Blazin Shadow: HIYA; HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!
Kai: That was like two weeks ago….
Tala: Well, cheers anyway, I wanna see what happens to me!
Kai: Yeah, cause of course you're the one in danger….
Blazin Shadow: Fine, but let me respond to the wonderful reviewers first….
Since you all ask the same questions, I'll answer you all at once. I love the praise so I have to once again thank you guys. Boris will get his dues (Blazin Shadow smiles cruelly). I know I've been taking forever to update (DON'T KILL ME!!!), but it's at a difficult part, and just to make you happy: I made it longer. Johnny is there for a reason, and Tala's fate has been decided, but I can't tell you what'll happen to the best characters ever, you'll have to read and find out. I wouldn't wanna spoil the plot, now would I? But first… a little more torture – I think…Hehe.
Read on fans old and new, I hope I keep up to my standards. It is the best hearing from all of you, knowing that this plot rocks!
Chapter twenty: Of schemes and Rescues.
Max couldn't bare to watch as the horribly mouldy green gloop rose higher and higher in the glass tank that held their captain and friend prisoner. He was utterly afraid, and in terrible pain. Apart from the death grip that put pressure on his already bruised arms, the new gash that dragged across his forehead stung while his head pounded with the trauma and blood loss combined.
Wide, desperate orbs tore away. Suddenly he felt the familiar prickling sensation of a fresh tidal wave of tears while he watched Ray struggle against the lackey who tugged at his hair, holding him back while his friend sobbed hysterically. The blond winced at the heartbreaking sight and lowered his eyes in a pitiful attempt to escape the agony. They had tried to help Ray, but there was no way that they could hold off the burly men and Bryan for long.
We tried our best! Max thought with despair, But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough!...and now...
"What do you plan to do with us? What are you doing to Kai?" The voice was quiet and breathless, but Max could recognize the commanding tone of his determined friend and was quick to find him, "Answer me!"
A heel was pressed harshly into his back, forcing him painfully against the cold floor. Tyson gasped in pain and writhed weakly, though all his efforts to escape the hold on him were futile. Boris spared a glance at Tyson, his thin features curled up in bitter contempt.
"You Blade breakers" --He sneered at them-- "Have been nothing but annoying thorns in my side since that regrettable day when I first met you! And now, I'm finally going to find a use for you."
"You mean.....you're going to put us in there!" Tyson exclaimed with what little breath he had to offer. He soon regretted the action though as Bryan dug his heel harder, putting more weight on his battered rib cage. Max tried to help Tyson as he cried out in pain, but once again he couldn't escape the death-grip he was under.
"Of course not!" Boris snapped, and that got everyones attention, "Even if you were willing to accept these gifts I bestow on you, do you really think you could survive the process? No! Those bit beasts will tear your souls apart, piece-by-piece - and then no one will have control of them. Now what use would that be?"
"Then why the hell have you put KAI in THERE!" Ray half shrieked - half wheezed.
"Oh Kai's different. You see he has the strength and willpower to contain and control Black Dranzer both mentally and physically. If he wants to....Unfortunately..." His facial features twisted into a sick smirk that resembled something akin to a raging psychopath, "He's been resisting. That is why he is so weak."
"Then what are we here for?" Tyson asked.
"Well, I needed something to bargain with, didn't I?" Boris answered smoothly, staring at each of them in turn with laughing mockery in his blood-red eyes, "Now Kai will have no choice but to submit to Black Dranzer and when he does!" --A chuckle escaped his chapped lips-- "When he does, I will have full control of both of them, you see a long time ago I placed a tiny chip into my most powerful and resilient bladers - allowing me to discipline them should they step out of line."
"And us?" Ray whispered, though in the almost silent lab, he was heard clearly by the enemy.
"Oh don't worry, Voltaire has big plans for you. Once Kai is finalized and stable, we will see how you handle the new beyblades we've created for you. If all goes well, you should be leaving with your new masters in just a few short hours." Boris clasped his hands together, "You wouldn't believe how much people will pay for this new development. Weapons for War..."
"You're going to SELL us!" Tyson looked how Max himself felt, utterly helpless and ultimately horrified.
"But that makes no sense!" Kenny's voice was heard for the first time in awhile, "If you sell us off, won't they be able to revolt? We have beaten Black Dranzer before. It'll be history repeating itself!"
