Deliverance
Kai grunted while pulling sharply on the ripcord to his beyblade, watching it skid of towards the statue and round it three times he smiled slightly. Dranzer was in excellent shape for the upcoming competition, he was sure that anyone he went up against this year would have an even tougher time beating him than they had before. Dranzer finished the circuit by smashing through crate of empty soda bottles. Broken shards of glass and twisted plastic littered the floor as Kai collected the still spinning Dranzer and reattached it to his launcher.
Leaning down he began to clean up the mess he made when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a girl watching him. She was leaning against the wall a small smile on her extremely pretty face, she seemed to know he was staring at her when she spoke up, "Impressive blade." Kai ignored her and continued cleaning up his mess, she didn't seem to bothered though and continued to talk, "I'm kinda into blading myself. How about a battle?"
Kai stood and dumped the piece of broken glass and plastic into a nearby garbage can, "I only blade when it suits me," he replied, his back to her, "and isn't a waste of my time."
"Hey," she teased, "Don't get all defensive on me sport, I was only asking," she quietened down as Kai went back to cleaning the rest of the mess. "So…you in town for the beyblade championships?" he didn't respond, "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to ignore someone whose talking to you," there was that sarcastic tone again.
"My mother died when I was born," Kai remarked offhandedly, "and like I said before, if it's not worth my time then I don't bother," with that he dumped the remaining trash and strode past her and left down the alley and turned into the street.
The girl just smiled while fingering the blade inside of her pocket, "Don't worry Kai, I'll make it worth your time."
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"Yo Tyson, what's up bro?"
"Michael, I told you," Tyson turned to face the captain of the All Stars an exasperated look on his face, "I'm not facing anymore challengers until after the tournament. Okay?"
Michael looked bewildered by that comment and shook his head, "Na, na, you got it all wrong Tyson, I just wanted to ask you if I could get your autograph for my kid sisters birthday. She like, has a major crush on you, it's totally not sweet."
Tyson knew this must be so humiliating for Michael and decided to milk it, "I don't know Michael, is she a member of the Blade Breakers fan club?"
Michael snorted, "Hell no, like I'd ever let that happen. She's an All Star all the way," Michael noticed the way Tyson was staring at him, "But I guess, if she wants to join your fan club I can't stand in her way."
A grin plastered Tyson's face, "Well, when you put it that way I guess it couldn't hurt."
"She wants you to sign this," Michael held out a beyblade launcher that was pink in colour.
Tyson couldn't help but laugh, "How long have you had to carry that thing around with you?"
"Don't ask," Michael grumbled, "you should've seen some of the looks I got walking around with a pink launcher, give me my old baseball any day," he span the ball on the tip of his index finger.
"I know what you mean," Tyson replied while scribbling his John Hancock on the flat part of the launcher, "when you find a winning formula, you should stick to it," he handed the launcher back to Michael who took it carefully while trying not to smudge the writing.
"Thanks Tyson, she's going to be over the moon when she opens this."
"No problem," Tyson then remembered why he was out on in the arena anyway, "Hey, you haven't seen Kai around have you, he went out yesterday morning and we haven't seen him since."
Michael glanced up, "Oh sure, Eddie said he saw him training in an alley down on Tantallon Road, he looked deep in concentration too. He's really pumped about this upcoming tournament huh?"
"Yeah, must be," Tyson glanced to Michael who was snatching his baseball out of the air, "I'd better go get him, I'll see you at the tournament Mikey."
"Don't call me that," Michael yelled as Tyson ran off into the distance, "I hate that," he muttered while turning back and heading towards the food court.
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Paige closed the door behind her and set Halex down on the table beside the other blade and collapsed into the seat with a groan, "Where the hell have you been?" Zack asked angrily from the doorway to the bathroom.
"I told you, I needed some fresh air, what is that a crime?" Paige remarked her eyes closed while she massaged her temples in an attempt to whether her oncoming headache.
"An hour I said, you've been gone for over three, I've got Edward and Alex out there searching for you, what do you think you're playing at?" Zack came around the table so he could stare Paige straight in the eye.
"I needed some fresh air, so? Besides if you wanted to reach me why didn't you just ring my…" she stopped when Zack held up her cellphone in his right hand, "Oh…whoops."
Zack buried his head in his hands, "I'm not angry with you Paige, just worried, you do know that don't you?"
"Of course I do," there was a few moments silence, "it won't happen again."
"I hope not," standing Zack flipped open his cell and proceeded to call both Alex and Edward back to the room, however when he turned back to look at Paige he noticed she was grinning at him, "What?"
