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The Bladebreakers and the two men were shocked at the voice . . .
This voice belonged to the woman who was an air stewardess on their private plane. The woman pulled down the screen in front of her passengers and revealed her powdered face. Her black eye shadow surrounded her eyes, which had deep blue pupils. She put on the brakes and the limousine stopped beside a curb.
Mr. Dickinson asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking us and what do you want to do with us?"
The woman spoke nothing but pulled out an automatic pistol at Tyson's face who was sitting on the far left side of the limousine. Tyson's grandfather quickly rushed to shield Tyson but the woman pulled her trigger and a silent bullet shot the old man's arm. Blood gushed out of the wound. Fear crept up Tyson's face as he checked his grandfather's wounds.
Ray and Max looked at each other and thought, "Can she be from . . .?" Tyson was not sure of what to do as he just pressed his grandfather's wound to no avail in stopping the flow of blood. Max took out his handkerchief and handed to Tyson who used it to bandage the old man's wounds.
Mr. Dickinson attacked the woman but the woman smirked and aimed her gun at Tyson's head yet again. She did not care about the elder man as she deemed him useless.
To her surprise, her pistol was snatched away by Mr. Dickinson, but she quickly pulled out another gun and pointed the tip at his forehead. The other man's movements slowed down dramatically.
"Put my pistol down. NOW. Don't move. This is not the place to do my killing." She laughed coldly, "Don't worry who I am, Stanley Dickinson. Once Tyson is dead, I'll let all of Tyson's friends and elders to go with him to Hell!"
Mr. Dickinson knew the woman's identity when she knew his name.
The woman picked up the pistol that Mr. Dickinson dropped earlier. With one weapon aimed at Tyson, she got out of the car and pulled Tyson out of the car. Tyson could not resist her action as she changed her gun's aim to his grandfather.
Tyson's grandfather wanted to pull Tyson back but to no avail. Instead, he tore his wound and blood flowed much more furiously now.
"Tyson!" Ray and Max shouted at the same time as the old man could not take the pain of his wound and stars appeared before him. He fell back to the spacious limousine. Mr. Dickinson caught the old man's back and in a corner of his eye, he saw familiar figures racing towards the car from the rear. "So she knew . . ." Mr. Dickinson thought.
But the others were oblivious to their surrounding.
"Grandpa!" cried Tyson in horror.
"Shut up!" The woman slapped Tyson's face, and a trickle of blood trickled down his lips.
"Tyson!" This time, Ray and Max shouted and wanted to get out of the car but once Ray stepped out of it, the woman pulled the trigger of her other gun and shot the ground threateningly.
Ray quickly dodged the bullets and retreated back to the limousine. But he had already saw about four burly men in front of them with one of them holding on to Tyson. The four men were not eye catching but they had muscular arms holding long objects on their hands.
Max growled lowly and pounced on the woman. He caught her leg and did not let it go. "Ray! Save Tyson!" He shouted to his mate.
She was angry and booted up her leg randomly.
"You fools! Pull him off of my leg." She screamed. One of the men whom Ray saw quickly tried to pry open Max's fingers but the young boy bit it and he also shouted angrily, "You have no right to kidnap us!"
The woman fumed and raised her other leg and used all her might to attack Max's back.
"Max!" Tyson bellowed and elbowed his captor. The adult writhed in pain. Tyson was free and he made his move.
At the same time, a leather whip wrapped itself around the woman's leg, making her fall to the ground. Also, a shadow appeared before Tyson as he saw the other three fighting fiercely with a cloaked skinny figure. Next, he smelt a familiar perfume as he was being thrown into the limousine roughly. He could not resist it. He heard a groan as some red liquid splashed on Tyson's face. Roughly, he could see the figure smiling at him lovingly.
The woman snarled and was going to fall to the ground when she somersaulted. She sprinted towards Tyson, wanting to pull back her target, ignoring Max.
In the meantime, the four men were all made unconscious by the cloaked figure but not without many wounds sustained on her whole body.
But the same leather whip intertwined both of the woman's legs and the woman was rendered immobile. She cursed but was unable to chase after Tyson any more. "Rose. You will pay dearly." The woman muttered to herself.
"Max!" Tyson shouted at his friend who was left alone out of the limousine while Max's other companions were all in the car.
The shadow who saved Tyson from his captor shouted to the limousine car's driver seat, "Jason! Take them away!" The voice seemed to trigger Tyson's memory as his eyes widened followed by total unbelieving.
