CHAPTER 3=THE FEAR OF HIS LIFE
The Bladebreakers practised about 3 hours. They worked most on the defense mode.
-Hey, can we go and eat? I'm getting hungry! said Tyson
-Ya Chief, I would like to take a look on Kai. He's maybe really sick. said Max, a little worried
-No I'm going. You 3 go eat and I'll join you later. replied Ray
The 3 others knew that Ray was the only member of the team that Kai respected a little. If Kai told someone about his problem, it was Ray.
-OK. said Kenny. We will be at the Break-Fast. If Kai really is sick, call me on my phone.
-Ya ok. said Ray before heading to the hotel.
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Kai had saw them practising in the park. He quickly turned and diseaperred in the little streets. He walked and walked, not thinking about anything. Finally, he came to a very dark and freaky alley, that smelled like trash. He took his beyblade out and started to practise on the dirty ground.
-Here at least, I'm quiet.
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When Ray stepped into the room, he saw that Kai's covers were all messed up on the ground. As he approched of bed, he remarqued that Dranzer was not there. A little bit worried, he stepped out of the room and headed to the Break-Fast.
The 3 others wawed at their friend as he entered the Break-Fast.
Silently, Ray sat down on the chair beside Kenny's.
-Hey dude, how is he? asked Tyson
-He's not in the room. answered Ray with a worried look
-Hum, that's not good. Usually, he leaves a note or something. Sure you didn't saw one? enquired Kenny
-Nop. Anyway, I think he's old enough to take care of himself.
-He will probably come back for supper. Or if not, we could search for him. suggested Max
-Ah, not again! Each time we search him, he tells us to get lost. You go, but not me! replied Tyson
-OK, ok. We will see that later. Now back to our beyblade business, said Kenny.
The Bladebreakers started to discuss some new strategies, not knowing what was just happening to their Captain...
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Kai had been practising since 1 hour or 2. He didn't count the time. Beyblading had always been a way to forget his problems, since he was little. After his Granfather hit him, Kai was playing, even if blood fell down in his eyes. But that was not because he wanted to play. Voltaire had always hit him and insult him since he got back the Abbey, at 6, forcing him to play beyblade. Kai got wake up with a steel pan on the head, he spent Christams in the snow, without clothes, he was been hit if he cried, he got almost drown in pools or bathtubes, he got nearly stangled. Every time he did something not perfect with his beyblade, he was throwned against the wall. Voltaire made up stories of his mother hating him (Kai never knew his parents), he made him believe that everybody hated him. Before, Kai was a loving boy, always smiling. After a few years, he lost hope. He drowned himself into Beyblading to forget what happened. But his worst nightmares was about THEM. THEM.
Kai was so absorbed in his beyblading, that he didn't heard footsteeps coming up the alley. Suddenly, 3 yougs mans emerged from the darkness and stood right before him. Surprised, but fainting a don't-care-look, Kai looked up at them.
-Hey, started the tallest one, blackhaired.
-What d'ya want? asked Kai, always with his faint don't-care-look.
-You are coming with us, said the tall blackhaired with a wicked smile.
-And I think you know why, said one of the others one, looking like a bully.
-Don't you, Kai. continued the blackhaired.
-I don't know you, said Kai, begining to look scared.
-But we do. We could find you anywhere with your blue marks, since we got out of prison. replied the bully.
Kai didn't have the slightest clue on who they were. He was beginning to be very scared. How did they know him?
-Don't you remember us? asked a redhaired punk
-No he don't, said the tall one with a wicked expression.
We weren't often there. But I'm sure he will remember Llorenc.
-Llorenc? asked Kai with a shaky voice.
-Llorenc, yeah. And you know Kalvin? said the bully
-No, it...it can't....Kai was about to faint. Or yell. He didn't know. His face was so pale that he looked sick. He was now more scared than ever before.
-Now, now, you do remember, said the punk
It was too much. Kai was so scared he couldn't move. He fell on the ground and began to throw up. The 3 others laughed. The blackhaired began:
- Remember the fire that burned your legs? Remember when you flew against the wall? Remember being our slave?...
