CHAPTER TWO – The Brutality of Biovolt

I jerked upright suddenly. Cold sweat trickled down my back. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, my palms clammy with frozen fear. Swallowing hard, I choked it down.

//It's in the past and the deed was done. It cannot be undone, but it can be avenged,// I thought savagely.

All sorts of punishment began flooding through my brain. Punishments brutal enough to fit the horrendous crimes. My mother's sweet and innocent face flashed through my mind. Growling, I clenched my fists and brought them down against the cold stone floor. My hands went numb with the pain, but I didn't care. Another vicious reminder of the torture Boris and my grandfather put me through rose to the surface of my raging thoughts.

I cowered in front of my grandfather's desk. I kept a cautious eye on Boris, who was heading towards the fireplace. At a look from my grandfather, he snatched up a red-hot poker from the blazing inferno and brought it down upon my back. My flesh sizzled as the burning rod plunged through my skin, narrowly missing my spine. Screaming in agony, I pleaded for him to stop.

"No, Grandfather, please, stop it, stop it! No!"

His only response was a heartless laugh. He motioned for Boris to continue. After 10 minutes of sheer torture, Boris raised the iron and brought it down upon my fallen Beyblade before throwing it back to the fire. I was curled up in a ball on the hearth, moaning.

"Get up. Let that be a reminder of the consequences of failure." My grandfather spoke dangerously. He stood up and walked around the desk. He bent down, a softer expression on his face and a hand outstretched towards me. Trembling, I eyed him cautiously. My body tensed, expecting more pain. I shook my head decisively. His expression hardened and he grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, pulling me upright in a rough manner. Raising his other hand, he backhanded me. My face was flushed; silent tears caught up in the corners of my eyes.

"Get out of my sight."

Gathering up the pieces of my crushed blade, I fled.