Meanwhile, it dashed to Max and pushed him into the car . . .Ray pulled him in. He noticed that Mr. Dickinson was calm all along the ordeal and so he looked at him questionably. Mr. Dickinson just smirked at him and he spoke mysteriously, "Please get us out of here, Jason."
Suddenly, the limousine drove off. The driver adjusted the rear mirror so that the Bladebreakers and Mr. Dickinson could see his face.
It was a man with a beard over his entire lower jaw. His black and heavy spectacles perched on his snub nose with his face smiling warmly at his passengers. He closed his eyes for a second when he saw Tyson's face stained lightly with blood.
Angry, Tyson growled, "Who are you?"
Mr. Dickinson answered his question; "I want to introduce all of you to Jason Withe, vice leader of the Street Gang. Jason, meet the Bladebreakers."
"Yo! Tyson, how are you? You really look alike Rose." Jason smiled and he took something from his shirt pocket. It was a small box. He handed it over to Mr. Dickinson, "Cover Matt Kinomiya's wound with this cream and he might feel better."
Meanwhile, Ray and Max turned their heads to Tyson in bewilderment. The boy scowled, "She is not my mother and what does this cream contain?"
The smiling face on Jason's face disappeared, but he spoke softly, "I know you worry for your grandfather but I do not have the intention to harm him. Trust me. Anyway, do you know that the one who really saved you is Rose? She would be heart broken if she knew that you don't acknowledge her."
"Why should I regard her as my mother when she treated my father like dirt?"
"Tyson, you were too young at that time. You do not understand her pain when she quarreled with Marcus, your father. After all, she did love him once."
Ray and Max listened to the two people's conversation with question marks in their minds. Mr. Dickinson spoke again, "Is the kidnapper Katrina of Yon Ying Court?"
Jason nodded.
"Who is Katrina?"
"Katrina is the leader of Yon Ying Court. This means that they are now after Tyson. You could see from the appearance of Katrina to deduce that they want Tyson's life badly. Now, I am driving all of you to your hotel." Jason spoke calmly.
Mr. Dickinson continued, "Once we reach there, all of you will meet your new team mate. Please welcome him."
"I don't suppose he will also be the one to protect me?" Tyson asked bitterly.
Mr. Dickinson seemed awkward as Tyson looked straight into the BBA official's pupils. "Tyson, you need to know. You are in danger of meeting to such a situation like just now again."
"I know! But I can protect myself!" Tyson bellowed furiously.
Silence fell to the car. Jason sighed deeply. Tyson's grandfather opened his wearily but closed them again as he heard Tyson rejecting the plan to hire someone to protect him. Slowly, he put his palm on Tyson's and held it tightly. Tyson asked softly, "How are you?"
"Much better after the cream is put on. Tyson, don't resist our kind gesture, can you?" Tyson did not answer his grandfather. At last, the old man drifted into a sleep.
After two hours, they reached a hotel named 'Meriden Oriental'. They alighted and entered it. Before reaching it, thy stopped at a hospital to treat the wounds of Tyson's grandfather. Jason was the one who drove them to the hotel.
They were going to stay in a Presidential suite; no risks could be afforded for their enemy to attack the Tyson as an individual.
Once they opened the door, they saw a boy in his teenager years standing coldly beside the balcony of the big living room. Tyson scrutinized his new teammate carefully.
He wore blue cargo pants with a silver belt hanging down his waist and his shirt was unusually big-sized for his body size. He had long hair, which was tied in a way similar to Ray's hairstyle.
Finally, he turned around to face the Bladebreakers. In his eyes, there was a sign of dislike towards them. Ray noticed it but walked towards him, "How are you? I am Ray Kon and the American boy with blonde hair is Max while the guy who wears a cap is Tyson."
The boy spoke coldly and with a little looking-down-on-you attitude, "Tyson is the one whom I need to protect, isn't it?" He sneered.
Tyson was pissed off. "I don't need any protection from you too! Get this clear! I am not the one who asked for protection!" Tyson glared furiously at the boy.
The boy looked down when he heard Tyson shouting at him. He stood rooted to his ground.
Then, without any notice, he slipped behind Tyson and punched him at the back. His movement was so fast that Ray and Max could not stop the blow.
Tyson nearly fell as he turned to his attacker angrily. He turned to counter attack the boy, but the boy had went back to his original position.
