Chapter 8: The Fight and The End
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The Demolition Boys easily took out all the blades.
"HOW COULD WE LOSE?????" Steven yelled.
As bit-beasts started being sucked out of their blades, Lee cried, "Not again!"
After all the bit-beasts had been sucked out of blades, the Demolition Boys left the same way they had come in. The two teams were trapped, but they were all too heart-broken to realise this. They did notice, however, that the room was being suddenly filled with a strange purple mist-like gas. They began coughing and choking and stayed low to the ground. Despite this, one by one, they collapsed. Mariah was the last to collapse and just before fainting, she called out for Ray, and her voice echoed far into the distance in the barren land of Russia.
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"Ferdinand..."
The man gave him an ugly look. "It's sir, got it?"
"...Yes, sir..."
Ferdinand asked him, "What did you want, anyway?" (*A/N now he's Fern, k?)
"I was wondering, sir, how we're going to keep Master Robert out of this plan."
Fern gave him a glare, then hit him in the head. He told him impatiently, "It's Robert, you fool. Master Robert was- and is only for weak, obedient slaves. We're not slaves, we are geniuses, and masterminds. And as for Robert, he already knows, so we don't have to worry about him finding out."
"What? He knows? Fer- I mean, sir, how did you come by this information?"
"You know the computer whiz?"
"Mardy? Yeah, so? Wait- you don't mean...?
"Yeah, he was a traitor and liar all along. He sent Robert mail. He tried to hide it, but he forgot to erase his trail. Heh! Fool didn't know I used to be a computer whiz, too. In fact, I still am. Just don't use my skills as much. He told Robert he would run away, and he did. He's been "missing" for hours. Don't have to worry. Our master will get rid of him, and we'll get paid tons."
"... Right..."
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Ray gasped in shock and cried out in pain. Everyone had been eagerly chatting about random topics, and turned to him. He was getting strange looks from everyone.
"Dude, what's the matter?" Tyson asked him.
Ray tried to reply, but all they could make out was, "Pain... heart... Mariah... trouble... must... help... them..."
Max looked stunned. "What d'ya think he's talkin' about?"
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"Majestics, ready?" Robert called to his team.
In unison, they replied, "READY!"
Boris looked smug. "Excellent, I know I will enjoy this."
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Flashback
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Many boys and girls woke up in a strange lab, but they had lost their former lives. Now, they had become slaves for BIOVOLT, without free will. They stepped out. Boris was standing there, and ordered them, "You will dispose of the Majestics. Defeat to our enemies! Victory is life!"
The answer was, "Un-der-stood. We... will... dispose... of... the... Majestics!
De-feat to our en-emies! Vic-tory is life! We live only to serve BIOVOLT and fulfil the purpose. We do not feel. We do not think. We merely are." Boris looked as proud as he had ever looked. He gave them a malicious smile. All he said was, "Excellent."
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Present
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The Majestics got ready to launch as a hidden door opened. Dark shapes walked in. As they walked farther into the room, the Majestics could make out the shapes. They became clear. A tall boy with strange eyebrows, a short boy with green hair in a ponytail, and a boy with what looked like a bone necklace and torn shirt. A girl with pink hair, a short girl with orange hair and in a lab coat holding a tennis racket, a boy with a football, another with a basketball, and yet another with a baseball.
Robert gasped in shock. "Coward!" he called to Boris. Boris only laughed evilly.
Oliver murmured, "What did you do to the White Tigers?"
Enrique added, "And the All-Stars?"
Johnny put in, "Cheap shot! Kidnapping to increase your little "army"! And some of the best blading teams around too!" It had taken Johnny a lot of courage to say that, but he had said it. It was always hard for him to admit someone else was good.
Robert called the White Tiger captain by name, "Lee! Please answer me, friend!"
Enrique added worriedly, "Michael, tell me you're in there!"
They only answered simultaneously, "We know not those names and care not those names. We live only to serve BIOVOLT and its mission. We obey only the master."
Boris looked at them arrogantly. "My superior slaves! Dispose of our intruders and enemies as you swore to obey! Destroy their beyblades and take their bit-beasts to add to our army! Show no mercy! Show no feeling! Show only coldness and cruelty!"
