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Shea, Kenny, and Tyson went back to the hospital to visit their friends, and then took a bus back to the country house. Ray was well enough to return with them, but Kai and Max had to stay in the hospital still. Tyson was grim the whole way, angry and frustrated. At the dinner table he wolfed down the food before him, though without the usual display of enthusiasm. Ray stopped and watched his friend a little worriedly.
"Tyson, are you okay?" He asked, "You are unusually quiet today."
Shea cocked her head and said, "You are not still worried about Tala, are you?"
"A little, I guess." Tyson replied gloomily.
Kenny soothed, "I am sure he will be fine. Boris may be furious at him, but I don't think he can do much. They are still in Canada."
"Yeah." Tyson said, though he didn't seem to believe it.
He wolfed down the last bit of his food and pushed his plates aside. He stood up and put on his jacket.
"I am going to take a walk." He announced.
His three teammates looked at each other, surprised and a little amused, but also worried. Tyson taking a walk cannot be a good sign.
"I will go with you, Tyson." Shea said amiably, "You are not too familiar with this town."
"It's okay, I need some time to think alone." Replied Tyson, "I won't get lost. I am not going too far, I promise."
The other three looked at each other again. Tyson? Need time to think? Alone? Did the sky just become green or something? Finally Ray nodded slightly at the other two.
Shea feigned authority on her face and commanded, "Be back before dark, young man."
Tyson laughed, just a little, and answered, "Yeah, mom."
Kenny laughed too, but then he sighed and said, "Sure thing Tyson. Just don't worry yourself too much. It's not going to help anything."
Tyson nodded and walked out of the door. The evening air was cool and refreshing. He walked down the dusty country road aimlessly, his mind wandering. He took out a bit chip from his pocket and stared at it. The image of a silver wolf stared back at him, threatening to leap out of the chip any second.
"How can I not worry?" He said out loud, to no one in particular, "They haven't seen the look on his face then. He looked like if he was going to his death."
Tyson shuddered and felt a cold dread at his own words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tala had expected punishment to come, but certainly not that fast. He thought Boris would at least wait until they get back to Russia. In the dark abbey, many gruesome things went on without being discovered. He thought Boris would not just send him on his way yet. They were still in a foreign country with fewer corners to hide. But then again, it turned out he over-estimated Boris' patience, and under-estimated his fury and power.
"It is very naughty of you to lose this match, Tala." Boris had said to him, almost sweetly, "As a punishment, you shall walk back to our hotel. That will give you enough time to contemplate your error."
After that Boris said no more and left with the rest of the Demolition Boys, leaving Tala to wander alone on the streets. The red- haired teen thought for a while and finally realized Boris's plan. He shuddered and cursed. He knew his fate was sealed. He stood silently watching the setting sun, a wild mutiny growing in his heart. It was a strange new feeling. Even when he turned down the chance to defeat Tyson, it was not like what he felt now. He never thought of betraying Biovolt then, but now, he wanted to leave the wretched place once and for all.
"Just try and catch me, Boris." Tala narrowed his eyes and murmured. With that he turned and lost himself in the crowd quickly.
He twisted his way through narrow alleys and drives, trying to lose whoever that was shadowing him. He wandered around without a goal, and it was then he caught sight of the Blade Breakers, heading towards the bus station. A sudden hope awoke in him; he could turn to them, at least. He quickened his pace and tried to catch up with the Blade Breakers, but not before he caught a glimpse of a figure in black cloak.
"Damn it!" Tala cursed, knowing it must be someone sent by Boris to shadow him.
He turned and headed off into another alleyway between two shops and disappeared from view. It was something like a hide and seek game. Tala thought amusedly when jumping up on a bus to Surrey. There were no signs of Boris's men, and he was relieved. The bus ride was boring, but it didn't bother him much. At the last stop he jumped down. He was in the middle of nowhere particularly. It was just miles and miles of pastures. He sighed; at least he still remembers the place where the Blade Breakers lived. He picked out the direction and began to walk; thinking in his head that talking to Peter had actually paid off for once.
The view before him was splendid. Beneath his feet were lush, soft, and emerald green grass dotted by colourful flora, and many small birds wove their way through the meadow. A crystalline river wound its way beside him, murmuring and reflecting the last ray of sunlight. If he were not so worried and frustrated, he would actually enjoy the scenery.