"I am paid by Mr. Dickinson to protect you. If you think you can ward off surprise attacks like this easily, I'll take my leave. But if you can't, you better accept your fate. Nice to see yet another arrogant fellow. I am John. John Yumesaki." The boy seethed. Clearly, he was angered by Tyson's attitude towards him.
John walked towards a room, his back facing the Bladebreakers.
Tyson gritted his teeth and clutched the bamboo sword, which his grandfather handed to him. He dashed to John angrily and brought down the sword with full force. Ray and Max were shocked. They never saw Tyson so angry before! Not even when Kai betrayed them in the Finals!
The boy hesitated in his steps but continued to walk towards his room. But Tyson did not think twice about his attack on John. Soon, the sword neared John's back.
'Looks like he wants to injure me.' John thought with disgust. He swirled his body around and got a hold on the sword. Tyson pulled it away from John's grip and attacked sideways.
John wasted no time in delivering a powerful blow on Tyson's stomach. He had wanted to hit the wrist but decided against it. His eyes emitted a deadly gaze at Tyson who shuddered. He carried Tyson over his back and threw Tyson to the ground heavily.
Tyson groaned.
"Don't ever do this again." John growled dangerously, "If you dare do that again, you'll die. I don't care about the money anyway." He delivered another blow to Tyson who was now writhing on the ground in pain.
"Tyson!' Ray and Max rushed to the injured boy.
Max pulled John's collar, his elbow fixed on John's chest. "What's the meaning of this? Attacking your mates? Huh?"
The expression on John turned peculiar as he brushed off Max's hand off his chest.
"Tell Tyson not to mess with me or else . . ." John threw down his words and slammed the door.
"Tyson, how are you?" Ray asked worriedly.
"Damn it!" Tyson cursed but his stomach growled loudly. But he ignored it, he was too angry with himself and that John Yumesaki.
Meanwhile, John Yumesaki grabbed his shoulder and he writhed his face in utter pain. Blood was seeping through his shirt . . .
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I know this is a rather dull chapter but I have tried hard to improve on my writing. Please give me your feedback so I will know where my mistakes lie. Yeah. The next chapter onwards will be jointly written by me and Jade! Please support this story!
Please R&R!
Signed Virginia.
The Bladebreakers and the two men were shocked at the voice . . .
This voice belonged to the woman who was an air stewardess on their private plane. The woman pulled down the screen in front of her passengers and revealed her powdered face. Her black eye shadow surrounded her eyes, which had deep blue pupils. She put on the brakes and the limousine stopped beside a curb.
Mr. Dickinson asked, "Who are you? Where are you taking us and what do you want to do with us?"
The woman spoke nothing but pulled out an automatic pistol at Tyson's face who was sitting on the far left side of the limousine. Tyson's grandfather quickly rushed to shield Tyson but the woman pulled her trigger and a silent bullet shot the old man's arm. Blood gushed out of the wound. Fear crept up Tyson's face as he checked his grandfather's wounds.
Ray and Max looked at each other and thought, "Can she be from . . .?" Tyson was not sure of what to do as he just pressed his grandfather's wound to no avail in stopping the flow of blood. Max took out his handkerchief and handed to Tyson who used it to bandage the old man's wounds.
Mr. Dickinson attacked the woman but the woman smirked and aimed her gun at Tyson's head yet again. She did not care about the elder man as she deemed him useless.
To her surprise, her pistol was snatched away by Mr. Dickinson, but she quickly pulled out another gun and pointed the tip at his forehead. The other man's movements slowed down dramatically.
"Put my pistol down. NOW. Don't move. This is not the place to do my killing." She laughed coldly, "Don't worry who I am, Stanley Dickinson. Once Tyson is dead, I'll let all of Tyson's friends and elders to go with him to Hell!"
Mr. Dickinson knew the woman's identity when she knew his name.
The woman picked up the pistol that Mr. Dickinson dropped earlier. With one weapon aimed at Tyson, she got out of the car and pulled Tyson out of the car. Tyson could not resist her action as she changed her gun's aim to his grandfather.
Tyson's grandfather wanted to pull Tyson back but to no avail. Instead, he tore his wound and blood flowed much more furiously now.
"Tyson!" Ray and Max shouted at the same time as the old man could not take the pain of his wound and stars appeared before him. He fell back to the spacious limousine. Mr. Dickinson caught the old man's back and in a corner of his eye, he saw familiar figures racing towards the car from the rear. "So she knew . . ." Mr. Dickinson thought.
