I'm sorry if you were reading my other fic and wanted to see it updated, but i had this idea and
had to write it. Its all about the demolition boys, mainly Tala. Its about what happened to them
after the russian tournement and this is chapter 1 of many! I will update my other fic but this
idea needs attention, besides i suddenly got obsessed with Tala!
Enough about me and on with the story. There may be slight Yaoi references to Kai/Rei but they
are not main characters in this so it will only be short mild references.
* is thought*
'is speech'
POV= point of view
Tala sighed as himself and the Demolition boys were bundled roughly into another police van. It
had been a year since Voltaire and Boris, the Biovolt leaders, had been locked away, and they had
all lost count of the amount of childrens homes and schools they had been to.
Thinking, Talas POV
I'm a 15 year old cyborg and I'm stuck getting moved from place to place because we're doing what
we think Boris wants us to do. I guess we all know that Boris would want us to continue striking
fear into peoples hearts and causing trouble, but now, even though I'm programmed to do as I'm
told, I'm beginning to doubt Biovolt and their training methods. I can't help thinking that
Boris never cared for us, or had good intentions in mind when he turned me into a cyborg.
After all, he did train us to be the best to help himself and Voltaire achieve world domination.
I can't help what I am. I am a cyborg programmed to win at all costs and have no feelings. No
anger, no sadness, no love. I was fed up. We were guarded like prisoners by four policemen with
stun guns and handcuffed uncomfortably, hands behind our backs. As the journey went on I lost
track of the time, and didn't even know if it was day or night anymore.
End Talas POV
Tala sat up straight from his slouched position as the van came to a halt. He turned to look
out of the window, then remembered that armoured police cars don't have windows.
Tala remembered what they'd done to earn their third ride in a police armoured car. It had
only been a simple mugging. The problem was the victim ended up in intensive care. They had a lot
of criminal charges behind them, and a police record a mile long.
Tala was brought out of his thoughts as the doors opened. They were shoved roughly out of the
van, still handcuffed. It was dusk, Tala noticed. Usually at this time they'd be out terrorising
the streets. They all felt the familiar urge to tear something apart and would have legged it,
if it weren't for the stun guns. They were led inside and just before the door closed Tala gazed
out at the soon to be terrorised territory.
'Our New Home' Tala smirked, then disapeared inside with the rest of his team.
Sorry the chapters so short but this seemed the best place to end it. R&R to let me know your
opinions. This fic is mainly dedicated to my friend China Dragon, who is obsessed with Tala!
This Fic will continue soon because im writing it on paper first.
laters till chap 2!
StormDriger
had to write it. Its all about the demolition boys, mainly Tala. Its about what happened to them
after the russian tournement and this is chapter 1 of many! I will update my other fic but this
idea needs attention, besides i suddenly got obsessed with Tala!
Enough about me and on with the story. There may be slight Yaoi references to Kai/Rei but they
are not main characters in this so it will only be short mild references.
* is thought*
'is speech'
POV= point of view
Tala sighed as himself and the Demolition boys were bundled roughly into another police van. It
had been a year since Voltaire and Boris, the Biovolt leaders, had been locked away, and they had
all lost count of the amount of childrens homes and schools they had been to.
Thinking, Talas POV
I'm a 15 year old cyborg and I'm stuck getting moved from place to place because we're doing what
we think Boris wants us to do. I guess we all know that Boris would want us to continue striking
fear into peoples hearts and causing trouble, but now, even though I'm programmed to do as I'm
told, I'm beginning to doubt Biovolt and their training methods. I can't help thinking that
Boris never cared for us, or had good intentions in mind when he turned me into a cyborg.
After all, he did train us to be the best to help himself and Voltaire achieve world domination.
I can't help what I am. I am a cyborg programmed to win at all costs and have no feelings. No
anger, no sadness, no love. I was fed up. We were guarded like prisoners by four policemen with
stun guns and handcuffed uncomfortably, hands behind our backs. As the journey went on I lost
track of the time, and didn't even know if it was day or night anymore.
End Talas POV
Tala sat up straight from his slouched position as the van came to a halt. He turned to look
out of the window, then remembered that armoured police cars don't have windows.
Tala remembered what they'd done to earn their third ride in a police armoured car. It had
only been a simple mugging. The problem was the victim ended up in intensive care. They had a lot
of criminal charges behind them, and a police record a mile long.
Tala was brought out of his thoughts as the doors opened. They were shoved roughly out of the
van, still handcuffed. It was dusk, Tala noticed. Usually at this time they'd be out terrorising
the streets. They all felt the familiar urge to tear something apart and would have legged it,
if it weren't for the stun guns. They were led inside and just before the door closed Tala gazed
out at the soon to be terrorised territory.
'Our New Home' Tala smirked, then disapeared inside with the rest of his team.
Sorry the chapters so short but this seemed the best place to end it. R&R to let me know your
opinions. This fic is mainly dedicated to my friend China Dragon, who is obsessed with Tala!
This Fic will continue soon because im writing it on paper first.
laters till chap 2!
StormDriger