Suddenly Tala halted; all of his blood froze at that moment, for he saw standing before him by the river, as if expecting for his arrival, a figure in black coat. He turned but only to find another man standing there, playing with a shiny handgun idly.
"A fine chase you have led us." One man said, "I guess Boris trained you well."
Without more words, the man fired. Tala dropped himself on the ground instantly. The bullet only grazed his arm. He rolled down the steep riverbank and sank into the water. He regretted his decision as soon as he felt the water. It was cold, almost like ice. He cursed silently; who would have thought a river could be so cold in July? Knowing he had no other choice now, he began to swim. He heard bullets cut through the water like raindrops, threatening to hit him any seconds. He clenched his teeth and tried to swim faster. No use; the water was too cold. Instead of gaining speed, he was slowing down. Then finally a bullet hit him, sending swirl of red blood into the emerald green water. He was in a horrible state now: cold, deprived of air and bleeding.
Then a strong hand closed around his wrist like an iron band. The hand dragged him out of the water and onto the grassy bank. Tala forced his eyes to open and looked. The two men were standing before him again, holding their weapons aloft and smirking.
"Really, boy, you think you can escape us that way?" One of the men asked mockingly.
Tala said nothing. There was nothing for him to say. He glared at the men vehemently, like an angry wolf. The man raised his weapon and pointed at his heart. He still had that impatient sneer on his face.
"I will enjoy this, boy." He said.
Registering defeat, Tala closed his eyes and waited for death to claim him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dragoon! Attack!" Tyson screamed as he launched his grey-white blade towards the men in black cloaks.
Tyson had finally exploded. Now all of his buried fury erupted like a volcano, accompanying his blade. There was a furious wind around the small spinning object as it whipped towards its target like a bullet. The man shrieked as the blade hit him, his hand shook and the bullet he fired hit Tala's shoulder instead. The other man brought his weapon up as well and fired wildly at Tyson's direction. One bullet hit the still flying blade and shattered it.
The grey white beyblade exploded with a flash of light, from the light a great dragon emerged. His back was a dark blue colour while his claws were glinting white. His eyes were black with the tint of fire, like burning coal. He hovered in mid-air and glared threateningly at the two men before him. With a mighty roar the dragon sent a twisting tornado towards the two men. The wind carried them far. They were not harmed much, but the experience was punishing enough.
Tyson rushed towards the Russian teen lying on the ground. He knelt down beside him.
"Tala! Are you okay?" Tyson asked worriedly.
Tala was very pale, and his blue eyes were clouded.
"I will be, given time." He answered in a low voice.
Tyson nodded and said, "Come on then, let's go home."
The dragon landed beside them and lowered himself. He carried the two boys on his back and flew into the night sky. It was not a long way to home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shea was growing worried. Tyson had gone for an hour at least, and it was completely dark outside. Normally she wouldn't be that concerned. After all, it was Tyson. But too much had happened lately, and there were many more things to worry about.
"We should go look for him." Ray said with concern, coming to stand beside her.
"We should." Shea replied quietly.
Suddenly Ray's eyes narrowed. He pointed to the night sky outside the window and said, "Look! What is that thing?"
Shea looked and saw a streak of white sailing across the night sky. It was fast, travelling like a silver fish in the dark water. The white streak grew larger and larger steadily, and at last a vague form of a creature could be distinguished.
"Dragoon!" They cried out at the same time.
They rushed out of the door, when hearing their voices Kenny followed too. Outside the door the dragon has just landed, sending a gust of wind towards them.
"Tyson!" Ray shouted, "Are you all right? What happened?"
Tyson answered, "It's not me, it's Tala. He was hurt."
It was chaos. With Ray's help, Tyson moved Tala into the house and put him to rest. Hannah had just returned from the farm and was horrified at the sight. Much explanation followed, also the visit of a doctor. With such commotions Tyson forgot about Dragoon for a while.
Finally when things clamed down a bit Shea approached Tyson. The raven-haired girl put a small stone in his hand. Tyson looked. The stone was blue, with the image of Dragoon carved in white on it.
"Dragoon told you to take care." Shea said softly.
"Yeah." Tyson replied and took the stone, and he smiled like a child.
"Food! I am hungry! Do you have chips, Shea?" He shouted animatedly with a goofy grin.
Shea laughed, " Now you are talking like Tyson."
