted the casket, carrying it outside of the building to the final resting place.
The sun was starting to become less visible by the time the director gave a few more parting words. Others from the group got up and said a few short words, some of them not really knowing what to say since they hardly knew Tala. Tyson's speech was long and trailed off to words of friendship and beybattles, though the others in the crowd stayed silent. A small smile had crept up the corners of Kai's lips, as Tyson continued to ramble on.
Bryan just stood, his back turned towards the crowd as he rested a shaking hand on the white smooth finish of the casket. His back was trembling as he bit back tears, Spencer rose from his seat and pulled him back to sit. Resting his arms around the smaller Russians shoulders, letting him cry into his chest. Kai didn't dare stand, or say any words. He was afraid of breaking even further than he already was, and just sat with his hung head low bangs covering his eyes. The only thing that seemed to be keeping him grounded was Ray's hand, entwined with his.
Quietly they took turns shoveling dirt over the top of the casket once it had been lowered. A few last whispered goodbyes clung in the air around them, some departing before the others as they had to continue with their lives. Kai and Bryan stood over the vast hole in the ground, just staring in an uncomfortable silence.
"Hey. We should get going. It looks like it's about to rain." Ray spoke softly, after gently tapping on Kai's shoulder to get his attention.
They both looked up at the darkening sky, nodding in silent understanding of the impending down pour. They started away, fingers entwined towards their car, Bryan and Spencer closely behind.
Lively chatter filled his home, giving it the kind of peace it desperately needed after the last few days of sadness and gloom. Kai kept to the living room, glass half filled with vodka as he lazily sipped at it. He wasn't in the mood to play host now, and had called back his servants to tend to his guests. Bryan sat to his left on the couch, drinking as much as he could.
The happy chatter made them both more miserable, but in the back of their minds they knew that life had to go on. Kai also knew that Ray needed this, needed the support and comfort of his friends. He could hear them in the kitchen, laughing about something Tyson had said. Ray's laughter warmed Kai to a small extent, knowing that as soon as they all left Ray wouldn't be smiling for a while again.
A large spread of food had been prepared for those that had remained in Kai's home, Dickinson had insisted he'd pay for everything and Kai didn't object. Judy had come to speak to him, giving him her condolences and stated that they should talk about business while she was there. Nodding he stood, showing her to his study. Ray's eyes followed Kai's back as he stepped out of the living room, giving him a soft smile before he disappeared behind the door to his study.
Dickinson had finally left, giving his last condolences to Bryan and spencer. Hiro and Hilary followed soon after, along with Brooklyn and Ming-Ming. Bryan and Spencer had gone back to Bryan's to sort through some things.
Ray stifled a yawn where he was sitting at the bar of the kitchen, Kai and Judy had yet to come from the study and Max and Tyson had yet to leave because they rode with her. He hadn't heard his ex-teammates for a while now, and figured they had left some time ago. Sleep was racking his brain, and he said his goodnights to the other two in the kitchen. Not wanting to disturb their meeting Ray walked past the study, fighting to keep his eyes open long enough to make it to his bed.
(RAPE WARNING STARTS HERE)
A glass of water sat on the side table by the bed, one that hadn't been there before; at least that he could remember. He didn't pay no mind to it and took a quick drink before stripping his clothes. His fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, cursing under his breath as his head started to grow heavy. Falling over on his side onto the bed, hands still clutching at his clothes as a burning sensation ran through him. He hissed and pulled the belt, breaking the clasp. Kicking his pants off, and rolling on his stomach.
A knot was forming in the pits if his stomach, as a warning alarm was sounding in his head. He was tired, he knew that. This feeling was different, it caused his skin to crawl and the hair on his body to stand on end. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear the door to the closet open slowly, but he didn't have the strength to turn his head and look behind him.
A cold hand came down on his back under his shirt, a feral sounding purr breaking the silence. His body tensed and a growl shook his body, warning the hidden figure to stay back. The alcohol in his system was dulling his senses, but he knew it wasn't Kai's scent he could smell. Although it was still a familiar scent all the same, he couldn't place a finger on who it belonged to.
The hand drew circles on his back, causing his body to flare up under the touch. His body reacting in a way he didn't will it too, barring a fang at the intruder.
"I've been drugged!" His mind screamed amongst the alarms sounding off in his head.
Sharp nails dug into the nape of his neck, past the braid he held his hair in. The hand that held those dagger like nails dug into his hair, twisting his head around. He could faintly see pink, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he could feel his body being shifted onto his back. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he could feel the cold air of the room bite at his exposed skin.
- "NO!" His mind screamed, though his body reacted without him willing it to and he arched his back at the hands and mouth that touched his body.
- "Stop! Someone help!" His eyes shot open only long enough to watch her crawl over the top of him, a cold chill running down his flustered body.