"I had thought of that myself." Boris mused out loud, "But Kai will be connected with Black Dranzer in a way that you could not begin to imagine. And let me put your minds at rest. If they decide to go against Voltaire, let me assure you that Kai will destroy each and everyone of you!"
"You won't get away with this!" That oh so familiar line was cried out by Max, who couldn't suppress his anguish any longer, "Mr. Dickenson will come, and my mom! You'll see - and then you'll be sorry. You will be..." His voice faltered as cold digits cradled his chin so that he was forced to stare into those devious orbs of fire.
"And just who will tell them?" Boris asked with mock sympathy, "Remember your mum thinks you're celebrating your victory!" --His grip tightened making Max wince-- "Over the Demolition Boys!"
"Did you know that three of my four boys decided to betray me?" He asked with a false casualness that sent Max's nerves on edge. Suddenly his face shot as close to Max's as it possibly could, "I've seen Tala make nice with you, but unfortunately for you he got in the way of me claiming my prize possession back. And if you think he'll save you, let me burst your bubble. He is currently sitting in the bottom of a local park pond, waiting for somebody to discover his stinking corpse!"
The words rushed over Max, as did his musty breath. Everything around him clouded, his eyes closed in an attempt to block out all of the misery. A sob broke out of his quivering mouth. Every bone in his body seemed to fail him as he fell to his knees. The dull ache in them seemed so far away, for the hopelessness of their situation just decided to collapse on him. He might never see his family or his friends ever again. He was going to be sold off to some rich client that would do God knows what to him. Tala was dead and their suffering seemed to last for an eternity. Only subconsciously did he realize that he had put all of his faith of being rescued into Tala; and now it had been crushed. Like the familiar voice in the distance, crying out in agony. Just like his spirit.
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His world was pain, which was all he could decipher. The lab seemed a million miles away as current after current of electricity mercilessly ripped through his aching body. His pride and dignity were long forgotten as he screamed himself hoarse. Bleeding fingers scratched at the belt clamped around his waist to no avail. His sweat, blood and tears mingled with the green fluid that swirled furiously with every desperate move. He would've doubled up in excruciating pain but he thwacked his head against the thick glass and so was propelled backwards until that steel belt tugged at his waist, limiting his movement.
But all of a sudden that pain seemed to drift away like it had never been. Numbness resided pulling Kai into a false sense of bliss. Eyes closed softly while his haggard breath and pounding heart tried to calm down. Then the blissful calm became shrouded. A dark cloud descended slowly on the trembling being like poisonous fumes and at that point Kai wished for the physical pain to come flooding back, for even that was better than feeling that chilling presence tumbling down on his fragile soul.
.....I'm so sorry Ray..... His mind whispered in heartache, ....It's over.....
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"TEN MILLION!" One voice cried out over the restless crowd of aristocrats.
After that entry, most of the crowd grumbled, their enthusiasm dimmed for they did not want to spend that much of their money. Voltaire huffed silently, for he expected a lot more for Tyson.
"I'll pay twelve million if you tell me how we are to control them." Lord McGregor's son stated calmly, the only one in the room to have remained seated and slouched for that matter.
Voltaire smirked at the youth; he seemed to be smarter than he looked. Smarter then most of his clients in fact. He was impressed with the fact that the boy had noticed that flaw in his speech. His hand drifted under the table searching for something.
"I'm glad you asked me that." Voltaire said, his hand clutched around the cold items and he pulled them out so everyone could see.
"It's quite simple really, this remote triggers electricity to flow through this little device." --Voltaire held up a band of steel, decorated with studded gems all around it. It looked like some kind of dog collar.-- "Which will be snuggly fitted onto the neck of one of the Blade breakers. There are two others, each with their own signal so that there is no chance of interference." Voltaire turned to Johnny who had an evil smirk on his features.
"Then I place a bid of twelve million." Johnny stated, his lips curling even more sadistically.
"FIFTEEN!" Someone else shouted.
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Thank God they had believed him, or else he and his two old companions would have been alone. He crawled further and further along the ventilation shaft with his smaller friend on his heels. He had a certain idea of where he would find Kai and the Blade breakers. He just hoped they were not too late.
