I don't know if you all remember this story…hopefully you do! Sorry for the long wait for chapter 2! Anyway I'd just like to say thanks to all those of you who reviewed…it really means a lot to me.

I should really introduce you to my minions…sheep and penguin!

Sheep: bah! [meaning: give them vanilla coke!]

Dudems: oh yeah! *hands reviewers vanilla coke! *

Penguin: Mesquack! [meaning: on with the story!]

Note: apologies…there is quite a bit of Boris in this chapter but it is necessary in understanding future chapters…but don't worry Tala and Kai are in there too!

Vengeance Chapter 2- Morning Mystery

            Boris Balcov awoke from a small amount of light that sifted through a tiny shaft directly above where he lay. The hard floor was no comfort to his bruised back and the icy cold touch of stone penetrated his naked body, sending small chills up the root of his spine.

Around him the busy scuttle of cockroaches and rats which had infested the darkest lair of the Abbey could be heard, and the thick smell of vinegar and something that Boris could not identify wafted around him.

The ex-leader had no doubt that he was now in the place where he had so inhumanely stuffed those enemies or no-longers of Bio-volt for many previous years. He knew without a doubt that he lay upon the stone floor of the Abbey Dungeon. And worst of all he knew that there was no escape from this fate.

            As he arose from the ground into a standing position, his body could not take the intense rush of pain, he crippled to the ground and the sound of cracking filled the deathly silence. Confused, Boris ran his fingers along his sides, checking that the noise had not been from him. His skin felt smooth beneath his touch, which was unusual for a man his age. Slowly, Boris rose for a second time, this time he attempted to stabilise himself and kept his balance. One foot stepped out in front of the other. Again Boris was confused. He walked lightly, almost bouncing with agility unlike his normal heavy movements. Another step and another…Again…the cracking sound filled the air. Swooping down Boris began to investigate the floor. The dungeons were new to him, nobody except two of the guards had ever ventured deep down here. His hand reached out and touched something cold, thick and brittle, which partially crumbled from his touch. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he squinted to see what treasure he held in his hand.

Horror and disgust etched onto Boris' pale face at the recognition of the awful treasure. Quickly he dropped the remains of what had been perhaps a former student. His breathing became shallow as his eyes fixated onto the dungeon floor. Hundreds upon thousands of remains lay collected. Boris was standing on a graveyard. Trying not to concentrate on the bones and decayed bodies around him, Boris ventured deeper into the dungeon. It was difficult to make out the path and after stumbling a few times, Boris used the wall as a guidance. He didn't know where he was going, or what he was looking for…it wasn't as if there was an open exit sign waiting to be seen. No…he was searching for something, and then it hit him. He had been following a scratching sound, something unusual that was coming from somewhere in the dungeon…something was alive.

            As Boris turned the corner, the rattling sound grew louder. Quickly he scanned the area and realised what the whining sound was…

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            A knock at the red heads door, jerked awake the sleeping boy. Rolling over, Tala checked the numbers on the digital clock…5:40am He groaned, he had already begun to slack, only a day after Boris' control over him had been released. Normally in the Abbey he would awake at 5am sharp. But then different places always had different affects over people. The Abbey had been like an army training unit. 'Disciplined' was the word that leaked into Tala's thoughts.

            Reaching for the knob, Tala opened the wooden hotel door. A man in a suit stood with a trolley.

"Room service Sir, as you ordered 5.40am breakfast"

Tala nodded, he could just about recall ordering breakfast yesterday. More important things occupied his mind, especially what he had seen with Dickinson.

"And Sir…" The man continued, breaking his wafting thoughts "There was a message left for you, about 3am this morning, the note is right there on the trolley" With that, the man left promptly, leaving Tala with the trolley.

            Tala rolled the trolley back to his bed, he sat down crossed legged and investigated breakfast. It was a full fried up breakfast; eggs, bacon, sausages and toast. Tala turned away in disgust, he had been trained to avoid certain foods, and this was one of them. Hungrily he munched on the toast, quickly gulping the orange juice in between. Then his eyes fell upon the note. A plain white card folded in two, with the single word 'Tala' hand written in italics on the front. Tala picked up the note and began to read it; his eyes grew wide at the written message,

            'Meet me, 6am at the Russian Express Newspaper office, room 64, don't be late'

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            Boris edged closer to the shaking wreck in the corner. He had no doubt it was Alexander. As Boris grew closer, Alexander noticed his presence…

"No…please don't hurt me" he whispered hoarsely.