- He bit his lip to keep from moaning out in pleasure to the feeling, he didn't like it, didn't wish for it, didn't want it. A low mewl escaped her lips as she dug her hips into his, nails raking his chest.
- Throwing his head back as he shut his eyes tight, the knot in the pit of his stomach rolling, as he knew he couldn't stop it.
- "Oh Ray!" Her voice felt like spikes in his ears as she tossed her head back, riding out his climax.
"NO! NO! NO! NO!" He clutched the sheets, knuckles turning white as he bit his lip drawing blood.
He could feel her body roll off his, the sounds of clothing and feet shuffling around him. He couldn't stand, couldn't roll over even. The drugs in his system had done their job and he was powerless to do anything; to stop her from doing what she had done. All he managed to do was whimper like a beaten down dog, tears running down his face. The door closing behind her was like a loud bell ringing in his head, and he flinched at the sound. The air around him cooled his flustered body, and he just laid there unmoving.
His head was sore from where she had pulled at his hair roughly, whispering and moaning his name. With the little strength he could muster, he rolled off the bed before puking, holding his stomach as all its contents spilled to the floor. His hair was disheveled from her constant pulling, the strands brushing into his stomach contents below him. He used the arm he had against the bed to push himself away, landing on his side as he stared at the closed door. Tears streaming and burning his eyes, his body now cold as the drug started to loosen its hold on him; still lingering in the depths of his mind.
"Kai…"
(END WARNING)
"I think we have an agreement then?" Judy smiled as she swirled the wine glass in her hand.
Kai nodded, as he leaned back in his chair. A weight lifting from his tired shoulders, he was glad to have come to this agreement with her. He respected the Tates and what their company strived to do, he stood hand outstretched clasping hers tightly.
"It's getting late, we should be heading out now. Once again Kai, I am terribly sorry for your loss and all the trouble Mariah has caused." Her hand lingered around his as she spoke, he nodded again cold sad eyes drawing to the floor.
Crossing the study before she reached the door, he pulled it back for her and offered her to go first. She gave him a warm smile before walking past, going back into the kitchen to fetch her sons. Kai on her heel as he noticed the chatter had died down considerably, he gave a friendly nod to Tyson who had waved at him; mouth full of pastries.
"C'mon boys, it's time we leave." Judy called to them as she stood in the door way of the kitchen.
Kai had walked around her, gathering some of the leftover food and piling it on a plate. Tyson stopped behind him and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder before leaving, Max giving him a warm smile as he followed his mother out.
"Where's Ray?" Kai called, Max stopping in the middle of the corridor.
"He went off to bed about an hour ago." Max turned and waved, Kai nodded back as he watched the blonde bounce down the corridor.
The door clicking shut behind them, Kai's shoulders slumped forward as the air around him settled. He sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, numbingly picking at his food. His brain was wrecked from everything, he needed a shower and sleep. Paper work would have to wait till later, and he picked at what he wanted till he felt full enough to leave. Silently he made his way up the ebony stairs, locking the front door as he passed it. As he stepped onto the landing a smell lingered in the air, causing him to pause for a second. Chalking it up to sleep deprivation he shook his head, continuing to his room.
The door slowly creaked open, not wanting to wake Ray he stepped around it carefully. The smell returning in full force as he entered, and froze. His hands trembling at the sight before him, unsure if what he was seeing was real; he blinked a few times. A lump formed in his throat and he stumbled closer, hands outstretched for the locks of raven that clung around Ray's form.
He had managed to sit up, leaning his shoulder against their bed a few inches from the pile of his stomach contents. He had pulled a sheet from the bed around himself, trembling as he held it close to him. Kai bit back the urge to puke as the smell reached him, he knelt beside Ray and brushed his hand over his cheek.
With a snarl and hiss Ray pulled back, smacking Kai's hand away. Kai's hand hung in the air above their heads, shaking harder now as he looked Ray over. Bruises and claw marks adorned his tan skin, some around his neck while others covered his face. Some looked old, while others still seeped new blood. His pale lips were turning blue and black, from forced kissing and sharp teeth.
"R… Ray…" His life seemed to be crashing down around him all at once, first Tala and now this. If it wasn't from the training at the Abbey he would have cracked and shattered, like glass being smashed by a hammer.
He placed his hand to his side and sat down beside him, not wanting to touch him or startle him again. A dark tension hung over their heads, and Ray shifted slightly once in a more comfortable position. Kai's red eyes seemed to be burning through him now, as if he was trying to find the answer to his unspoken question.
"What can I do?" His words cracked, trying to still his breathing.
Ray stiffened against his words, they were like nails on a chalk board. Kai glanced over him and jumped to his feet, stalking out the bedroom door digging for his phone in his pocket.