"Guess who I talked to when I was out on my walk?"
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In a deserted location in the north of England Boris stepped off of the plane and immediately shivered, in Russia it was freezing in the winter. But apparently here, it was freezing all year round, and that was why he hated England. He hated the people, he hated the food and he especially hated the weather.
Clutching his black briefcase to his waist tightly Boris made his way down the steps of the plane and stepped onto the airfield, his trademark grimace partially hidden behind his black mask he took in the area with one swoop of the head. He noticed his limo was waiting for him at least 100 yards away and so began the brisk walk to warmth with his two minders in tow.
"Uh."
"Ah."
There were two thuds behind Boris who turned a head to notice that both of his bodyguards were now lying face down unconscious, the back of their heads slowly beginning to seep blood by whatever had hit them. Fearing a sniper Boris whirled around in a desperate attempt to locate someone else, and what he focussed on horrified him even more than the thought of what Voltaire could do to him.
Two figures in black cloaks were approaching him slowly, their faces hidden beneath the hoods they slowly but methodically advanced on the Executive at Biovolt who turned to his right, only to see another cloaked figure, the left was the same and so with only one route of escape Boris sprinted towards his limo, clutching the briefcase he held to his chest.
Taking a chance he glanced over his shoulder and noticed that the robed figures were not pursuing, rather, they were just staring at him. The thought of why that was crossed his mind for about a millisecond before self preservation took over, yanking the door to the limo open Boris dived in slammed it shut behind him.
"Driver, get me out of here, NOW!" Boris waited, and waited, but the limousine remained stationary, "Didn't you hear what I said?" Boris screamed, hitting the release that would bring the guard down, "I SAID…" he went dumb, a cloaked figure turned to face him, the only thing visible in the darkness was a chilling smile.
Lunging for the door Boris heard the familiar click of the locks being activated before the screen rose again trapping him in the back. Yanking on the door handle, hoping for a different result even though he knew there wouldn't be Boris began pounding on the window with the briefcase when a low, feminine voice echoed through the darkness.
"Hello Boris," the light opposite him flickered on to reveal a beautiful woman who smiled seductively at him, however it was the smile of a lover, it was the smile of a wolf, "I think you have something that belongs to us."
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To Be Continued
By Boulder
Kai grunted while pulling sharply on the ripcord to his beyblade, watching it skid of towards the statue and round it three times he smiled slightly. Dranzer was in excellent shape for the upcoming competition, he was sure that anyone he went up against this year would have an even tougher time beating him than they had before. Dranzer finished the circuit by smashing through crate of empty soda bottles. Broken shards of glass and twisted plastic littered the floor as Kai collected the still spinning Dranzer and reattached it to his launcher.
Leaning down he began to clean up the mess he made when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a girl watching him. She was leaning against the wall a small smile on her extremely pretty face, she seemed to know he was staring at her when she spoke up, "Impressive blade." Kai ignored her and continued cleaning up his mess, she didn't seem to bothered though and continued to talk, "I'm kinda into blading myself. How about a battle?"
Kai stood and dumped the piece of broken glass and plastic into a nearby garbage can, "I only blade when it suits me," he replied, his back to her, "and isn't a waste of my time."
"Hey," she teased, "Don't get all defensive on me sport, I was only asking," she quietened down as Kai went back to cleaning the rest of the mess. "So…you in town for the beyblade championships?" he didn't respond, "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to ignore someone whose talking to you," there was that sarcastic tone again.
"My mother died when I was born," Kai remarked offhandedly, "and like I said before, if it's not worth my time then I don't bother," with that he dumped the remaining trash and strode past her and left down the alley and turned into the street.
The girl just smiled while fingering the blade inside of her pocket, "Don't worry Kai, I'll make it worth your time."
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"Yo Tyson, what's up bro?"
"Michael, I told you," Tyson turned to face the captain of the All Stars an exasperated look on his face, "I'm not facing anymore challengers until after the tournament. Okay?"
Michael looked bewildered by that comment and shook his head, "Na, na, you got it all wrong Tyson, I just wanted to ask you if I could get your autograph for my kid sisters birthday. She like, has a major crush on you, it's totally not sweet."
Tyson knew this must be so humiliating for Michael and decided to milk it, "I don't know Michael, is she a member of the Blade Breakers fan club?"
Michael snorted, "Hell no, like I'd ever let that happen. She's an All Star all the way," Michael noticed the way Tyson was staring at him, "But I guess, if she wants to join your fan club I can't stand in her way."
