The Cult of Vengeful Bladers.

Gothic: I got bored, so I figured I'd update The Cult.  I was gonna wait, and see if I got some more reviews, but I was bored shitless hanging around, doing nothing. *runs off to make cup of tea*

MOA: *purrs* She keeps pressing the 'Animate! Button over, and over again. Stop her will you?!?! Please help me!

Kai: Shut up, and on with the ficcie. Gothic has decided she's going to be cruel to you all, and start in Japan again.

Gothic: *returns with warm cup of tea* I am currently poorer than a church mouse. I don't own it, so don't sue me, 'cause I can only pay you 1p! (1p, or a penny, is the lowest amount coin you can get in the pound currency.)

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Japan, 2002. The Granger household

Everyone stared as Kai spoke these 4 words. They weren't said with Kai's usual cold attitude, and his 'cold-hearted bastard' personality that Kai usually threw at everyone wasn't there. If Rei wasn't mistaken, there was actually some form of emotion in his voice. The weight of what Kai had told them was settling on their minds, as each member of the team took these words in. Silence descended upon the still room. An artist would have had no trouble painting them, as they were almost still life forms. Eventually, Tyson spoke. He must of realised at long last that things were seriously wrong here, as his voice was surprisingly low, and more serious than normal.

"So, did Boris and Voltaire ever get any punishment in then?"

Kai sent half a death stare in Tyson's direction. Then, seeming to remember that Tyson was only curious, he relaxed, wondering how he was ever going to explain this properly.

"That article told you, they never had enough evidence to prosecute her. She would have been charged with Siseki's murder otherwise. I lied to them, told them I didn't see or hear anything." Kai stopped, the memories of his sister's grave enclosing his thoughts.

No one said much after this. The evening was growing darker, and in the other room, the on T.V was loud enough for everyone to hear the news report

What they heard next would change their lives, their view points, and slightly more importantly, the reason why Nathan Kuyn had called for The Cult.

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Russia, 1995. Balkov Abbey. The Test Room.

Kai's cries for help echoed through the crumbling building. Tala heard Kai, and immediately moved forward.

"Hey, What are you doing? Your crazy! Nobody could live through that!" Ian moved in to stop Tala.

"I heard a cry for help. Someone is in there, and if I can reach them, I'm gonna help them."

"Whatever. Just don't expect me to pick up the pieces." Ian's oversized nose stuck up rudely in the air. Arrogant as ever, he made no move to help Tala.

Tala, with Bryan and two others flanking him, moved in.

"Hey! Is anybody in there?!?! We've come to at least attempt to save you!"

"Oh you're nice aren't you Tala?!?!" Kai shouted back over the crashing noise.

"Kenakov? You're in there?! You crazy thing, move nearer to where the watching windows used to be."

"I'll try."

Kai desperately tried to get closer to where he could see Tala's blurred figure. The room was really starting to lose stability, and half the ceiling was threatening to cave in on Kai.

"Come on Kenakov! Move closer! I can't reach you from there!" Tala stretched out as much as he could, Bryan and the other two ensuring Tala himself didn't fall in the rapidly destructive hellhole.

Kai went for it, really pushing himself forward, throwing his whole body weight at what was left of the watching windows. Blood was trickling down his face and various parts of his body, but he grabbed Tala's hand. With all of the boys on the outside pulling as well, Kai's tired, bruised body was dragged out of the dangerous area he had created.

Boris swept through the crowd at this point, demanding to know what had happened, who was hurt. Kai, who was only just outside the Test Room, was still in danger, and failed to notice the piece of brick coming at his head.

It was a miracle in itself that Kai survived that night.

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Gothic: Well? Did you like it? I know it's short, but I figured you might want update, and I'm working on my tenth story at the moment, as well as the fact that I've been ill, and been off school!

MOA: She's been too tired to write. What with all the coughing and sneezing, and wandering down for drinks in the middle of the night, I'm not surprised that this is a short chappie.

Kai: Well at least I lived. Now review people!