This was 10 times worst that what Voltaire did. It was so worst that Voltaire, a few years ago was sick worried and scared for his grandson. That was the only time he worried about Kai. Voltaire hated THEM as much as Kai. 2 times had they took Kai away. 2 times had Voltaire saved his grandson, took him in his arms, said he loved him because these 2 times, Kai had nearly die. It was so horrible what THEY did to him that Kai spent 2 months in bed, nearly dying. The first time Kai was about 8, Voltaire though they were going to babysit him. But they made him a slave, burned him, beat him with a bell, broke his arms and much more worst things, that even Voltaire would never think to do. A week later, Voltaire saved his grandson from death just in time. 2 months long, while Kai was in hospital or in his bed, Voltaire took his tortured grandson on his laps and read him stories about young beybladers, because he felt so sorry and responsable about Kai. That was the only happy memory in Kai's life. That was why he became interested in beyblade. Because of this stories. After he went better, he practise with lot's of determination and love. Voltaire stopped hitting Kai, but didn't really cared about him. Kai was not beated anymore, but he still was all alone and sad. His grandfather never showed anymore love even if the young boy needed love more than anything else. Kai still cried some nights, but slowly learned that nobody cared or loved him. Dranzer was his only friend, beyblading his only game. When Kai was about 11, he was almost all closed on himself. That was when THEY came back. THEY captured the young boy and started torturing him again. Voltaire became hysteric, receiving recording of Kai crying and begging for help, accompagned by menace letters of THEM, wanting money. Voltaire send the hole police after THEM and in 5 days, THEY got arrested. Kai was dying, even more tortured than the first time. He spent a few weeks in the hospital, his grandfather really caring about him. Sadly, after these months, he became cold again and Kai was again alone with his beyblade, the only thing he had. Nightmares of these dark times still haunted him. Kai even still have some scarves on his body.
Remembering all this, Kai slowly rose his head, pale and feverish. He would not suffer again. He would not be tortured to death again. Hope gave him enough force to jump on his feet. He turned and started to run like he had never ran before. Running and running, he didn't heard some laughers and voices behind him
-It's perfect. The plan is working perfectly. Now we scared him half to death.
-And we know exactly what to do next. We know his hotel...
END OF CHAPTER 3
Wow...I can't believe that I'm doing this to Kai!!! I'm sorry! Anyway, that would explain his attitude with the others. I'm going to keep this story as realistic as it could be. So no bad boys with guns!
The Bladebreakers practised about 3 hours. They worked most on the defense mode.
-Hey, can we go and eat? I'm getting hungry! said Tyson
-Ya Chief, I would like to take a look on Kai. He's maybe really sick. said Max, a little worried
-No I'm going. You 3 go eat and I'll join you later. replied Ray
The 3 others knew that Ray was the only member of the team that Kai respected a little. If Kai told someone about his problem, it was Ray.
-OK. said Kenny. We will be at the Break-Fast. If Kai really is sick, call me on my phone.
-Ya ok. said Ray before heading to the hotel.
-----------------
Kai had saw them practising in the park. He quickly turned and diseaperred in the little streets. He walked and walked, not thinking about anything. Finally, he came to a very dark and freaky alley, that smelled like trash. He took his beyblade out and started to practise on the dirty ground.
-Here at least, I'm quiet.
-----------------
When Ray stepped into the room, he saw that Kai's covers were all messed up on the ground. As he approched of bed, he remarqued that Dranzer was not there. A little bit worried, he stepped out of the room and headed to the Break-Fast.
The 3 others wawed at their friend as he entered the Break-Fast.
Silently, Ray sat down on the chair beside Kenny's.
-Hey dude, how is he? asked Tyson
-He's not in the room. answered Ray with a worried look
-Hum, that's not good. Usually, he leaves a note or something. Sure you didn't saw one? enquired Kenny
-Nop. Anyway, I think he's old enough to take care of himself.
-He will probably come back for supper. Or if not, we could search for him. suggested Max
-Ah, not again! Each time we search him, he tells us to get lost. You go, but not me! replied Tyson
-OK, ok. We will see that later. Now back to our beyblade business, said Kenny.
The Bladebreakers started to discuss some new strategies, not knowing what was just happening to their Captain...
