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I wasn't expecting any reviews ^__^
Ahem, yes.
Disclaimer- Written in a haiku today.
Do not own beyblade
Wish I did cos of Zeo
Oh well, never mind
^__^ I'm such a geek
Oh ya, the POV keeps switching, so rather than writing it at the top each time, it alternates, so 3rd person, then Zeo, then 3rd person etc. You geddit?
Oh ye!!! When I say Cyber bladers I mean Cyborgs, not Kane and co. okies?
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"We got him Voltaire," Came the gruff voice of a well trusted ally, as they picked the slumped figure off their shoulder as if they were a rag doll and threw them roughly into a chair.
"Excellent." Voltaire replied, advancing towards the chair after rising from his own, he was excited, finally, somebody who had beaten his grandson. This person had to be good enough for BIOVOLT. Voltaire knew everything about Zeo now, he had spent the past few weeks reading through reports Boris had found him, most of them useless, until he stumbled across a very interesting one.
Zeo was a cyborg, and he learnt all about his betrayal of the bladebreakers and how he fought against them. This was the icing on the cake. If Zeo was a cyborg, then he was of even better value to BIOVOLT. The endless strategies and skills they could download into his memory banks, he could and would be the world's best blader. He could be a thousand times better than Tala, and if he beat Kai as he already is, then there is no limit to his power once he had been properly reprogrammed. He couldn't possibly even betray them as Kai had done, if they over-rode his original memory and replaced it with a better and more efficient one. Zeo was a ray of hope in BIOVOLT'S otherwise dingy future thanks to the bladebreakers.
Voltaire walked up to the blader slumped in the chair.
"We removed his memory chip, so he wouldn't know what happened. Also that way he wouldn't struggle." The man grunted, flexing his muscles at the last remark and grinning.
"Thank you, that will be your job for today, hand it over," Voltaire asked calmly. The man nodded and took a small chip out of his pocket and handed it over before exiting the room with a bow. Voltaire walked round to the back of the chair and lifted up the boy's hair, inserting the chip into a slot by the base of his neck. He felt Zeo's body tense up and then relax after his mind was returned to him.
"Wha-huh?" He looked around, and tried to stand, but Voltaire's hands were firmly on his shoulders.
"You belong to us now," Voltaire spoke to the opposite wall as he tried to release Voltaire's grip on his shoulders. Zeo sunk down into the chair a little further. "Allow me to introduce me to your mentor from now on, he will train you, we will find out your strengths, weaknesses, but the real test is yet to come."
Zeo was silent and so Voltaire continued, "His name is Boris, you have undoubtedly heard of him, and perhaps me too, we run a little company that you now belong to. Have you heard of it before? It's called BIOVOLT."
A gasp escaped Zeo.
~*~*
What? BIOVOLT. Weren't they the people who faced the bladebreakers in Russia? They were once really feared, and then they vanished after they were beaten, with the promise that they were coming back. Their team, the Demolition Boys had got to the finals of the World Championship, only to be beaten by the bladebreakers, just like I was...
That's in the past though. I have to concentrate on now. Here I am, dragged from my 'home' and put into this situation. I really have no choice, I can't leave. I could see that now. Emotions were flooding back to me, and for the first time in months, I felt cold, there was a draught coming from underneath a door, I could tell there was something funny about this place, something odd that made me feel uncomfortable.
Wasn't there something special about BIOVOLT?...Oh no.
Cyber bladers.
~*~*~*
"Ah, so you do know us, excellent. Then I won't have to do proper introductions then. My manners are terrible, forgive me. Boris, come in now." He called to the door and a tall man entered wearing a black mask, red eyes from the mask searched the room and landed on Zeo.
"Ah, our guest has arrived. I trust your journey went well." He laughed scathingly and approached the chair, where Zeo sat, looking bemused. "You'll be working very hard over the next few weeks, training starts at 5 am tomorrow, I wouldn't want you to miss it, so you're coming to your room now." He dragged Zeo from the chair and led him down the hallway that seemed to descend into the bowels of the earth.
"It's in here," He opened an iron door, glimpsing a room that had a prison- cell like feel to it, with two iron beds, a sink and a toilet. He took Zeo's arm and threw him onto the floor, much to the surprise of the occupant of the room. The door was then slammed firmly shut, and Boris' echoing footsteps gradually grew fainter.
~*~*~*~*~*
Ya, there ya go, another chapter. Woo, this story is easier to write with shorter chapters, woo hoo.
I'll write some more for next week,
((~(^-^)~))
Ahem, yes.