But the others were oblivious to their surrounding.
"Grandpa!" cried Tyson in horror.
"Shut up!" The woman slapped Tyson's face, and a trickle of blood trickled down his lips.
"Tyson!" This time, Ray and Max shouted and wanted to get out of the car but once Ray stepped out of it, the woman pulled the trigger of her other gun and shot the ground threateningly.
Ray quickly dodged the bullets and retreated back to the limousine. But he had already saw about four burly men in front of them with one of them holding on to Tyson. The four men were not eye catching but they had muscular arms holding long objects on their hands.
Max growled lowly and pounced on the woman. He caught her leg and did not let it go. "Ray! Save Tyson!" He shouted to his mate.
She was angry and booted up her leg randomly.
"You fools! Pull him off of my leg." She screamed. One of the men whom Ray saw quickly tried to pry open Max's fingers but the young boy bit it and he also shouted angrily, "You have no right to kidnap us!"
The woman fumed and raised her other leg and used all her might to attack Max's back.
"Max!" Tyson bellowed and elbowed his captor. The adult writhed in pain. Tyson was free and he made his move.
At the same time, a leather whip wrapped itself around the woman's leg, making her fall to the ground. Also, a shadow appeared before Tyson as he saw the other three fighting fiercely with a cloaked skinny figure. Next, he smelt a familiar perfume as he was being thrown into the limousine roughly. He could not resist it. He heard a groan as some red liquid splashed on Tyson's face. Roughly, he could see the figure smiling at him lovingly.
The woman snarled and was going to fall to the ground when she somersaulted. She sprinted towards Tyson, wanting to pull back her target, ignoring Max.
In the meantime, the four men were all made unconscious by the cloaked figure but not without many wounds sustained on her whole body.
But the same leather whip intertwined both of the woman's legs and the woman was rendered immobile. She cursed but was unable to chase after Tyson any more. "Rose. You will pay dearly." The woman muttered to herself.
"Max!" Tyson shouted at his friend who was left alone out of the limousine while Max's other companions were all in the car.
The shadow who saved Tyson from his captor shouted to the limousine car's driver seat, "Jason! Take them away!" The voice seemed to trigger Tyson's memory as his eyes widened followed by total unbelieving.
Meanwhile, it dashed to Max and pushed him into the car . . .Ray pulled him in. He noticed that Mr. Dickinson was calm all along the ordeal and so he looked at him questionably. Mr. Dickinson just smirked at him and he spoke mysteriously, "Please get us out of here, Jason."
Suddenly, the limousine drove off. The driver adjusted the rear mirror so that the Bladebreakers and Mr. Dickinson could see his face.
It was a man with a beard over his entire lower jaw. His black and heavy spectacles perched on his snub nose with his face smiling warmly at his passengers. He closed his eyes for a second when he saw Tyson's face stained lightly with blood.
Angry, Tyson growled, "Who are you?"
Mr. Dickinson answered his question; "I want to introduce all of you to Jason Withe, vice leader of the Street Gang. Jason, meet the Bladebreakers."
"Yo! Tyson, how are you? You really look alike Rose." Jason smiled and he took something from his shirt pocket. It was a small box. He handed it over to Mr. Dickinson, "Cover Matt Kinomiya's wound with this cream and he might feel better."
Meanwhile, Ray and Max turned their heads to Tyson in bewilderment. The boy scowled, "She is not my mother and what does this cream contain?"
The smiling face on Jason's face disappeared, but he spoke softly, "I know you worry for your grandfather but I do not have the intention to harm him. Trust me. Anyway, do you know that the one who really saved you is Rose? She would be heart broken if she knew that you don't acknowledge her."
"Why should I regard her as my mother when she treated my father like dirt?"
"Tyson, you were too young at that time. You do not understand her pain when she quarreled with Marcus, your father. After all, she did love him once."
Ray and Max listened to the two people's conversation with question marks in their minds. Mr. Dickinson spoke again, "Is the kidnapper Katrina of Yon Ying Court?"
Jason nodded.
"Who is Katrina?"
"Katrina is the leader of Yon Ying Court. This means that they are now after Tyson. You could see from the appearance of Katrina to deduce that they want Tyson's life badly. Now, I am driving all of you to your hotel." Jason spoke calmly.
Mr. Dickinson continued, "Once we reach there, all of you will meet your new team mate. Please welcome him."