A cruel voice he had heard so many times in his lifetime came slithering down the ventilation system. He pressed on, knowing that they were nearly there. He heard the voices of Tyson, Ray, Kenny, and then Max. As they wriggled closer, they came to a grate in the floor. The voices were as clear as day and as Boris spoke of Tala's death the boy shuddered slightly.
Then a scream wrenched his heart into his throat, for he knew that voice well. Peering down, he could see his tormentor looking as smug as ever. The Blade breakers were in bad shape, physically ruffled and emotionally traumatized. He could see Bryan pressing down on Tyson, and he growled softly.
"Are they all there?" His friend asked. He could feel him fidgeting nervously behind him. He turned to his companion and nodded in his direction.
Turning back to the lab, he noticed that one of the capsules was full of the familiar greenish gloop. A click and a crackle captured his attention for just a split second, before he turned back to gaze at the capsule.
"Mr. Dickenson? We've found them. They're in lab one." He hissed into the walkie-talkie.
("Are they alright?") Was the urgent reply.
"I'll ask."
A streak of slate blue sent his mind reeling. There was only one person with that hair. A dark shadow descended on his friend.
"What's their condition?" The boy behind him asked in a hushed whisper, "Are they alright?"
"....I've got to help him......" A hand slipped into one of his pockets, pulling out his loyal blade and launcher.
"What did you say?"
"We can't wait for the BBA...." He managed to pull himself to his knees in the cramped space, his eyes only focused on the bobbing slate-blue hair in the glass prison. He tugged at the grate, successfully shoving it aside. But the grinding noise alerted his companion, who was nervous.
"I'm just as anxious to help them, but we have to wait for the signal!" The smaller boy whispered, "Making ourselves known now will be suicidal!"
"Then find out if they're ready!" He glared harshly at the boy behind him. The screaming stopped, and the both boys snapped their heads back towards the grate. Black fumes seemed to rapidly contaminate the liquid within the capsule.
"Are you guys ready yet, we could really use some help down here." He heard his smaller friend whisper into the walkie-talkie.
The boy hovered over the grate, shadowed irises lingering on the smoky black and slimy green capsule. His friend was nowhere to be seen, smothered by the poison that would eliminate him if they did not act now.
("We've found out what Biovolt is up to, but we are not yet ready to ambush them. Give us a few minutes....")
The boy leaned further and further, teetering on the edge of the hole. His eyes never wavered from that capsule.....
"We need the help desperately sir!" He heard his friend murmur on the edge of his thoughts, "An experiment is already in progress!"
His arms raised automatically. His beyblade was set, as was his determination. If the BBA couldn't help them, then they would have to go in alone...
With that, an animalistic cry escaped his lips while he pulled on the ripcord with all his might. His beyblade flew fast and with a fury fueled only by the storm raging in the teens heart. The world below them was just a mass of chaos as his beyblade tore through the sky, created havoc, and returned to his hands. Before anything else happened -like someone spotting him- he was pulled back into the gloomy shaft.
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Boris was filled with a bubbling sensation that almost had him skipping around the lab in triumph. Kai was back in his grasp once more, howling in unbelievable agony, he had the Blade breakers at his complete mercy. He was going to be extremely rich, but best of all; he was going to be able to try out all of his experiments.
With a smile that would make your blood run cold, he pivoted away from the children so that he could see first hand his theoretical experiment come alive. The energy that soared through the ravaged body crackled with life, the fluids held an eerie glow that was forever changing with the flow of electricity. The tortured screams plunged into his very soul, exciting him like how seeing Santa Claus would excite a child.
Then suddenly, the lab was showered in silence that was daunting. He had barely noticed that he had stopped breathing and inhaled sharply. Everyone had halted in their movements, staring at the swirling mist within the glass prison, but there was not much to see. The tank had become inscrutable due to the steam, mouldy fluids and the black spirit. It drifted closer and closer to its prey, and Boris was bouncing on the balls of his feet almost crying out in glee.
But it was another cry that set his instincts off. It was almost a symbol showing his crash back down to earth; the beyblade, that is. Like a falling star, it set a crash course and was tumbling towards it. Only a split second before it collided with its target, did Boris holler in anger and frustration.
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!"