Boris looked at the frail boy on the floor, from what he could see the boy was a mess. Suddenly he laughed, a cold harsh sound echoed through the dungeon. He had been the one to destroy young Alexander. He had been the one to send Alexander to the dungeon only a few days before, after his defeat to Tyson. And now…He was in the exact same position as the young boy.

            Alexander's eyes grew wide in fear.

"Who…who are you?"

Boris could hear Alexander breathing hard, short, shaky breaths filled with terror escaped from the boy's lungs. The question rung through Boris' mind…was Alexander so traumatised that he had even forgotten Boris, his angel of death?

"What are you playing at? Do you not remember me?" he asked with annoyance. Boris looked around quickly, that voice, it belonged to someone else. He had sworn he had just spoken those exact words…yet it had sounded somewhat different to his own voice. It had sounded boyish and young…completely unlike his normal voice.

"No, I don't think we've met before. Did Boris send you down here too?" Alexander replied.

Boris stared in confusion at Alexander. Alexander clearly didn't recognise Boris. '11 years of training him…and he doesn't even recognise me' Boris thought.

"No, I am Boris"

Again the voice came out, young, light…

Alexander laughed, "Boris? Very funny…Boris is an old man, he is evil, and he is the ruler of the Abbey. And you are only 17"

            Boris gasped inwardly. It couldn't be…could it? It all added up…the voice, the quick movements, the fresh skin… but how?

"What's your name?" Alexander questioned, breaking his thoughts.

"Uh…Boris" he answered, unsure of what Alexander's reaction would be.

Alexander nodded, of course he wouldn't suspect anything. Boris was a common Russian name after all.

"Over here" Alexander called.

Boris walked over to where the young boy had moved to.

"If we can just move this, we can escape. I couldn't do it before…I'm not strong enough" Alexander explained, pointing to an iron grate, which was visible a few feet above the stone floor.

            An escape plan. Boris nodded. Yes he needed to escape…he needed answers. After gathering a few old crates, Boris climbed onto them. The grate was covered in thick layers of web. Slowly he began to push at the barrier. His muscles cramped from the injuries, but he didn't stop. Something inside himself forced him to endure the pain…to keep pushing. The grate groaned in protest. Alexander also began to push, within a few minutes the grate crashed onto the snow with a loud thud.

Boris was thankful he hadn't put much effort into maintaining the dungeon, when he was in charge, he had not even bothered to install cameras down there.

            Both boys climbed out with some difficulty. The snow fell around them and Boris shivered, he had no clothes to protect him from the chilling weather. Alexander handed him his own jacket, which Boris accepted without hesitation.

"Come on" Alexander called, motioning for Boris to follow him.

Boris gulped, there were two options…follow Alexander and be safe or get answers and revenge.

Boris had made up his mind…

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            Kai left the Bladebreakers hotel room for some early morning training with Dranzer. He turned to the rest of the Bladebreakers who were still asleep in their beds. He clenched his fists at the sight of the snoring lump of lard occupying one of the beds.

"Pathetic" Kai snorted under his breath, as he left the room.

            The corridor was silent as Kai walked along the thickly carpeted floor. Ahead of him he heard a door shut softly and then footsteps coming his way. He didn't know why he had opened the nearest door and hidden, but something had told him it would be best to not be seen. From the crack of the slightly open door he saw Tala rushing past, a note in his right hand. That was unusual, Kai knew that Tala did not rush…that was more of something Steven or Spencer would do. Tala always used stealth instead of manpower. Kai shook his head, what could Tala be doing at this time of the morning? Something seemed strange…Kai decided to follow Tala. As he turned to head out of the door, his eyes caught upon the sleeping boys in the room he was in. There were two new faces he had never seen before, and in the other bed was Mr. Granger- Tyson's dad. But, Mr Dickinson and Tyson's Grandpa were supposed to be in this room, instead were two boys that Kai had never seen before.

            Kai left the room, heading in the direction Tala had taken off in. Things were getting strange…

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