"No, come back… Don't leave me in here." For the first time Ray glanced up, only to watch Kai disappear from the room.
"Max." It took a minute for Max to respond, he had never heard Kai sound scared; and hurt.
"Kai, what's the matter?" He spoke softly, having regained his voice.
"I… I don't know what to do, shit! This too fucking much, I can't take it! I need you to come back, I… there's nothing I can do for him right now… I need you here, Ray needs you here. Bring Tyson for all I care, just get here now." He was in tears again, biting his bottom lip trying to stop the flow.
"A… Alright Kai, I'll get there as soon as I can." Max fumbled with his phone and the line went dead.
Kai slid down the wall he was standing against to his knees, pulling them close to his chest as he could no longer control the flow of tears. He could only think of a few scenarios that could leave Ray the way he was, and he didn't like any of them. A boiling rage formed in the pit of his stomach, sad eyes turned angry as he stared at the wall ahead of him. He tried to still his breathing, it wouldn't take long for Max to come back and he needed to calm himself before he did something he'd regret.
He had started to doze off against the wall when loud banging sounded at the door below him. Jumping to his feet and almost stumbling as he ran to the stairs, he caught himself against the railing and pulled himself together as he reached the first floor. Unlocking the door, he stepped back allowing Max into the room.
"Sorry it took me a while, had to convince Tyson not to come." He gave Kai a weak smile, as he took in the older man's features. Today was not his day, and it showed around his eyes and the way he held himself. He was just a shell of his old self now, and that sent Max's head spinning.
"Where is he?" He breathed out, trying to still his nerves.
Kai motioned for the stairs, having Max follow him up quietly. Once on the landing the foul smell reaching them both, Max's nose curling as he gave Kai a questioning look. Kai shook his head, soon Max would know so he didn't need to explain. Gently Kai pushed the door to his bedroom open, the light from the hall seeping into the darkened room. Ray had gotten up and turned the lights off, sitting on the floor again. He couldn't find himself to come any closer to the bed, the one that was once his haven.
"Hey Ray." Max called gently, fear setting in him as he took a glance around the room. He swallowed hard and started towards Ray's form on the floor, keeping his steps quiet as possible as to not startle his friend.
Kai stood back, leaning against the door. A mix of sadness, pain, regret, and anger swirling in them as he watched Max nestle himself next to Ray. He didn't pull away or hiss or growl at him, he allowed Max to take him by the arm and pull him to his feet. The sheet still clutched around his body, the one he had yet to clothe. As he watched, Kai's heart sank in his stomach. He had already lost someone dear to him and now Ray was next and there was nothing he could do. The way Max could get to Ray, pained his chest. For the first time, in a long time, he truly felt alone. Stepping aside to let them through the door, Kai's hand reached out only to gently brush the ends of Ray's hair.
Max gave him a quick look over his shoulder, as if warning him not to do it again. Ray had stiffened again under the touch, and Max had to coax him to continue to the spare room. Kai's hand dropped lifelessly to his side, he glanced around his room and felt disgusted just looking at it. His home, his life, had been stripped all away in one night. Clothing was strewn about the room, puke littered the bedroom floor. A single glass of water had been tipped over on the side table, its contents poured onto the floor. He scrunched his nose and slammed the door behind him, that room was no longer his, and he no longer knew that bed.
Taking a quick glance in the open door of the spare room, he spun on his heels to his study. One place that he hoped was still his, hoping it still held some kind of comfort for him. He needed Max to take care of Ray, he couldn't. He wanted to desperately, but he knew he would fail. He reached his study and stalked to his alcohol cabinet, he was starting to run low since the accident that took Tala's life. He made a mental note to get more later as he took a new bottle from the cabinet, resting against the couch as he started to down the liquid. Burning his tongue and throat, but he didn't care.
Ray stood to the side, sheet still tightly clutched around him as Max was bent over the side of the tub running the water for him. He kept his eyes downcast, afraid to look anywhere but his feet. He had caught sight of himself in the mirror for a second, and couldn't recognize the face that had stared back. Max quietly stepped up to him, reaching a hand out to help him undo the sheet. At first Ray was hesitant, but allowed Max to unwrap him. Max's eyes scanned over his body, and Ray winced from his gaze. In the back of his mind, he knew Max wasn't going to hurt him and so he stayed still.
Nail and teeth marks were up and down his arms, chest, and stomach. His hair was splayed out all over behind him and on his head, a glisten from some kind of fluid was on his stomach just below his navel. Max new what it was and his heart sank further, his mind screaming in his head. He bit back the tears as he helped Ray into the tub, Ray's hand shaking within his as he settled into the warm water. Drawing his knees to his chest his hair falling around him in the water, he hated it, never wanting to see it again he closed his eyes.