Shea, Kenny, and Tyson went back to the hospital to visit their friends, and then took a bus back to the country house. Ray was well enough to return with them, but Kai and Max had to stay in the hospital still. Tyson was grim the whole way, angry and frustrated. At the dinner table he wolfed down the food before him, though without the usual display of enthusiasm. Ray stopped and watched his friend a little worriedly.
"Tyson, are you okay?" He asked, "You are unusually quiet today."
Shea cocked her head and said, "You are not still worried about Tala, are you?"
"A little, I guess." Tyson replied gloomily.
Kenny soothed, "I am sure he will be fine. Boris may be furious at him, but I don't think he can do much. They are still in Canada."
"Yeah." Tyson said, though he didn't seem to believe it.
He wolfed down the last bit of his food and pushed his plates aside. He stood up and put on his jacket.
"I am going to take a walk." He announced.
His three teammates looked at each other, surprised and a little amused, but also worried. Tyson taking a walk cannot be a good sign.
"I will go with you, Tyson." Shea said amiably, "You are not too familiar with this town."
"It's okay, I need some time to think alone." Replied Tyson, "I won't get lost. I am not going too far, I promise."
The other three looked at each other again. Tyson? Need time to think? Alone? Did the sky just become green or something? Finally Ray nodded slightly at the other two.
Shea feigned authority on her face and commanded, "Be back before dark, young man."
Tyson laughed, just a little, and answered, "Yeah, mom."
Kenny laughed too, but then he sighed and said, "Sure thing Tyson. Just don't worry yourself too much. It's not going to help anything."
Tyson nodded and walked out of the door. The evening air was cool and refreshing. He walked down the dusty country road aimlessly, his mind wandering. He took out a bit chip from his pocket and stared at it. The image of a silver wolf stared back at him, threatening to leap out of the chip any second.
"How can I not worry?" He said out loud, to no one in particular, "They haven't seen the look on his face then. He looked like if he was going to his death."
Tyson shuddered and felt a cold dread at his own words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tala had expected punishment to come, but certainly not that fast. He thought Boris would at least wait until they get back to Russia. In the dark abbey, many gruesome things went on without being discovered. He thought Boris would not just send him on his way yet. They were still in a foreign country with fewer corners to hide. But then again, it turned out he over-estimated Boris' patience, and under-estimated his fury and power.
"It is very naughty of you to lose this match, Tala." Boris had said to him, almost sweetly, "As a punishment, you shall walk back to our hotel. That will give you enough time to contemplate your error."
After that Boris said no more and left with the rest of the Demolition Boys, leaving Tala to wander alone on the streets. The red- haired teen thought for a while and finally realized Boris's plan. He shuddered and cursed. He knew his fate was sealed. He stood silently watching the setting sun, a wild mutiny growing in his heart. It was a strange new feeling. Even when he turned down the chance to defeat Tyson, it was not like what he felt now. He never thought of betraying Biovolt then, but now, he wanted to leave the wretched place once and for all.
"Just try and catch me, Boris." Tala narrowed his eyes and murmured. With that he turned and lost himself in the crowd quickly.
He twisted his way through narrow alleys and drives, trying to lose whoever that was shadowing him. He wandered around without a goal, and it was then he caught sight of the Blade Breakers, heading towards the bus station. A sudden hope awoke in him; he could turn to them, at least. He quickened his pace and tried to catch up with the Blade Breakers, but not before he caught a glimpse of a figure in black cloak.
"Damn it!" Tala cursed, knowing it must be someone sent by Boris to shadow him.
He turned and headed off into another alleyway between two shops and disappeared from view. It was something like a hide and seek game. Tala thought amusedly when jumping up on a bus to Surrey. There were no signs of Boris's men, and he was relieved. The bus ride was boring, but it didn't bother him much. At the last stop he jumped down. He was in the middle of nowhere particularly. It was just miles and miles of pastures. He sighed; at least he still remembers the place where the Blade Breakers lived. He picked out the direction and began to walk; thinking in his head that talking to Peter had actually paid off for once.
The view before him was splendid. Beneath his feet were lush, soft, and emerald green grass dotted by colourful flora, and many small birds wove their way through the meadow. A crystalline river wound its way beside him, murmuring and reflecting the last ray of sunlight. If he were not so worried and frustrated, he would actually enjoy the scenery.
