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Chapter 2 -Suicide
Ray's POV
We searched for him, as did the police, but they told me that he was more than likely dead. I tried to find him, like the rest of the team, but everywhere we looked, we found nothing.
After a year of searching, we decided that he was dead, and we marked his favourite spot with a phoenix engraved tombstone, and buried his Dranzer blade, that he had dropped that one fatal night 3 years ago.
Tyson was always zoned out afterwards, never really talking. Max tried to cheer us up, but his heart wasn't into it. Kenny was withdrawn into darkness, and tried to invent gadgets that would help us track Kai down, but failed miserably and gave up within a week.
I was the most torn. I just refused to believe that he was dead. I searched harder than the rest and gave up the last too. When I thought I saw him, though all beaten up, the rest told me I was hallucinating. I saw him more often after that, and when I didn't see him any more, I tried to commit suicide. I thought it would be a quick release from all the pain I was experiencing.
The bastard team took me to hospital where the doctors and nurses put me on anti-depressants for after they heard my story of suicide. It was funny, no matter how many I took, I still thought that I saw Kai. Gradually, I returned to my normal self. Finally the images of Kai stopped. About a year ago, it was like Kai was never there. The team was happy again for the first time in about two years. I was sure that Kai, wherever he was, was happy and peaceful.
Last night, I had a terrible dream. I was being punished. Every bone and muscle in my body ached with pain. I choked back a sob that threatened to escape. I refused to show that I was weak. Two men were looming over me. One was obviously Boris, while the other, I was sure was Voltaire. Both were laughing evilly. I grew angry on the inside, but did not show it. Voltaire whipped me once again. This time, I couldn't contain a yelp.
"You've grown weak again, Kai." He growled. Is this what he's feeling? Is this really...really...really Kai? End POV
Ray stood in the corner with a sharp knife in his hands. He realised that he couldn't go through the pain again. Not for a second time. Slowly, Ray slit his wrists, watching the red liquid of life, flow out of his veins. All over again.
Max opened the door to find a very pale and bleeding Ray. He gasped and grabbed a phone, then he punched in the number for emergencies.
"Emergency. My friend has just tried to commit suicide again. Please help us" Max left the phone hanging on the wire and raced into the room where Ray lay. The medics had taught him how to stop the bleeding, in case this happened again.
Max's POV
My heart jumped a few beats as I realised Ray was loosing blood fast. I used all the knowledge I had to block the blood flow. It worked, but Ray had obviously fallen unconscious by now and I couldn't stop the pain. I was really praying that he would make it through.
What had caused it this time? He had only just recovered from his last attempt he made at his life. A yell was sounded behind me.
"Tyson, go wait for the ambulance do stairs to arrive. I've blocked the flow, but he's lost a lot of blood. Kenny, go get some damp cloths from the bathroom. And hurry" My voice commanded respect. Apart from Ray, I was the oldest. But if Kai was here...
The bottom of my stomach dropped. Ray did it 'cause he was thinking of Kai again. Why now? Why here? Last night he was tossing and turning in his sleep, was that it? Was that why he decided to take the easy way out? It must have been about Kai.
Kai, that bastard. Wait, what am I thinking? He tried to fight, but I guess he couldn't win. I mean being shot in the leg, being shot at when you're in a tree, getting smashed into that same tree, not one f us would have survived as long as Kai did. I guess he's a hero.
Because of what's happened in the last three years, we've all changed so much. Ray's suicidal, Tyson's become silent, Kenny only talks doom and gloom, I try to cheer every one up, but it isn't working, three years of pain is bloody hard on someone who's usually happy-go-lucky. We're useless as a team now. Reality check, Kai kept us going, showed how to blade, showed us what friendship was (A/N: when he left them for Black Dranzer) he never showed it, but I swear (WWS: Shit) that on the inside, he really liked us.
As the ambulance finally came, I stepped aside, zoning out. I was thinking about what Kai had done for us, what he had, made us. I just stared straight ahead, lost in thought.
"Hey kid? You comin' with your friend here?" I shook my head dazed.
"Yeah, just me. I'm sorry, I sorta spaced out." I hung my head and climbed into the ambulance next to Ray, and stared at him. God Ray, what happened? End POV
Whoa, what have I done? Ray...dead? Don't worry guys, he'll be back. Vote for what you want Kai to do, your vote could make a difference.
PLEASE!!IM BEGGING YOU!!!! *On hands and knees* PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!
