Chapter 7
Tyler leaned against the wall of the waiting room, Lessa and Striker were arguing about something, he didn't bother to find out what. Kurai had vanished after the match, Tyler wasn't worried, Kurai always did this after a battle. He wondered if he should go after him. . . . . . no, he'd work it out on his own.
'Why won't this feeling leave me alone?!' He thought annoyed. 'Even though I won the battle easily, I did everything I wanted to, and yet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I feel like I didn't really win, like Kai had something I could never beat, and that he was teasing me.' He lifted his hand up and stared at it for a moment before his eyes widened in shock. It was trembling.
'This is absurd! I'm . . . . . . . . . . I'm actually afraid, I'm afraid of them. I'm scared of the Bladebreakers.
But why?!' He stared annoyed then stood straight and headed for the door, he left without giving an explanation to the others and slammed the door in his wake, leaving Lessa and Striker staring at the retreating view of the angry youth.
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Tyler launched the blade but for some reason, it just didn't feel right. Like he was beyblading with someone else's blade. He sighed and picked up the spinning blade, suddenly a thought struck him. Of course! That's why it felt wrong to hold it, he smiled. Black Dranzer, the name. It reminded him too much of Kai, the boy who was a weakling. He smiled and christened the bitbeast with a new name.
"Falcon." He whispered, the center glowed red and Tyler laughed.
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"So he's out to get us huh?" Tyson murmured pacing.
"More then remove you, he wants to KILL you." Kurai corrected, Tyson stopped moving in pure shock.
"Yeah right, I'd like to see him try." Kai snorted and stood up, he walked out of the room slamming the door. Tyson moved to follow but Ray stopped him.
"He needs some time alone. Let him be." Max nodded and Tyson sighed, then pouting he slumped down on the couch and muttered one word in pure annoyance.
"Fine."
"So what about you guys? How did Tyler get Black Dranzer? And why are you helping us anyway?" Max wanted to know, Kurai shook his head.
"I'm helping you because. . . . . . something about you tells me that you can help me." The others stared and he replied to their wandering gazes.
"You see. . . . I've never really known family. I was raised into the abbey from birth, I can't even remember my mother. I'm not even sure I HAVE a mother."
"What?!" Max cried out. "That's ridiculous. Everyone's got a mother." He scorned, Kurai was already shaking his head.
"No one in Biovolt is sure if they have a mother." He murmured to them, Kenny stared, then whispered "How come?" Kurai looked at them, gave another sigh and began his tale.
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"For years now, I can't remember how long. Biovolt continued it's work, but in hiding. They still brought in children, but the ones they brought in were usually from the streets, or from an orphanage. Believe it or not, me and Tyler came from the same place. But they weren't getting enough kids one year, and the kids they DID get were poor, and as they put it 'unfit' to train. That's when Boris decided to play god. He. . . . . . . . . . he began to create cybernetic beings, robots basically, made to be the perfect beybladers. He also created this chemical which is supposed to enhance a human's abilities, he gave it to a select few. Only four." He stopped, and stared at the ground.
"The Black Falcons . . . . . ." Ray breathed out with realization. Max stared and Tyson gaped. Kurai only nodded, the youth felt hot pinpricks in his eyes. Max did what anyone should have done and patted the ten year old on the back gently. Kurai looked at him with gratitude.
"Please don't blame Tyler for his actions. He had it tougher then me."
"What do you mean?" Kenny inquired.
"I at least knew my parents, and they loved me. Tyler though, he knew his parents, but I almost wish he didn't. His parents abandoned him when he was 4. He lived on the streets for about 3 years, when he was 7 he got put into a home, mainly because he caused too much trouble on the streets. Ty went through about. . . . . . 8 or 9 foster homes before Boris took him in. The others are pretty much the same. Striker's family was killed by a car accident. His parents and his older sister. Lessa, she was an orphan when her mom died of leukemia, her father just left them when it got too tough. In short we've all had a rough life, but the one who had it the toughest was Ty. He's never known love, compassion, or anything like that. He's only known pain, sorrow, basically the negative feelings." Silence took the room before Tyson broke it with a sigh.
"This sounds like some cheesy soap opera." Everyone glared, then Kurai broke out laughing.
"You're right! It does. Man, and I hate those things, you always want to punch someone's lights out."
"That's so true!" Max replied in fits of laughter. The tension lightened and Kurai smiled. Now he knew what they had that the Falcons didn't. They had something everyone in Biovolt longed for. Freedom, and happiness.
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"Dammit!!" Tyler yelled out. He still couldn't get that feeling out of his head, the feeling that Kai had bested him, and Tyler Paladin hated to be bested at anything. He felt something at the back of his neck and spun around. He saw the shadow growing on the wall and he sighed. Maybe choosing to come to the parking lot in front of the Fantasy Land hotel *wasn't* such a great idea. . . . .
He saw the hair, the clothes and knew it was the first and last person he wanted to see right now. Kai. The youth would want to know why Tyler had Black Dranzer, or as Tyler now called him; Falcon. Explaining would be a pain, and if he didn't' explain it was most likely that Kai would figure it out for himself. However, talking to Kai might help explain this weird feeling. As expected Kai stepped out into plain view, which said two things.
One; I want to talk.
Two; I'm pissed
Tyler sighed as he brought up his launcher and ripped the cord out of the shooter, the blade shot forward, bounced off the wall leaving a dent, and landed in a smooth spin. Tyler smiled and raised his hand, palm down. The blade shot forward and jumped into his hand with a neat *thunk* and click. He turned to the now stern faced youth standing on the gravel.
"What do you want?" Tyler demanded irritably. Kai walked down the steps and stood only about 2 feet away from the black haired youth.
"I want to know, why you let my team win those battles, and what you're up to."
