Again, thanks for all the reviews I already have the next chapter typed out and I'm out of torture ideas. Please tell me some torture ideas. I asked my friend and they gave me the most disturbing torture ideas. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to my friends great, great, great, great grandfather named King. Now on with the story, oh yeah, Brent sucks and he's yaoi .(don't ask I wanted my revenge for him spreading remours about me)

"Where the hell are Boris and Voltaire!" shouted Tala to the guard.

"Went down to America," the guard replied in a gruff voice.

"What do you mean gone to America?" Tala asked starting to calm down.

"Said something about Bryan, said he was missing or some what not, he went down to the BBA I think."

"Bryan? What happened to Bryan? Please tell me." The guard looked at him annoyed. "I don't have all day. And whatever happened to Bryan is none of your business."

"None of my business?" exclaimed Tala; "he's my teammate!"

"Listen," the guard said loosing his temper, "I hear there are copies of what happened in Voltaire's office, go check out what happened for yourself."

Tala looked at the guard curiously. "Copies? Copies of what?"

"Go bug someone else," the guard said glaring at Tala.

Tala seeing that the guard would not change his mind went to go see his teammates and see if any of them had the nerve to sneak into Voltaire's office.

"Into Voltaire's office? Are you mad? Do you have any idea what Voltaire would do to us if he ever found out?" Ian said.

"I know the risk Ian but there's something up and I want to know what. Plus Bryan is are teammate," he added trying to guilt his teammates.

"I'm sorry Tala, but there is to much at risk," said Ian.

"Yeah, I'm with Ian on this one. Sorry Tala, but if we were caught think about what could happen. We could even be kicked out of the abbey," Spencer said.

Tala glared at them. But he knew the risk was indeed very high. He turned away heading towards Voltaire's office.

He was on his own he thought. But it did not bother him one bit. If it would get Bryan back he would do it.

He came to the large door. His hand shaky, but it managed to turn the knob on the door.

He gulped and stepped into the huge office. He looked around nervously as if Voltaire would appear suddenly with his angry eyes. "What is the meaning of this?" he could hear Voltaire demand in his head.

He took another step in and saw the three tapes on Voltaire's desk. He rushed foreword and grabbed the tapes quickly.

He got out of the office as fast as he could. He sighed relieved once he closed the large door. He had gotten the tapes.

The tapes that would answer his unanswered questions about Bryan. And why the guards and Boris and Voltaire were acting so strangely.

Another thing that he wondered about was that recently the security had been booted up. They weren't even aloud to go outside without someone or after dark.

Then he realized something he had no VCR. Oh, how could he have been so stupid? He looked at the door.

There was a VCR and a TV in there where he could watch the tapes. He slowly entered the room. He saw the TV infront of Voltaire's large desk. He walked over it to it and put the first tape in. he was shocked but quickly put in the other tapes.

Once he had finished all the tapes. He felt himself grow so angry that he felt he could kill the black haired man right here and then if he had been present.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt tears stream from his blue eyes. That man had hurt Bryan so much.

He new Bryan would never be the same. That man had raped him and beaten him. How could someone be so cruel he wondered.

He felt a sense of determination build up inside him. He would go to America and hunt down this horrible man.

He left Voltaire's office. He went to his cell and dug his hand under his lumpy bed. He found his hidden stash of money that was to be only used for emergency.

He walked swiftly out of the doors. "Where are you going?" demanded the guard. "To practice" Tala lied. The guard nodded.

"Don't be to late," he warned but Tala didn't hear him because he had already started to walk down the busy streets of Russia.

After an hour of walking he found himself infront of the large airport. He could see planes landing and taking off all around him. He looked at the cash in his hand hoping it would be enough for a plane ticket.

He entered the airport. He looked around him. People of all different cultures walked the hallways talking in different languages.

They pointed their fingers at different boarding stations to lost tourist. Tala suddenly felt incredibly worried.

This was only his second time only on a plane, and the first time he was only four.

He walked up to a desk where he imagined he could purchase the ticket. "End of the line!" he heard an angry man's voice say. "Hey no cuts" he heard an annoyed women's voice call at him.

He turned around panicking. He saw a long line. "Sorry" he said quickly. "Damn teenagers, think their so hot and that they can just cut in line whenever they want," Tala heard someone say. He stepped in at the end of the long line.

After hours of waiting and listening to a group of women talking about their teenage kids, Tala came to the front of the line.

He saw an available desk at the far end. He ran to it and was welcomed by a brightful young women with a smile that could brighten anyone's day.

"How may I help you?" she asked. "May I please have a ticket to America?" Tala asked nervously. "Why, of coarse," she said smiling brightly. "Just fill out this form," she said handing him a redrastration form. He nodded and filled it out.

"That will be nine hundred," she said once Tala had filled out the form and she had checked it to be sure that he filled the form out correctly.

Tala handed her the money. "Do you have any luggage?" Tala shook his head no. She looked shocked for a moment but she followed it with a smile. "Now here's your ticket," she said handing him the ticket.

"Don't loose it," she warned. Tala shoved the ticket in his pocket. He, with a little help from some people, found his station ten minutes before the plane took off.

He sat down in his seat and rested his head on the firm seat falling into a deep sleep in a matter of minutes.