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Kai had been practising since 1 hour or 2. He didn't count the time. Beyblading had always been a way to forget his problems, since he was little. After his Granfather hit him, Kai was playing, even if blood fell down in his eyes. But that was not because he wanted to play. Voltaire had always hit him and insult him since he got back the Abbey, at 6, forcing him to play beyblade. Kai got wake up with a steel pan on the head, he spent Christams in the snow, without clothes, he was been hit if he cried, he got almost drown in pools or bathtubes, he got nearly stangled. Every time he did something not perfect with his beyblade, he was throwned against the wall. Voltaire made up stories of his mother hating him (Kai never knew his parents), he made him believe that everybody hated him. Before, Kai was a loving boy, always smiling. After a few years, he lost hope. He drowned himself into Beyblading to forget what happened. But his worst nightmares was about THEM. THEM.
Kai was so absorbed in his beyblading, that he didn't heard footsteeps coming up the alley. Suddenly, 3 yougs mans emerged from the darkness and stood right before him. Surprised, but fainting a don't-care-look, Kai looked up at them.
-Hey, started the tallest one, blackhaired.
-What d'ya want? asked Kai, always with his faint don't-care-look.
-You are coming with us, said the tall blackhaired with a wicked smile.
-And I think you know why, said one of the others one, looking like a bully.
-Don't you, Kai. continued the blackhaired.
-I don't know you, said Kai, begining to look scared.
-But we do. We could find you anywhere with your blue marks, since we got out of prison. replied the bully.
Kai didn't have the slightest clue on who they were. He was beginning to be very scared. How did they know him?
-Don't you remember us? asked a redhaired punk
-No he don't, said the tall one with a wicked expression.
We weren't often there. But I'm sure he will remember Llorenc.
-Llorenc? asked Kai with a shaky voice.
-Llorenc, yeah. And you know Kalvin? said the bully
-No, it...it can't....Kai was about to faint. Or yell. He didn't know. His face was so pale that he looked sick. He was now more scared than ever before.
-Now, now, you do remember, said the punk
It was too much. Kai was so scared he couldn't move. He fell on the ground and began to throw up. The 3 others laughed. The blackhaired began:
- Remember the fire that burned your legs? Remember when you flew against the wall? Remember being our slave?...
This was 10 times worst that what Voltaire did. It was so worst that Voltaire, a few years ago was sick worried and scared for his grandson. That was the only time he worried about Kai. Voltaire hated THEM as much as Kai. 2 times had they took Kai away. 2 times had Voltaire saved his grandson, took him in his arms, said he loved him because these 2 times, Kai had nearly die. It was so horrible what THEY did to him that Kai spent 2 months in bed, nearly dying. The first time Kai was about 8, Voltaire though they were going to babysit him. But they made him a slave, burned him, beat him with a bell, broke his arms and much more worst things, that even Voltaire would never think to do. A week later, Voltaire saved his grandson from death just in time. 2 months long, while Kai was in hospital or in his bed, Voltaire took his tortured grandson on his laps and read him stories about young beybladers, because he felt so sorry and responsable about Kai. That was the only happy memory in Kai's life. That was why he became interested in beyblade. Because of this stories. After he went better, he practise with lot's of determination and love. Voltaire stopped hitting Kai, but didn't really cared about him. Kai was not beated anymore, but he still was all alone and sad. His grandfather never showed anymore love even if the young boy needed love more than anything else. Kai still cried some nights, but slowly learned that nobody cared or loved him. Dranzer was his only friend, beyblading his only game. When Kai was about 11, he was almost all closed on himself. That was when THEY came back. THEY captured the young boy and started torturing him again. Voltaire became hysteric, receiving recording of Kai crying and begging for help, accompagned by menace letters of THEM, wanting money. Voltaire send the hole police after THEM and in 5 days, THEY got arrested. Kai was dying, even more tortured than the first time. He spent a few weeks in the hospital, his grandfather really caring about him. Sadly, after these months, he became cold again and Kai was again alone with his beyblade, the only thing he had. Nightmares of these dark times still haunted him. Kai even still have some scarves on his body.
Remembering all this, Kai slowly rose his head, pale and feverish. He would not suffer again. He would not be tortured to death again. Hope gave him enough force to jump on his feet. He turned and started to run like he had never ran before. Running and running, he didn't heard some laughers and voices behind him
-It's perfect. The plan is working perfectly. Now we scared him half to death.
-And we know exactly what to do next. We know his hotel...
END OF CHAPTER 3
Wow...I can't believe that I'm doing this to Kai!!! I'm sorry! Anyway, that would explain his attitude with the others. I'm going to keep this story as realistic as it could be. So no bad boys with guns!