"I don't suppose he will also be the one to protect me?" Tyson asked bitterly.
Mr. Dickinson seemed awkward as Tyson looked straight into the BBA official's pupils. "Tyson, you need to know. You are in danger of meeting to such a situation like just now again."
"I know! But I can protect myself!" Tyson bellowed furiously.
Silence fell to the car. Jason sighed deeply. Tyson's grandfather opened his wearily but closed them again as he heard Tyson rejecting the plan to hire someone to protect him. Slowly, he put his palm on Tyson's and held it tightly. Tyson asked softly, "How are you?"
"Much better after the cream is put on. Tyson, don't resist our kind gesture, can you?" Tyson did not answer his grandfather. At last, the old man drifted into a sleep.
After two hours, they reached a hotel named 'Meriden Oriental'. They alighted and entered it. Before reaching it, thy stopped at a hospital to treat the wounds of Tyson's grandfather. Jason was the one who drove them to the hotel.
They were going to stay in a Presidential suite; no risks could be afforded for their enemy to attack the Tyson as an individual.
Once they opened the door, they saw a boy in his teenager years standing coldly beside the balcony of the big living room. Tyson scrutinized his new teammate carefully.
He wore blue cargo pants with a silver belt hanging down his waist and his shirt was unusually big-sized for his body size. He had long hair, which was tied in a way similar to Ray's hairstyle.
Finally, he turned around to face the Bladebreakers. In his eyes, there was a sign of dislike towards them. Ray noticed it but walked towards him, "How are you? I am Ray Kon and the American boy with blonde hair is Max while the guy who wears a cap is Tyson."
The boy spoke coldly and with a little looking-down-on-you attitude, "Tyson is the one whom I need to protect, isn't it?" He sneered.
Tyson was pissed off. "I don't need any protection from you too! Get this clear! I am not the one who asked for protection!" Tyson glared furiously at the boy.
The boy looked down when he heard Tyson shouting at him. He stood rooted to his ground.
Then, without any notice, he slipped behind Tyson and punched him at the back. His movement was so fast that Ray and Max could not stop the blow.
Tyson nearly fell as he turned to his attacker angrily. He turned to counter attack the boy, but the boy had went back to his original position.
"I am paid by Mr. Dickinson to protect you. If you think you can ward off surprise attacks like this easily, I'll take my leave. But if you can't, you better accept your fate. Nice to see yet another arrogant fellow. I am John. John Yumesaki." The boy seethed. Clearly, he was angered by Tyson's attitude towards him.
John walked towards a room, his back facing the Bladebreakers.
Tyson gritted his teeth and clutched the bamboo sword, which his grandfather handed to him. He dashed to John angrily and brought down the sword with full force. Ray and Max were shocked. They never saw Tyson so angry before! Not even when Kai betrayed them in the Finals!
The boy hesitated in his steps but continued to walk towards his room. But Tyson did not think twice about his attack on John. Soon, the sword neared John's back.
'Looks like he wants to injure me.' John thought with disgust. He swirled his body around and got a hold on the sword. Tyson pulled it away from John's grip and attacked sideways.
John wasted no time in delivering a powerful blow on Tyson's stomach. He had wanted to hit the wrist but decided against it. His eyes emitted a deadly gaze at Tyson who shuddered. He carried Tyson over his back and threw Tyson to the ground heavily.
Tyson groaned.
"Don't ever do this again." John growled dangerously, "If you dare do that again, you'll die. I don't care about the money anyway." He delivered another blow to Tyson who was now writhing on the ground in pain.
"Tyson!' Ray and Max rushed to the injured boy.
Max pulled John's collar, his elbow fixed on John's chest. "What's the meaning of this? Attacking your mates? Huh?"
The expression on John turned peculiar as he brushed off Max's hand off his chest.
"Tell Tyson not to mess with me or else . . ." John threw down his words and slammed the door.
"Tyson, how are you?" Ray asked worriedly.
"Damn it!" Tyson cursed but his stomach growled loudly. But he ignored it, he was too angry with himself and that John Yumesaki.
Meanwhile, John Yumesaki grabbed his shoulder and he writhed his face in utter pain. Blood was seeping through his shirt . . .
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I know this is a rather dull chapter but I have tried hard to improve on my writing. Please give me your feedback so I will know where my mistakes lie. Yeah. The next chapter onwards will be jointly written by me and Jade! Please support this story!
Please R&R!
Signed Virginia.