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Tyler leaned against the wall of the waiting room, Lessa and Striker were arguing about something, he didn't bother to find out what. Kurai had vanished after the match, Tyler wasn't worried, Kurai always did this after a battle. He wondered if he should go after him. . . . . . no, he'd work it out on his own.
'Why won't this feeling leave me alone?!' He thought annoyed. 'Even though I won the battle easily, I did everything I wanted to, and yet. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I feel like I didn't really win, like Kai had something I could never beat, and that he was teasing me.' He lifted his hand up and stared at it for a moment before his eyes widened in shock. It was trembling.
'This is absurd! I'm . . . . . . . . . . I'm actually afraid, I'm afraid of them. I'm scared of the Bladebreakers.
But why?!' He stared annoyed then stood straight and headed for the door, he left without giving an explanation to the others and slammed the door in his wake, leaving Lessa and Striker staring at the retreating view of the angry youth.
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Tyler launched the blade but for some reason, it just didn't feel right. Like he was beyblading with someone else's blade. He sighed and picked up the spinning blade, suddenly a thought struck him. Of course! That's why it felt wrong to hold it, he smiled. Black Dranzer, the name. It reminded him too much of Kai, the boy who was a weakling. He smiled and christened the bitbeast with a new name.
"Falcon." He whispered, the center glowed red and Tyler laughed.
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"So he's out to get us huh?" Tyson murmured pacing.
"More then remove you, he wants to KILL you." Kurai corrected, Tyson stopped moving in pure shock.
"Yeah right, I'd like to see him try." Kai snorted and stood up, he walked out of the room slamming the door. Tyson moved to follow but Ray stopped him.
"He needs some time alone. Let him be." Max nodded and Tyson sighed, then pouting he slumped down on the couch and muttered one word in pure annoyance.
"Fine."
"So what about you guys? How did Tyler get Black Dranzer? And why are you helping us anyway?" Max wanted to know, Kurai shook his head.
"I'm helping you because. . . . . . something about you tells me that you can help me." The others stared and he replied to their wandering gazes.
"You see. . . . I've never really known family. I was raised into the abbey from birth, I can't even remember my mother. I'm not even sure I HAVE a mother."
"What?!" Max cried out. "That's ridiculous. Everyone's got a mother." He scorned, Kurai was already shaking his head.
"No one in Biovolt is sure if they have a mother." He murmured to them, Kenny stared, then whispered "How come?" Kurai looked at them, gave another sigh and began his tale.
~~~~~
"For years now, I can't remember how long. Biovolt continued it's work, but in hiding. They still brought in children, but the ones they brought in were usually from the streets, or from an orphanage. Believe it or not, me and Tyler came from the same place. But they weren't getting enough kids one year, and the kids they DID get were poor, and as they put it 'unfit' to train. That's when Boris decided to play god. He. . . . . . . . . . he began to create cybernetic beings, robots basically, made to be the perfect beybladers. He also created this chemical which is supposed to enhance a human's abilities, he gave it to a select few. Only four." He stopped, and stared at the ground.
"The Black Falcons . . . . . ." Ray breathed out with realization. Max stared and Tyson gaped. Kurai only nodded, the youth felt hot pinpricks in his eyes. Max did what anyone should have done and patted the ten year old on the back gently. Kurai looked at him with gratitude.
"Please don't blame Tyler for his actions. He had it tougher then me."
"What do you mean?" Kenny inquired.
"I at least knew my parents, and they loved me. Tyler though, he knew his parents, but I almost wish he didn't. His parents abandoned him when he was 4. He lived on the streets for about 3 years, when he was 7 he got put into a home, mainly because he caused too much trouble on the streets. Ty went through about. . . . . . 8 or 9 foster homes before Boris took him in. The others are pretty much the same. Striker's family was killed by a car accident. His parents and his older sister. Lessa, she was an orphan when her mom died of leukemia, her father just left them when it got too tough. In short we've all had a rough life, but the one who had it the toughest was Ty. He's never known love, compassion, or anything like that. He's only known pain, sorrow, basically the negative feelings." Silence took the room before Tyson broke it with a sigh.
"This sounds like some cheesy soap opera." Everyone glared, then Kurai broke out laughing.
"You're right! It does. Man, and I hate those things, you always want to punch someone's lights out."
"That's so true!" Max replied in fits of laughter. The tension lightened and Kurai smiled. Now he knew what they had that the Falcons didn't. They had something everyone in Biovolt longed for. Freedom, and happiness.
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"Dammit!!" Tyler yelled out. He still couldn't get that feeling out of his head, the feeling that Kai had bested him, and Tyler Paladin hated to be bested at anything. He felt something at the back of his neck and spun around. He saw the shadow growing on the wall and he sighed. Maybe choosing to come to the parking lot in front of the Fantasy Land hotel *wasn't* such a great idea. . . . .
He saw the hair, the clothes and knew it was the first and last person he wanted to see right now. Kai. The youth would want to know why Tyler had Black Dranzer, or as Tyler now called him; Falcon. Explaining would be a pain, and if he didn't' explain it was most likely that Kai would figure it out for himself. However, talking to Kai might help explain this weird feeling. As expected Kai stepped out into plain view, which said two things.
One; I want to talk.
Two; I'm pissed
Tyler sighed as he brought up his launcher and ripped the cord out of the shooter, the blade shot forward, bounced off the wall leaving a dent, and landed in a smooth spin. Tyler smiled and raised his hand, palm down. The blade shot forward and jumped into his hand with a neat *thunk* and click. He turned to the now stern faced youth standing on the gravel.
"What do you want?" Tyler demanded irritably. Kai walked down the steps and stood only about 2 feet away from the black haired youth.
"I want to know, why you let my team win those battles, and what you're up to."
Disclaimer: Not mine.