With a boom that rocked the world, glass shattered and sprayed onto its audience in a thousand miniscule pieces. Liquid spewed out onto the polished floor spreading outwards and the control he held crumbled. The lackeys pulled back in shock, Ray cried out his lovers name. Max seemed to snap out of his trance and was suddenly racing towards Tyson who was struggling for breath against the heel pressing him into the puddle of gloop.
Boris shot his head up, where the mysterious beyblade seemed to have vanished from sight. There was a closed grate, but that was it. Boris would've thought about it more, if not for the confusing, alarmed cries from the doctors.
The doctors crowded around the capsule. Finding a gap in the mass, Boris could see that the capsule was only half smashed. The belt holding Kai up had been destroyed and so the bluenette's unconscious form had sunk and curled in the bottom of the capsule. The experiment fluids that remained in the glass rose up to the boys nose, but what was most disturbing was that the tube allowing oxygen to flow to the teen had been cut off by the chaos of the beyblade. The mist that should have gathered on the gas mask had abruptly stopped and a familiar yet droning tone resided around the silent room. His prize looked so calm and serene. It almost seemed like he was dead.....
("GET HIM OUT OF THERE NOW!") Boris boomed in Russian.
At the sound of his voice, the doctors snapped into action. Kai was hoisted out of the tank by two doctors, only to be laid onto an examination table brought by another doctor. They had all crowded around the youth, oblivious to the teen that was jittering behind them.
Everything was a massive blur, a flurry of movement. The doctors were trying to revive their patient with an audience of both lackeys and blade breakers. Neither side acknowledged the other as they watched the boy fight for his life.
The drone continued on in the background, reminding everyone of the severity of the situation. But no matter what they did, no matter how long they tried to resuscitate the teen, the drone did not subside.
"No......" It was mumble that was barely heard by Boris, but all the same he turned from the corpse to find Ray standing just a few feet away from him.
His form looked so pitiful, his pajama's torn so badly that they just barely hung onto his trembling frame and every inch of his skin revealed was abused in some form or another, whether it was bruises, cuts or burns. His hair was a mass of tangles, released from his wrap and hanging like a dead weight. But it was the eyes that caught his attention. Those golden gems were wide and wild with chilled horror. They shone so brightly behind those raven bangs, every pain, humiliation and utter despair raged with a fury so unlike the teens personality. So many emotions were expressed through those orbs, that Boris took a staggering step back as all that pent up emotion penetrated through his trusty goggles to his own orbs.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" Ray screamed his heart out, his voice so raw that it was felt through every soul within that room.
Ray started towards him, God knows what the boy thought he was going to do, but Boris did not find out at this point because it was just then that he realized that the droning noise had dimmed, then stopped altogether. Ray must have noticed something as well, for his step faltered. He seemed to listen for a split second, then he showed the most widest smile ever and raced towards the examination table. Boris followed, pushing by all the doctors to find Ray hovering over the prone form of his prize possession with the most loving expression. One hand steadied the boy as the other dipped forward to push away a stray strand of slate blue hair.
"Thank God!" He sobbed, "Kai, I love you. Please, wake up!"
"Get out of my way boy!" Boris fumed, pulling Ray back and taking his place.
He placed a shaky hand onto the boys bare chest, shuddering with an unknown emotion as he felt the steady, but soft beat under his palm. Leaning forwards to put a new air mask in place, he was not prepared for the almost glowing smoky black orbs that snapped open, nor the hand that somehow found its way around his neck.
"KA--KAI!" He choked out, desperately clawing at the hand fastened around his throat.
Tears sprung to his eyes in a mingle of shock, pain and fear. His mouth opened wide, gasping for that precious oxygen that he was suddenly denied. He barely noticed how hands tried to pull at the clenched fist. He could feel the blood thumping against the pressure around his throat, his heart thumping around his ears. The world was dancing and dimming before his eyes. He thought he was going to die....
"You have kept me prisoner too long Balcov!" Kai hissed, though his voice sounded wrong somehow, "Though you did set me free...I must thank you for that..." --He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes-- "....I suppose I'll let you live."
With that, Boris felt his feet leave the floor before Kai lobbed him half way across the lab like an unwanted rag doll. He collided with a cabinet, glass vials and metal equipment raining down on him in a clatter. The lab darkened, and then he knew no more.
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Johnny was getting bored with this, one client was really beginning to annoy him. The stakes had rose immensely in the last few minutes. The client had just placed a bid of fifty million. This was taking far too long, Johnny decided it was time to end it.