A grin plastered Tyson's face, "Well, when you put it that way I guess it couldn't hurt."
"She wants you to sign this," Michael held out a beyblade launcher that was pink in colour.
Tyson couldn't help but laugh, "How long have you had to carry that thing around with you?"
"Don't ask," Michael grumbled, "you should've seen some of the looks I got walking around with a pink launcher, give me my old baseball any day," he span the ball on the tip of his index finger.
"I know what you mean," Tyson replied while scribbling his John Hancock on the flat part of the launcher, "when you find a winning formula, you should stick to it," he handed the launcher back to Michael who took it carefully while trying not to smudge the writing.
"Thanks Tyson, she's going to be over the moon when she opens this."
"No problem," Tyson then remembered why he was out on in the arena anyway, "Hey, you haven't seen Kai around have you, he went out yesterday morning and we haven't seen him since."
Michael glanced up, "Oh sure, Eddie said he saw him training in an alley down on Tantallon Road, he looked deep in concentration too. He's really pumped about this upcoming tournament huh?"
"Yeah, must be," Tyson glanced to Michael who was snatching his baseball out of the air, "I'd better go get him, I'll see you at the tournament Mikey."
"Don't call me that," Michael yelled as Tyson ran off into the distance, "I hate that," he muttered while turning back and heading towards the food court.
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Paige closed the door behind her and set Halex down on the table beside the other blade and collapsed into the seat with a groan, "Where the hell have you been?" Zack asked angrily from the doorway to the bathroom.
"I told you, I needed some fresh air, what is that a crime?" Paige remarked her eyes closed while she massaged her temples in an attempt to whether her oncoming headache.
"An hour I said, you've been gone for over three, I've got Edward and Alex out there searching for you, what do you think you're playing at?" Zack came around the table so he could stare Paige straight in the eye.
"I needed some fresh air, so? Besides if you wanted to reach me why didn't you just ring my…" she stopped when Zack held up her cellphone in his right hand, "Oh…whoops."
Zack buried his head in his hands, "I'm not angry with you Paige, just worried, you do know that don't you?"
"Of course I do," there was a few moments silence, "it won't happen again."
"I hope not," standing Zack flipped open his cell and proceeded to call both Alex and Edward back to the room, however when he turned back to look at Paige he noticed she was grinning at him, "What?"
"Guess who I talked to when I was out on my walk?"
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In a deserted location in the north of England Boris stepped off of the plane and immediately shivered, in Russia it was freezing in the winter. But apparently here, it was freezing all year round, and that was why he hated England. He hated the people, he hated the food and he especially hated the weather.
Clutching his black briefcase to his waist tightly Boris made his way down the steps of the plane and stepped onto the airfield, his trademark grimace partially hidden behind his black mask he took in the area with one swoop of the head. He noticed his limo was waiting for him at least 100 yards away and so began the brisk walk to warmth with his two minders in tow.
"Uh."
"Ah."
There were two thuds behind Boris who turned a head to notice that both of his bodyguards were now lying face down unconscious, the back of their heads slowly beginning to seep blood by whatever had hit them. Fearing a sniper Boris whirled around in a desperate attempt to locate someone else, and what he focussed on horrified him even more than the thought of what Voltaire could do to him.
Two figures in black cloaks were approaching him slowly, their faces hidden beneath the hoods they slowly but methodically advanced on the Executive at Biovolt who turned to his right, only to see another cloaked figure, the left was the same and so with only one route of escape Boris sprinted towards his limo, clutching the briefcase he held to his chest.
Taking a chance he glanced over his shoulder and noticed that the robed figures were not pursuing, rather, they were just staring at him. The thought of why that was crossed his mind for about a millisecond before self preservation took over, yanking the door to the limo open Boris dived in slammed it shut behind him.
"Driver, get me out of here, NOW!" Boris waited, and waited, but the limousine remained stationary, "Didn't you hear what I said?" Boris screamed, hitting the release that would bring the guard down, "I SAID…" he went dumb, a cloaked figure turned to face him, the only thing visible in the darkness was a chilling smile.
Lunging for the door Boris heard the familiar click of the locks being activated before the screen rose again trapping him in the back. Yanking on the door handle, hoping for a different result even though he knew there wouldn't be Boris began pounding on the window with the briefcase when a low, feminine voice echoed through the darkness.
"Hello Boris," the light opposite him flickered on to reveal a beautiful woman who smiled seductively at him, however it was the smile of a lover, it was the smile of a wolf, "I think you have something that belongs to us."
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To Be Continued
By Boulder