CHAPTER 4- Worried friends
Kai didn't stop running until he was in the main streat, near the training park. He fell down on his knees, gasping for air. He had ran the faster he could during 15 minuts. He was half-scared to death. How did they came out of prison? How did they find him? Why hadn't they tried to catch him? And most of all, what was he supposed to do?
Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder. Kai yelled and quickly turned his terrified face up at... Ray. He was bent over Kai, looking very worried. Tyson, Max and Kenny were now surranding Kai, all looking worried. They just got out of the Break-Fast. Kai's face was pale and covered with sweet. He was still gasping for air, but he was getting calmer. He had friends who could help him! Or at least, be a comforting presence when he knew that some some madsman were after him.
-Kai are you alright? What happened? started Ray
Kai didn't answer. Taking a deep breath, he got up. His face was slowly gaining colors, but he still looked nervous. He glanced back nervously at the little streets.
-Kai, what's wrong? asked Max, looking concerned.
-No...nothing, answered Kai, still looking at the alleys, before heading to the hotel. He was trying to regain his confidence, but he couldn't think about anything but these torturers who were after him.
-Kai, stop that game, said Ray, walking beside Kai. Something happened. You should tell us.
A shriek came from the little streets. Probably a rat. But Kai suddenly looked terrified. And if they had followed him?
- Quick! At the hotel. Kai's terrified voice scared the others. He was walking very quickly, nearly running. The others began to look scared. If Kai was, there was a very good reason!
In a few moments, they reached the hotel. Entering the room, Kai fell on his knees, so scared that he was beginning to be sick. If they got him, he would die. He remembered too well the horrible and painful torture. First, they just wanted some money from Voltaire, and have a little fun with their new slave. But now, they wanted another thing, revenge. They wanted revenge for all these years in prison. And that revenge was death. Death by torture.
-Kai, we ought to know what's happening. Please tell us. You can trust us. said Ray in a comforting but nervous voice
-We care about you Kai. We are your friends. added Max, worried.
As terrifying toughs were racing through his mind, Kai slowly rose his head and looked up at his friends. His friends. Did they really cared about him? Anyway they should know, because if those madmans saw him with the Bladebreakers, they could hurt them all. His friends should know the danger.
Slowly regaining his calm, Kai took a deep breath and got up.
-I... I will tell everything, I promise. But it's a very long story. If you wait here, I will come back in thirty minuts. I have to make a very important call. To Voltaire.
The Bladebreakers gave him a surprised look. They knew that Kai hated his Grandfather, especially after what happened in Russia. (((Here are a few specifications. A few months after the end of the Russia tournament, the Bladebreakers got again togheter for another world tournament, wich is about to start, in Canada. All the time between, Kai couldn't go back to his granfather, you know why. Since he didn't have anybody else, he spent 4 months in the streets, all alone. But the Bladebreakers didn't knew that. **Sniff, sniff, I'm really mean. But what the fuck happened during this time hey? He couldn't go back to Voltaire and he had no other family! Hey, hey?!? ** )))
Then why would he call him?
-Promise you come back here and tell us? asked Ray. The Bladebreakers didn't insist beacause they knew that if Kai was about to call his Grandfather, there must be a REALLY damn good reason.
-Yeah, I promise. said Kai, for once sincerely. He left quickly the room to head to the phones, at the reception. The others sat down on the beds and started to talk about what the hell could had happened.
END OF CHAPTER 4- Fiou... I don't have the slightest clue about what is going to happen next, exept for the phone call. Anyway, just by starting to write n'importe quoi, I will know!!! I hope...
Kai didn't stop running until he was in the main streat, near the training park. He fell down on his knees, gasping for air. He had ran the faster he could during 15 minuts. He was half-scared to death. How did they came out of prison? How did they find him? Why hadn't they tried to catch him? And most of all, what was he supposed to do?
Suddenly, a hand touched his shoulder. Kai yelled and quickly turned his terrified face up at... Ray. He was bent over Kai, looking very worried. Tyson, Max and Kenny were now surranding Kai, all looking worried. They just got out of the Break-Fast. Kai's face was pale and covered with sweet. He was still gasping for air, but he was getting calmer. He had friends who could help him! Or at least, be a comforting presence when he knew that some some madsman were after him.
-Kai are you alright? What happened? started Ray
Kai didn't answer. Taking a deep breath, he got up. His face was slowly gaining colors, but he still looked nervous. He glanced back nervously at the little streets.
-Kai, what's wrong? asked Max, looking concerned.
-No...nothing, answered Kai, still looking at the alleys, before heading to the hotel. He was trying to regain his confidence, but he couldn't think about anything but these torturers who were after him.
-Kai, stop that game, said Ray, walking beside Kai. Something happened. You should tell us.
A shriek came from the little streets. Probably a rat. But Kai suddenly looked terrified. And if they had followed him?
- Quick! At the hotel. Kai's terrified voice scared the others. He was walking very quickly, nearly running. The others began to look scared. If Kai was, there was a very good reason!
In a few moments, they reached the hotel. Entering the room, Kai fell on his knees, so scared that he was beginning to be sick. If they got him, he would die. He remembered too well the horrible and painful torture. First, they just wanted some money from Voltaire, and have a little fun with their new slave. But now, they wanted another thing, revenge. They wanted revenge for all these years in prison. And that revenge was death. Death by torture.
-Kai, we ought to know what's happening. Please tell us. You can trust us. said Ray in a comforting but nervous voice
-We care about you Kai. We are your friends. added Max, worried.
As terrifying toughs were racing through his mind, Kai slowly rose his head and looked up at his friends. His friends. Did they really cared about him? Anyway they should know, because if those madmans saw him with the Bladebreakers, they could hurt them all. His friends should know the danger.
Slowly regaining his calm, Kai took a deep breath and got up.
-I... I will tell everything, I promise. But it's a very long story. If you wait here, I will come back in thirty minuts. I have to make a very important call. To Voltaire.
The Bladebreakers gave him a surprised look. They knew that Kai hated his Grandfather, especially after what happened in Russia. (((Here are a few specifications. A few months after the end of the Russia tournament, the Bladebreakers got again togheter for another world tournament, wich is about to start, in Canada. All the time between, Kai couldn't go back to his granfather, you know why. Since he didn't have anybody else, he spent 4 months in the streets, all alone. But the Bladebreakers didn't knew that. **Sniff, sniff, I'm really mean. But what the fuck happened during this time hey? He couldn't go back to Voltaire and he had no other family! Hey, hey?!? ** )))
Then why would he call him?
-Promise you come back here and tell us? asked Ray. The Bladebreakers didn't insist beacause they knew that if Kai was about to call his Grandfather, there must be a REALLY damn good reason.
-Yeah, I promise. said Kai, for once sincerely. He left quickly the room to head to the phones, at the reception. The others sat down on the beds and started to talk about what the hell could had happened.
END OF CHAPTER 4- Fiou... I don't have the slightest clue about what is going to happen next, exept for the phone call. Anyway, just by starting to write n'importe quoi, I will know!!! I hope...