The two teams all gazed at Boris with zombie eyes and replied in a robot-like voice, "Understood, Master. We will obey. We will crush the opponent and seize victory for BIOVOLT and for evil."
They launched. The Majestics hadn't been ready for this, but launched as well. All the beyblades attacked, and it was simple to see why the dish was so big. They crashed and a blinding light barely fazed the brainwashed teams, but left the Majestics blind. Slowly, their eyes recovered and the smoke and dust cleared. There, among the rubble, were 8 blades spinning. The Majestics searched furiously for their blades and found them shattered, except the bit. They were left undamaged. The bits began to glow and the beasts started getting sucked out of the blades. The beasts were quickly gathered, and everyone in the room left, leaving the Majestics trapped. The boys saw no way out. The dish, or what was left of it, fell back to its original position and was closed. The boys weren't sure what to do when, it happened.
A purple gas filled the room almost instantly. They fell to the floor, trying to crawl wherever there was breathable air. Before they could, they collapsed, their minds clouded with dark shapes and thoughts.
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Commercial break! Today's message comes from DME: Still fine-tuning Tyson's dictionary, but be patient and check out my poems and other stories.
DME: Whew! I need a break after that! Wait a minute!
Ray: What's up, DME?
DME: I'm supposed to be doing my homework right now.
Tyson: Oh, man, how did you get out of it?
DME: Well, I'm sitting at the computer, typing furiously, and my dad's working. It's my mom's day off, so she checks on me once in a while.
Max: But how do you get out of doing your homework?
DME: I was getting to that! Anyway, she just peeks, so she won't "disturb" me, but she never actually reads what I'm typing. So here she is thinking I'm doing A+ homework, when I'm typing a story chapter instead. But I'll have it done by tomorrow! I just needed a break, that's all.
Kenny: I don't know anyone else who takes a break for half an hour...
DME: (*frantically*) First of all, it's only been 5 minutes because I only finished typing the last scene. Secondly, since when do you count how long my breaks are?
Kenny: Yes, but you spent forever perfecting the last scene, so it's been 30 minutes!
DME: Don't argue with me! It has not!
Kenny: Don't argue with data. It has.
DME: Has not!
Kenny: Has too.
DME: Has not!
Kenny: Has too.
(*DME and Kenny keep arguing while Max finds his pixie sticks and shares, amazingly*)
Tyson: SUGAR! (*JUMP*) (*JUMP*) (*JUMP*)
Max: SUGAR IS SOOOOO NICE!! (*JUMP*) (*JUMP*) (*JUMP*)
Ray: Sugar! (*jump*) Sugar! (*jump*) Sugar! (*jump*)
(*DME finally gets tired of arguing in her story*)
DME: That's it! (*snap*) (*Kenny appears in tight leather pants and one of Kai's shirts*)
Kenny: No! What did you do?!?!?
DME: Everything goes the writer's way. I'm the writer, so admit I'm right, or you stay like this until the end of the story. Writers have all the power here.
Kenny: (*hyperventilating*) These pant-pants. You-you right, k-k-k?
DME: (*happily*) All I wanted to hear. (*snap*) (*Kenny is back to normal*)
Kenny: Th-thank you, evil demon writer! (*runs away as fast as he can*)
DME: WHAT WAS THAT?
Kenny: (*heard in the distance*) Nothing! NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL!
DME: Good. Better not be.
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Fern picked up his "special" phone. He had installed it personally, and few knew its number. "Yes?" he said, without a hint of warmth. He laughed, and answered, "That is excellent, Master. Now we can proceed as planned."
He glanced at the man that he had given a glare earlier and spoke to him. "I told you our master would dispose of Robert. That fool walked right into the trap set for him. He never was as smart as us, and especially not as smart as the Master. He is truly a genius. Clever, conspiring, and totally without weak human emotions to bring him down. He is the one who shall have control over this pathetic world and bring us glory!"
"So... Robert is... out of it?"
"Completely! Forever!"
"... Good..."
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I really have to stop here because I'm literally buried in homework and studying and stuff. Well, it may not seem like it, but that was a lot of work, so please review!