DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!
An hour later, Doji had dragged Tsubasa into his car and ordered his chauffeur to take them to a place that Tsubasa wasn't familiar with. He felt afraid, lonely, vulnerable, pathetic all at ones. His entire body ached and his traumatised mind still pushed tears out of his eyes. In one single night he had been through all the pain life had to offer.
Right now, he was lying in the trunk of the car, his wrists and ankles bound and his mouth gagged with a red scarf. His heart was hammering madly, desperate for some sort of help from anyone. But who could rescue him? Who could even know where he was and what was happening to him?
Yu...Eagle...please be safe...He thought.
Suddenly the car pulled to a halt and he heard the car doors opening and closing. A moment later, the trunk was opened and moonlight flooded in, encasing him in white.
"Welcome to your final destination, Tsubasa," Doji smirked as he grabbed him and pulled him out, flinging him onto the soily ground.
"Mmmmph!" Tsubasa began shouting desperately through his gag, begging for someone to hear him, but the place was entirely deserted.
"No one will hear you, it's pointless to even try. This place is completely uninhabited, and no one knows about you," said Doji.
Tsubasa struggled against his bonds before he was grabbed and pulled to his feet, the bonds around his ankles severed so that he could walk. Doji held a firm grip on his arm, pulling him towards the direction of a shabby wooden barn, its planks covered in dents and wormholes. The chauffeur opened the rusty door and stepped aside to allow them inside the small, empty room. Nothing but a chair which stood in the centre decorated the musty barn, onto which he was forced down before being tied to it with more rope.
"How do you feel right now, Tsubasa? Are you afraid? Has it sunk in yet that this will be your last night?" Doji asked with apparent glee and interest as he watched Tsubasa shiver convulsively, sweat trickling from his forehead.
Doji watched as the chauffeur brought in a tank of oil and spread the liquid around the chair. Tsubasa began moaning fearfully, his eyes silently begging for mercy. But it really looked like this was going to be his final hour. He prayed it would be quick...
(Meanwhile)
Kendra paced around the park situated south-west to her house, her hands in her pockets and her hair lying sadly on her slumped shoulders. She hadn't returned to her friends ever since that blasted event, and she felt terribly guilty about it.
Poor guys, they just wanted to help me. They must be pretty worried... She thought sadly.
But what could she do, at a nasty time like this? She had to think, had to relax, had to calm down and focus on the matter at hand.
Had Dan and Reiki been actually telling the truth...
...or had they been lying?
Suddenly, amidst the eery silence, a unique sound reached her ears, piercing the silence. It was the loud screeching of a creature...
Tsubasa's eagle was soaring towards her, calling out to her...