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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'

Chapter Four - Dragoon's Upgrade

Dragoon roared in protest as the darkness began to close on his mind. The darkness of a virus, inserted into him by the Biovolt Company. It was changing him, for better and for worse. He was gaining more power then ever, but he could sense his sanity slipping away, turning him into an empty shell, a monster with no real mind of his own.

He cringed in pain as the scales on his back grew at an abnormally fast rate, growing dagger-like, and black. He's eyes were forced closed with pain, his claws turn razor, the pain... it was excruciating.

From a distance, two voices could be heard. Dragoon remembered them... one was Voltaire, the other? Tyson...

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"What are you doing to him?!" Tyson yelled in anger, now uncontrolled but restrained by Tala and Bryan as he tried to run forward to his Bitbeast. Dragoon was in some sort of tube, with countless wires running from the floor and ceiling of the tube, right into Dragoon himself. Tyson could almost feel, never mind see the pain his Bitbeast was feeling. Rage forced him forward, but he received a blow to his stomach, so he collapsed to his knees.

"I'm simply making an upgrade." Voltaire explained and grinned when the word 'Complete' appeared on the computer screen and Dragoon faded into his Beyblade. A little trap door opened, and Tyson's Beyblade slid out, only now it was black with blue blades. Voltaire walked over to the thirteen-year-old and grinned down at him, holding out Tyson's new Beyblade. "Say hello to Dark Dragoon."

Tyson looked up, still sore from Tala's attack, and his eyes grew wide. Dragoons Bit-chip showed a new picture; unlike the one he used to know. Dragoons scales were the darkest ebony, while his once blue eyes were red, like blood. Tyson shook his head slowly in disbelief.

"Dragoon is now similar to Black Dranzer, only with more updates and power." Voltaire explained. "But because you still don't seem to be willing to join us, our little spider friends will have to sort that out."

Tyson tore his gaze from his Beyblade and looked up at Voltaire. "Spider friends?"

"The ones in your brain, idiot." Voltaire commented. "Tala, Bryan, bring him back to his 'room' while we get the programme ready."

Tyson's eye's widened, showing fear. His so-called 'room' was a torture area! They had been testing to see if they could make him join by force, but it didn't seem to be working. He'd angrily asked then why don't they just control him like they did earlier, but they simply answered that if they use the spiders to much they could kill him, and he wasn't any use to them dead. The two Demolition Boys nodded and lifted Tyson up off the floor, and began to drag him away. Tyson protested, and kicked, and tried to punch, but it was no use, he just received a punch in the back of the head, dazing him.

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"Kai what do we do?" Max repeated again. Kai was getting frustrated as Max kept breaking his concentration, but he was able to keep calm while Ray told Max to calm down.

"But Ray, Tyson's seems to have just disappeared, we have to find him and reverse whatever Voltaire's done to him." Max sat on the floor and hugged his knees to his chest. "I just want to know that he's ok... or even alive."

"I'm sure his is Max, Voltaire can't control Dragoon without Tyson, and that's what he wasn't the most." Kai said calmly. He still had decided on a plan of action. Being the only left with a Bitbeast put a lot of pressure on him, which just caused him to get confused.

Right now, all he could think about was getting his friend away from Voltaire. Tyson was one of his closest friends, he'd been the one member of the Bladebreakers that tried so hard to show Kai they were a team back on their way to the World Championships in Russia, that he wanted them to be friends. And now the force the Kai's team had saved him from, had taken another member instead.

"Where are you Tyson..."

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Tyson tried to open his eyes, but it was hard. He was exhausted from being beaten so mercilessly, but he still did not submit to their tortures. When he finally opened his eyes, he realised his wrists were strapped to the arms of a chair, held painfully tight by metal bands. He tried to move them, but it was no use. Looking up, he glared at Voltaire, who was standing by a computer. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked in a quiet voice, trying to conceal his pain.

Voltaire looked lazily over at him, then smirked. "Well, seeing as you wont remember I don't see why I can't tell you. The spiders we inserted into you two weeks back are going to steal and store your memories. You won't remember who your friends are, where you are or even who you are." Voltaire laughed at the horrified expression on Tyson's face as he once again started to struggle against the bonds restraining him. "Don't bother, you can't escape."

"You're insane!" Tyson yelled. He didn't fully believe Voltaire, how was this even possible? But he couldn't help but panic and feel terrified.

Voltaire held his hand over a keyboard and grinned. "Say goodbye to your memories." With that, he pressed the enter button and Tyson cried out in agony.

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To Be Continued

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