"Five hundred million." He announced, leaning further back in his chair and smirking inwardly as murmurs rumbled around the errie room.
"Can your father even afford that?!" The other aristocrat asked snidely.
"Of course!" Johnny huffed, "I wouldn't say so if I didn't have the money! Moron."
"Why you little--!" He began to rise from his seat...
"Sit down Bracon!" Voltaire demanded, standing up himself.
The man sat down dramatically, crossing his legs elegantly but sulking like a spoiled brat. The sight was quite comical and Johnny had to suppress a snigger.
"Tyson belongs to you Mr McGregor." Voltaire let a smile creep along his wrinkling but stern features, "For five hundred million. Do you, have any proof of owning that amount?"
Johnny pulled his legs off of the table, slamming them down to the ground with a thud. Silently, his hand slipped under the table, only to pull back up with a briefcase in his hand. All eyes were pin pointed on the case as it slid across the table.
"Ten million." Johnny said casually. Voltaire's steel eyes lit up with childish anticipation as he opened the case.
"You won't mind if I check it then." Voltaire questioned, though it was more of a statement as his dirty fingers rummaged through the case of notes, checking each one.
"Is it satisfactory?" Johnny asked. Voltaire nodded eagerly, never looking up from the money, "How would you like the rest?"
"A cheque will be fine." Voltaire answered, finally calming down enough to close the case.
A chequebook was out on the table before anyone could blink. There was a slight pop as Johnny opened a biro, and he quickly scribbled something on the page. He stood up and held the page out for Voltaire to take. Voltaire took the slip eagerly, his eyes rapidly took in the one word that Johnny had written down and he chuckled with slight confusion.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Voltaire questioned, only to have Johnny standing with a look of determination and disgust combined. In his hands he held a launcher that was aimed right at his head.
"Voltaire Hiwatari." Johnny stated with a cold voice, "I am arresting you for kidnapping the blade breakers and several other charges of abuse and illegal experimentation. You do not have to say anything--!"
"You are insane boy!" Voltaire crowed, holding his sides and almost crying with amusement, "I have twenty armed men stationed just outside of this door, do you really think you can take me to jail?! No! 'Tis you who is vulnerable, and you made a mistake thinking that you can arrest me!"
"--BUT it may harm your defense if you do. Anything you do say will be given in evidence!"
"MEN!" Voltaire ordered.
The door swung open, and Voltaire's face grew even more pale and deathly looking, for there stood Mr. Dickenson and Robert with what seemed to be masses of armed forces behind him. The rest of the aristocrats tried to scurry away, only to be caught and cuffed by identical policemen.
"No! NO! You have no evidence to prove I have done ANYTHING illegal!" Voltaire cried.
Johnny smirked, pulling out a small device, which was still blinking. He pushed a couple of buttons, let the cogs turn for a few seconds, before pressing another button.
"Welcome, as I was saying. Right at this very moment Boris is finalizing a force that is unstoppable. That will answer my every command." The tape played Voltaire's voice and Voltaire stood their gaping, his face twisting with rage, "My grandson is as we speak, going through an operation that -when completed- will place the world in the palm of my hand."
"YOU--!" He tried to lunge at Johnny, but two officials grabbed him before he even took one step, "THEY WON'T BE ABLE TO KEEP ME PRISONER! WHAT EVIDENCE DO YOU HAVE, THAT TAPE WON'T HOLD UP IN COURT!"
"We have witnesses that are ready to confront you Voltaire!" Mr. Dickenson snapped, stepping up to his nemesis.
"Like who? Who would dare to stand against me?!" Voltaire demanded.
"Me!" A deep voice answered, stepping into the light of the room.
Voltaire watched in a stunned silence as none other than Spencer of the Demolition Boys came out with Oliver and Enrique, holding what looked like a walkie-talkie. Voltaire roared with total hatred and fury, but was utterly useless against the men that dragged him out of the room kicking and screaming. Mr. Dickenson placed a soothing hand on the trembling teens shoulder, and Spencer showed the man a grateful, but somewhat weak smile.
Then suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled to life, and an urgent voice could be heard.