Suddenly Tala halted; all of his blood froze at that moment, for he saw standing before him by the river, as if expecting for his arrival, a figure in black coat. He turned but only to find another man standing there, playing with a shiny handgun idly.
"A fine chase you have led us." One man said, "I guess Boris trained you well."
Without more words, the man fired. Tala dropped himself on the ground instantly. The bullet only grazed his arm. He rolled down the steep riverbank and sank into the water. He regretted his decision as soon as he felt the water. It was cold, almost like ice. He cursed silently; who would have thought a river could be so cold in July? Knowing he had no other choice now, he began to swim. He heard bullets cut through the water like raindrops, threatening to hit him any seconds. He clenched his teeth and tried to swim faster. No use; the water was too cold. Instead of gaining speed, he was slowing down. Then finally a bullet hit him, sending swirl of red blood into the emerald green water. He was in a horrible state now: cold, deprived of air and bleeding.
Then a strong hand closed around his wrist like an iron band. The hand dragged him out of the water and onto the grassy bank. Tala forced his eyes to open and looked. The two men were standing before him again, holding their weapons aloft and smirking.
"Really, boy, you think you can escape us that way?" One of the men asked mockingly.
Tala said nothing. There was nothing for him to say. He glared at the men vehemently, like an angry wolf. The man raised his weapon and pointed at his heart. He still had that impatient sneer on his face.
"I will enjoy this, boy." He said.
Registering defeat, Tala closed his eyes and waited for death to claim him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dragoon! Attack!" Tyson screamed as he launched his grey-white blade towards the men in black cloaks.
Tyson had finally exploded. Now all of his buried fury erupted like a volcano, accompanying his blade. There was a furious wind around the small spinning object as it whipped towards its target like a bullet. The man shrieked as the blade hit him, his hand shook and the bullet he fired hit Tala's shoulder instead. The other man brought his weapon up as well and fired wildly at Tyson's direction. One bullet hit the still flying blade and shattered it.
The grey white beyblade exploded with a flash of light, from the light a great dragon emerged. His back was a dark blue colour while his claws were glinting white. His eyes were black with the tint of fire, like burning coal. He hovered in mid-air and glared threateningly at the two men before him. With a mighty roar the dragon sent a twisting tornado towards the two men. The wind carried them far. They were not harmed much, but the experience was punishing enough.
Tyson rushed towards the Russian teen lying on the ground. He knelt down beside him.
"Tala! Are you okay?" Tyson asked worriedly.
Tala was very pale, and his blue eyes were clouded.
"I will be, given time." He answered in a low voice.
Tyson nodded and said, "Come on then, let's go home."
The dragon landed beside them and lowered himself. He carried the two boys on his back and flew into the night sky. It was not a long way to home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shea was growing worried. Tyson had gone for an hour at least, and it was completely dark outside. Normally she wouldn't be that concerned. After all, it was Tyson. But too much had happened lately, and there were many more things to worry about.
"We should go look for him." Ray said with concern, coming to stand beside her.
"We should." Shea replied quietly.
Suddenly Ray's eyes narrowed. He pointed to the night sky outside the window and said, "Look! What is that thing?"
Shea looked and saw a streak of white sailing across the night sky. It was fast, travelling like a silver fish in the dark water. The white streak grew larger and larger steadily, and at last a vague form of a creature could be distinguished.
"Dragoon!" They cried out at the same time.
They rushed out of the door, when hearing their voices Kenny followed too. Outside the door the dragon has just landed, sending a gust of wind towards them.
"Tyson!" Ray shouted, "Are you all right? What happened?"
Tyson answered, "It's not me, it's Tala. He was hurt."
It was chaos. With Ray's help, Tyson moved Tala into the house and put him to rest. Hannah had just returned from the farm and was horrified at the sight. Much explanation followed, also the visit of a doctor. With such commotions Tyson forgot about Dragoon for a while.
Finally when things clamed down a bit Shea approached Tyson. The raven-haired girl put a small stone in his hand. Tyson looked. The stone was blue, with the image of Dragoon carved in white on it.
"Dragoon told you to take care." Shea said softly.
"Yeah." Tyson replied and took the stone, and he smiled like a child.
"Food! I am hungry! Do you have chips, Shea?" He shouted animatedly with a goofy grin.
Shea laughed, " Now you are talking like Tyson."