Disclaimer- Written in a haiku today.
Do not own beyblade
Wish I did cos of Zeo
Oh well, never mind
^__^ I'm such a geek
Oh ya, the POV keeps switching, so rather than writing it at the top each time, it alternates, so 3rd person, then Zeo, then 3rd person etc. You geddit?
Oh ye!!! When I say Cyber bladers I mean Cyborgs, not Kane and co. okies?
~*~*~*~*~*
"We got him Voltaire," Came the gruff voice of a well trusted ally, as they picked the slumped figure off their shoulder as if they were a rag doll and threw them roughly into a chair.
"Excellent." Voltaire replied, advancing towards the chair after rising from his own, he was excited, finally, somebody who had beaten his grandson. This person had to be good enough for BIOVOLT. Voltaire knew everything about Zeo now, he had spent the past few weeks reading through reports Boris had found him, most of them useless, until he stumbled across a very interesting one.
Zeo was a cyborg, and he learnt all about his betrayal of the bladebreakers and how he fought against them. This was the icing on the cake. If Zeo was a cyborg, then he was of even better value to BIOVOLT. The endless strategies and skills they could download into his memory banks, he could and would be the world's best blader. He could be a thousand times better than Tala, and if he beat Kai as he already is, then there is no limit to his power once he had been properly reprogrammed. He couldn't possibly even betray them as Kai had done, if they over-rode his original memory and replaced it with a better and more efficient one. Zeo was a ray of hope in BIOVOLT'S otherwise dingy future thanks to the bladebreakers.
Voltaire walked up to the blader slumped in the chair.
"We removed his memory chip, so he wouldn't know what happened. Also that way he wouldn't struggle." The man grunted, flexing his muscles at the last remark and grinning.
"Thank you, that will be your job for today, hand it over," Voltaire asked calmly. The man nodded and took a small chip out of his pocket and handed it over before exiting the room with a bow. Voltaire walked round to the back of the chair and lifted up the boy's hair, inserting the chip into a slot by the base of his neck. He felt Zeo's body tense up and then relax after his mind was returned to him.
"Wha-huh?" He looked around, and tried to stand, but Voltaire's hands were firmly on his shoulders.
"You belong to us now," Voltaire spoke to the opposite wall as he tried to release Voltaire's grip on his shoulders. Zeo sunk down into the chair a little further. "Allow me to introduce me to your mentor from now on, he will train you, we will find out your strengths, weaknesses, but the real test is yet to come."
Zeo was silent and so Voltaire continued, "His name is Boris, you have undoubtedly heard of him, and perhaps me too, we run a little company that you now belong to. Have you heard of it before? It's called BIOVOLT."
A gasp escaped Zeo.
~*~*
What? BIOVOLT. Weren't they the people who faced the bladebreakers in Russia? They were once really feared, and then they vanished after they were beaten, with the promise that they were coming back. Their team, the Demolition Boys had got to the finals of the World Championship, only to be beaten by the bladebreakers, just like I was...
That's in the past though. I have to concentrate on now. Here I am, dragged from my 'home' and put into this situation. I really have no choice, I can't leave. I could see that now. Emotions were flooding back to me, and for the first time in months, I felt cold, there was a draught coming from underneath a door, I could tell there was something funny about this place, something odd that made me feel uncomfortable.
Wasn't there something special about BIOVOLT?...Oh no.
Cyber bladers.
~*~*~*
"Ah, so you do know us, excellent. Then I won't have to do proper introductions then. My manners are terrible, forgive me. Boris, come in now." He called to the door and a tall man entered wearing a black mask, red eyes from the mask searched the room and landed on Zeo.
"Ah, our guest has arrived. I trust your journey went well." He laughed scathingly and approached the chair, where Zeo sat, looking bemused. "You'll be working very hard over the next few weeks, training starts at 5 am tomorrow, I wouldn't want you to miss it, so you're coming to your room now." He dragged Zeo from the chair and led him down the hallway that seemed to descend into the bowels of the earth.
"It's in here," He opened an iron door, glimpsing a room that had a prison- cell like feel to it, with two iron beds, a sink and a toilet. He took Zeo's arm and threw him onto the floor, much to the surprise of the occupant of the room. The door was then slammed firmly shut, and Boris' echoing footsteps gradually grew fainter.
~*~*~*~*~*
Ya, there ya go, another chapter. Woo, this story is easier to write with shorter chapters, woo hoo.
I'll write some more for next week,
((~(^-^)~))