Chapter 2 -Suicide
Ray's POV
We searched for him, as did the police, but they told me that he was more than likely dead. I tried to find him, like the rest of the team, but everywhere we looked, we found nothing.
After a year of searching, we decided that he was dead, and we marked his favourite spot with a phoenix engraved tombstone, and buried his Dranzer blade, that he had dropped that one fatal night 3 years ago.
Tyson was always zoned out afterwards, never really talking. Max tried to cheer us up, but his heart wasn't into it. Kenny was withdrawn into darkness, and tried to invent gadgets that would help us track Kai down, but failed miserably and gave up within a week.
I was the most torn. I just refused to believe that he was dead. I searched harder than the rest and gave up the last too. When I thought I saw him, though all beaten up, the rest told me I was hallucinating. I saw him more often after that, and when I didn't see him any more, I tried to commit suicide. I thought it would be a quick release from all the pain I was experiencing.
The bastard team took me to hospital where the doctors and nurses put me on anti-depressants for after they heard my story of suicide. It was funny, no matter how many I took, I still thought that I saw Kai. Gradually, I returned to my normal self. Finally the images of Kai stopped. About a year ago, it was like Kai was never there. The team was happy again for the first time in about two years. I was sure that Kai, wherever he was, was happy and peaceful.
Last night, I had a terrible dream. I was being punished. Every bone and muscle in my body ached with pain. I choked back a sob that threatened to escape. I refused to show that I was weak. Two men were looming over me. One was obviously Boris, while the other, I was sure was Voltaire. Both were laughing evilly. I grew angry on the inside, but did not show it. Voltaire whipped me once again. This time, I couldn't contain a yelp.
"You've grown weak again, Kai." He growled. Is this what he's feeling? Is this really...really...really Kai? End POV
Ray stood in the corner with a sharp knife in his hands. He realised that he couldn't go through the pain again. Not for a second time. Slowly, Ray slit his wrists, watching the red liquid of life, flow out of his veins. All over again.
Max opened the door to find a very pale and bleeding Ray. He gasped and grabbed a phone, then he punched in the number for emergencies.
"Emergency. My friend has just tried to commit suicide again. Please help us" Max left the phone hanging on the wire and raced into the room where Ray lay. The medics had taught him how to stop the bleeding, in case this happened again.
Max's POV
My heart jumped a few beats as I realised Ray was loosing blood fast. I used all the knowledge I had to block the blood flow. It worked, but Ray had obviously fallen unconscious by now and I couldn't stop the pain. I was really praying that he would make it through.
What had caused it this time? He had only just recovered from his last attempt he made at his life. A yell was sounded behind me.
"Tyson, go wait for the ambulance do stairs to arrive. I've blocked the flow, but he's lost a lot of blood. Kenny, go get some damp cloths from the bathroom. And hurry" My voice commanded respect. Apart from Ray, I was the oldest. But if Kai was here...
The bottom of my stomach dropped. Ray did it 'cause he was thinking of Kai again. Why now? Why here? Last night he was tossing and turning in his sleep, was that it? Was that why he decided to take the easy way out? It must have been about Kai.
Kai, that bastard. Wait, what am I thinking? He tried to fight, but I guess he couldn't win. I mean being shot in the leg, being shot at when you're in a tree, getting smashed into that same tree, not one f us would have survived as long as Kai did. I guess he's a hero.
Because of what's happened in the last three years, we've all changed so much. Ray's suicidal, Tyson's become silent, Kenny only talks doom and gloom, I try to cheer every one up, but it isn't working, three years of pain is bloody hard on someone who's usually happy-go-lucky. We're useless as a team now. Reality check, Kai kept us going, showed how to blade, showed us what friendship was (A/N: when he left them for Black Dranzer) he never showed it, but I swear (WWS: Shit) that on the inside, he really liked us.
As the ambulance finally came, I stepped aside, zoning out. I was thinking about what Kai had done for us, what he had, made us. I just stared straight ahead, lost in thought.
"Hey kid? You comin' with your friend here?" I shook my head dazed.
"Yeah, just me. I'm sorry, I sorta spaced out." I hung my head and climbed into the ambulance next to Ray, and stared at him. God Ray, what happened? End POV
Whoa, what have I done? Ray...dead? Don't worry guys, he'll be back. Vote for what you want Kai to do, your vote could make a difference.
PLEASE!!IM BEGGING YOU!!!! *On hands and knees* PLEASE REVEIW!!!!!