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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'

Chapter Three - Manipulated Mind

The world itself seemed to freeze after what Voltaire had said. Confused, Max, Ray and Kai looked over at Tyson, shocked and stunned.

Tyson looked at them, confused, then his eyes widened. "You don't actually believe him, do you?" He asked, voice showing he was obviously shocked. Before he could say anymore Voltaire spoke up again.

"But you are Tyson, no point in hiding it from them anymore." Voltaire said, grinning. "If the rest of you need proof, ask what he has in his pocket."

Again, the others just looked at Tyson, expecting an explanation to why Voltaire was saying these things. Confused, Tyson began to search his pockets, until his fingers rubbed off something smooth. He pulled it out and his eyes grew wide.

"You took our Bitbeasts?!" Ray yelled in anger.

"Ray, I swear, I have no idea how they got there." Tyson protested, almost pleading them to believe him. He was shocked, and hurt to see the unconvinced looks on their faces. "Guys.. come on, I didn't do it."

"Then you wouldn't mind giving them back?"

"Sure." Tyson held out his hand to give them their Bitbeasts. But just before they got them, he clenched his hand into a fist. Confused, he tried to open his hand, but he couldn't.

"Tyson, quit kidding around." Kai said in an angry tone.

"I'm not, I-" Suddenly, a loud screeching sound, like nails scraping on a blackboard, only much, much louder. Tyson covered his ears, but the sound was not dulled. It hurt... the sound was unbearable. He collapsed to his knees as he seemed to receive an instant migraine, a pain shooting right through him. He cried out in agony, falling to the floor, yelling. "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

"Tyson what's the matter?!" Kai was kneeling beside Tyson, shaking him. What was going on with him?

Voltaire laughed as Tyson's pain and his hopeless pleas to be rid of the pain. "I was telling the truth. Tyson is working for Biovolt, but not on his own free will."

"What are you talking about?" Ray glared at Voltaire as he spoke. Tyson was calming down, seemingly the pain was lessening, but was breathing heavily. "What did you do to him?!" Ray yelled, anger rising.

Smirking, Voltaire took out some sort of remote control. "The day he was attacked, a few tiny, incredibly tiny, metal spiders were inserted into his bloodstream. It's taken about a week, but they now control his mind by taking control of his thoughts and senses. Not only that, but they control what he hears, says and even how he feels. Not just emotion, but they control how much pain he feels. With this one remote, I can control him, like a puppet."

Ray narrowed his eyes and was reaching back for his launcher and Beyblade, when Tyson yelled in pain again. "I wouldn't try that if I were you." Voltaire warned. "I can simply control him, but putting him through pain seems to convince you to behave that little bit better."

"Why?"

"What?" Voltaire looked at his grandson. If Kai's glare could kill, Voltaire would have did ten times over from the hate in Kai's eyes.

"Why did you pick Tyson?" Kai's voice portrayed nothing but hate, but his eyes showed sadness curtained behind hate, the sadness he felt for his friend.

Voltaire rolled his eyes. "Alway's with the questions. The reason he was chosen is simple. If not for him, Tala would not have lost the last championships, I would probably be ruling the world. Because of his victory, Biovolt was destroyed, though it is now rebuilt. But most importantly of all, his Dragoon Bitbeast would make a powerful addition to my army."

Max, who had helped Tyson up to a sitting position, was shocked at what he was hearing. "You can't do this!"

"Watch me." Voltaire responded with a grin. "Tyson, come over here."

Tyson cringed slightly, but suddenly stood up and, still gripping May and Ray's Bitbeasts, started walking over to Voltaire.

"Tyson what are you doing?!" Max yelled at him in shock.

"He can't hear you Max," Kai said as he pushed himself to his feet. "At least the Tyson we know can't."

"Very good Kai, you figured that out all by yourself." Voltaire said in a fake happy voice as Tyson walked over next to him. "Hand them over." He said, and Tyson obliged, handing over the two Bitbeasts. "No finish them for me.

Tyson turned to face the Bladebreakers, who jumped a little in surprise. His eyes were a glowing red, full of ruthlessness as he clipped his Beyblade in it's launcher. It was as if he was instantly brainwashed.

"We have to get out of here!" Kai yelled taking out his Beyblade but cringing as his sore arm.

"But Kai what about-"

"We can come back later," Kai whispered harshly as he raised his Beyblade. A bright glow erupted from it and the phoenix Bitbeast known as Dranzer appeared. "Everybody on!"

Tyson was about to release his Beyblade when Voltaire stopped him. "No, leave them go, we have bigger plans." Voltaire whispered as Dranzer crashed through the ceiling, which led out into the mansions back yard. Tyson watched with little care as they flew away then turned to Voltaire. "What are you planning?"

"Your Dragoon... it needs an upgrade, a Biovolt one..."

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To Be Continued

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