"I'm going to wash your back, okay?" Max's voice was as low as he could make it, Ray gave him a nod and Max started working the body wash into his back.
Normally he would have purred at the touch, being content as someone bathed him. Now, he couldn't stand that thought of purring, or it's awful sound. He swore to himself that he would never do such a thing again, tears sliding down his cheeks as he tore more of himself away.
Max was quick, working shampoo into Ray's hair only stopping every now and then to tell him what he was doing next, and where he was touching. Not moving until Ray gave a nod of his head in approval, he flinched and hissed once as Max had started to wash his stomach. Pausing before continuing, when Ray's shoulders slumped forward in defeat. Max helped Ray out of the bath, wrapping the towel around him tightly, his hands automatically clutching to it around his shoulders.
He allowed Max to lead him into the spare room, letting him dry his body off and dress him in some comfortable sweats. Max sat on the edge of the bed after Ray settled in, getting up quietly once Ray had fallen asleep. Tiptoeing out of the spare room, he made his way down the stairs to find Kai. The door to the study was open, the light still on. He paused in the door way as his eyes fell on Kai's limp form hanging half way off the couch, an empty bottle in one hand and another on the floor. Max swallowed his anger before stepping in, shaking Kai's shoulders till the Russian jolted from his sleep.
"This isn't what you should be doing right now!" Max scorned as he snatched the bottle from Kai's grasp. "He needs you, you need him. This! Is not what you need." Max shouted, holding the bottle up.
"I'm sorry…" Kai trailed, his head pounding with a headache as his eyes danced around in his head, trying to pinpoint which Max he was talking to.
"I'm sure you have a pretty good idea of what's happened." Max sighed, his shoulders slumping over.
"Yeah." Kai rubbed the side of his head, his vision coming back to normal until only one Max stood before him.
"How long do you want me to stay? I'll just call my mom and get things squared away without saying much." Max sat down on the couch beside Kai.
"I… I don't know Max… Is he asleep?" Kai shifted his gaze from the floor to Max.
"Yeah. He's sleeping now. I got him washed up… It was awful…" Max shuddered as he remembered the sight of Ray's bruised and battered form.
"I'll kill that bitch." Kai snarled, standing too fast and he slumped back into the couch.
"That won't solve anything." Max sighed. "I know how you feel, I feel it too. But right now, our focus should be on getting him help. He needs to see a doctor, and get help. Any way he can."
Kai nodded, agreeing with Max's words. Though he knew it was easier said than done, he still hadn't talked to anyone of use about his problems. Hiding them from others and the world, Tala had taken his secret to the grave. After a moment of silence and the headache subsiding in his head, Kai stood and without a word started to the stairs.
"Kai, where are you going?" Max called after him, following closely behind.
Kai didn't answer as he rounded the corner to his room, throwing the door open as he stalked to the bed. He stood at the side of it for a moment, just starring at it. The boiling rage building back into the pit of his stomach, with a yell he reached down grabbing the ends of the mattress and flipped it over. The frame rattled as the mattress snug on one of the posts for only a second, Kai pushed harder causing the edge to slip past and crash onto the floor. He swung his arm out, pushing the side table down; pieces of wood scattered across the floor as the corners chipped.
Max stood in the door way, eyes wide in horror. He wanted to stop him, but didn't want to get caught in the cross fire. Kai rounded the corner of the bed, overstepping the drying contents of Ray's stomach, reaching out at the bookshelf he slammed his hand down. The shelves collapsing under the force, sounds of paper and cracks of wood echoed the room. Kai reached around the side of the bookshelf, leaning on his feet he pulled the bookshelf down. With a loud thud it hit the floor, the wood snapping down the side as it hit. Kai spun on his heel, eyeing his room to find his next opponent.
Eyes set on the bed once again he stood at the end, kicking at the post that stuck out of the footboard. With each kick, he let out a frustrated cry, the bed shaking under the force until the pole snapped in half. His pent-up rage and adrenaline was starting to wear thin by the time he finished kicking in the last post on the bed. Shaking he slumped against the door frame of his room, his breathing was rapid and he had built up a sweat. His hair matted to his forehead, and his eyes were hazy from the unshed tears.
"Feel better?" Max asked, taking a look around the broken room.
Kai shook his head, a smirk crossing his lips. He knew there was more damage he could do, but his body was too weak and sore to even stand now. Max slid down on the other side of the door frame, facing Kai. A silence befell them, the only sound was Kai's erratic breathing, as he had yet to get a hold of it. A small cry from the spare room caused both of their heads to snap towards the door, Max scrambled to his feet and disappeared behind the door. Kai couldn't move, as much as he wanted to; he had rendered himself useless.