("Mr. Dickenson, you there! You have to hurry! We had to attack early; Kai was going to submit to Black Dranzer! Hello! Can you hear me! WE NEED HELP OVER HERE DESPERATELY!")
"We're coming!" Spencer grunted, and spun around to run down to lab one. He didn't notice, but the Majestics and about fifty officials were pounding along behind him, "Have you been discovered?"
("Thankfully, no.") The person seemed to have calmed a little, ("We're still hiding, but .......NO WAIT!") The walkie-talkie crackled more, before the breathless voice came back in a panic, ("HURRY UP AND GET DOWN HERE! KAI'S GONE MENTAL, AND HE'S ATTACKING THE BLADEBREAKERS!")
The communication died out, and Spencer swore softly and raced down a flight of stairs.
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"Kai?" Ray questioned softly, his voice however died on him as Kai rose from the medication table.
Fists were clenched in anger, his eyes burning and glowing with a fire that grew dark and ultimately terrifying. He didn't even care that some of his wounds split open and began to bleed at the movements, nor the fact that he was drenched from head to foot, practically naked, and shivering.
"What's the matter Ray?" Kai asked in that voice that creeped him out, "Nothing to say, well I have a lot to say to you and your teammates, for imprisoning me! Taking away my freedom!"
His voice rose with hatred with every word spoken and Ray flinched like he had been physically struck. Kai's features curled with an anger Ray had never seen on his lovers face before. He stepped back, from what he didn't know. All he knew was that wasn't the boy he loved. But the others were fooled.
"Kai, stop this!" Tyson snapped, glaring at his captain, "This isn't funny, we're your friends and have gone through hell for you!"
"So I've noticed." Kai mused, "But it means nothing to me!"
Ray shook his head in disbelief, stepping further back and shuddering at the person before him. Comforting bodies pressed on either side of him and Ray knew he had his friends with him.
"My revenge has begun! First I'll get rid of you pesky imbeciles, then I'll move on to terrorizing the world!" Kai cackled.
"You don't mean that!" A voice snapped from somewhere high above.
Every head snapped up at the voice, and a body jumped down to stand just before the blade breakers. Ray almost collapsed at the crippling relief. Fiery red hair swarmed his vision along with a voice that made him feel safe again.
He seemed to be solely focused on Kai though; his icy blue eyes were dancing with suppressed emotions. Strength and determination won out as he raised his arm. Dangling in his hand, was a fragile and sparkling thread of gold with a charm on the end of it. But not just any charm, it was the charm of Wolborg.
"You dropped this." He murmured, "Back at the pond."
Kai stared at the slightly swaying jewelry for a few minutes, the darkness in his eyes flickering in and out of focus for what seemed like forever, before the fire took control once more. Crimson orbs brimmed with tears as his bruised arms wrapped around his battered body. One word cradled his lips, before Kai inhaled sharply and it came tumbling out with a sob.
".....Tala!"
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Tala is skipping around the room as Blazin Shadow pulls back.
Blazin Shadow: That chapter took forever.
Tala: YES!
Ray: But it was worth it. Creepy, but worth it.
Tala: YES!
Max: I GET TO SEE MY MOM!
Tala: YES!
Kai: Hn!
Ray: Why's Tala running around saying 'yes'?
Blazin Shadow: Cause he's alive.
Tala: YES!
Tyson: We're saved........... QUICK, Get me something to EAT!
Tala: YES!
Tyson: Really?
Tala stopped skipping around the room.
Tala: No!
Tyson: But I'm hungry!
Tala: I'm not your slave!
Tyson: But I'm--!
KNOCK KNOCK!
Blazin Shadow: They're here!
Max: I'LL GET IT!
Max ran out of the room, when he came back, he brought with him Ian, Spencer, the Majestics and Mr. Dickenson.
Tyson: Did you bring me anything to eat?!
Mr. Dickenson: I'm afraid not.
Tyson: I'M HUNGRY!!!
Blazin Shadow: Tyson, there's food on the table.
Tyson: YES!
Tyson ran to the table and began stuffing his face quicker than he could swallow.
Ian: So, is it ready?
Blazin Shadow: I've just finished the chapter.
The Majestics, Ian and Spencer raced towards the computer, checking out the document.
Ian: Oh wow this is cool!
Spencer: There's not much of me though.
Johnny: Yeah! I knew I was meant for fame and fortune!