Chapter 9
Reiven: O_O One of the best? Surely there must be better.
russle: I was wondering if anyone would notice that reference. Good eye. ^_~
Ashla: In the manga Kai never went to the Abbey, but instead Kai's father and grandfather had a falling out that led to Kai's grandfather taking custody and making Kai hate blading though he has a point to prove. Kai's grandfather has no connection to Biovolt, and Boris is named Voltaire. As for the Tyson thing... well, it was in the hot spring (as seen in the series) with Kenny and Max and a few other people around (including Jazzman) and let's say Tyson stood up. Front view. _ And I must say, for all those wondering, Tyson really doesn't have much to offer in 'that' department. At least not at 13... ^_~
Matty KakaSaku rulz: Heh heh. Yep, he's evil all right. :p
Gothic-Wolf: You compare it too a thriller book!? O_O And why can't I kill them *chuckles as eyes sparkle evilly*
Jay Kamiya: Rape them? We'll see.
phoenix the 1st: Slowly and painfully, just the way I like it. Not that I'll do it... ^_^
LadyOrient: So nicely put. And so tempting...
Boris has almost killed Bryan and Tala, but what of Ian and Spencer's plan? Will they get there in time? *hands around popcorn and coke* Let's find out.
Disclaimer: See first page
Ian stood on his tiptoes, peering out the high window and watching as the car vanished into the fog, red pinpoints that were the tail lights becoming lost as the distance grew, until they could be seen no more.
Ian turned, moving along the corridor and opening the door to his room, looking up and spotting the other. "Well he's gone."
"It's after 8," Spencer said, glancing at the clock by Ian's bed. "He left late."
"He must have lost track of the time while he was…" Ian shuddered, dropping and stretching out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Are you nervous?"
"About what?"
"Tomorrow."
Spencer shook his head, placing the book he had been flipping through back on the shelf. "Plan should work, so no need to be nervous. All we have to do is get the key from Boris's desk, then get into the dungeon, free them, meet Panas, and get to the hideout." He frowned. "I just hope they're not messed up too bad."
Ian swallowed hard as the possibilities of his comrade's fates drifted through his mind. "Yeah, me too."
Spencer glanced at the clock again, shifting in his spot. "About 10 minutes?"
"Yeah. That should do it." Ian twisted so that he was lying on his stomach, head in hands, watching his teammate. "Spence?"
"Yeah?"
"How long have you known Panas?"
Spencer frowned. "Panas was here before I got here. He's one of the original boys, brought here when he was two. He's a very good blader, and lasted this long cause he can improvise well in midst of battle. He's the captain of the reserve team, and Boris often has him school the new kids when no one else can."
"So he's a teachers pet?"
"He does what he can to survive."
"Fair enough." Ian plucked at his blankets. "Think he really knows Tala and Bryan that well?"
"Not sure about Tala, but he knows Bryan pretty good. I've seen them talking. They trade information or something."
They sat for a moment, letting the silence wash over them, save for the soft ticking of the clock, counting down the time. Ian sighed, flipping onto his back and staring at the ceiling again. "What do we do if they can't walk?"
"We carry them."
"You carry them. I can't. What time is it?"
"It's only been five."
"Dammit." Ian pounded a fist down onto the bed. "Why can't it hurry up? I want to get this over with."
"Stop thinking about the time. It will only make it go slower."
"What do you want me to think about then?"
"How about why you first came to the Abbey? Tell me, I want to know."
Ian bit his lip, straining his mind. "It'd be about seven years ago now, wouldn't it? I was five then, and I was just getting into blading. I remember that my parents were always busy, so they often left me with my grandfather, and he was the one who bought me my first blade. My parents got upset and took it away from me, but I begged them to give it back. They said I would get hurt cause I didn't know how to use it properly, but one day I talked them into letting me go to the park, just to watch.
"Some kid saw me watching and lent me his spare blade, my parents not really paying attention. I battled the kid and beat him, my parents spotting me when they heard the cheering and rushing over, grabbing the beyblade and throwing it away. Thing is, Boris saw me and came up to them, telling them about the Abbey and it's purpose, and telling them I was gifted. They agreed to let me come here, and dropped me off roughly a week after that. I haven't seen or heard from them since."
Spencer nodded, staring at the tiles. "I'm about the same, only I just had my Mum. My Dad died when I was really little, and my Mum didn't have much money, so we moved a lot. I came across beyblading when we were walking down the street and a saw a bunch of kids battling. I said I wanted a go, so they let me. I was defeated, but it took them a while to beat me.
"I kept movin', but it turns out one of those kids ended up here and told Boris about me. He tracked me down, offering to take me in and look after me, cause my Mum couldn't find work and we had hardly any food. She agreed, thinking it would be better for me if she allowed it, so here I am. I don't know what ever happened to her, but she never came back. I was seven when I came, so that would be roughly 12 years."
Ian looked at him. "Out of everyone, who do you thinks been here the longest?"
"The guys that were here when the place first opened I guess, like Panas. The only other I can think of is Bryan. He's been here 18 years, which is almost as long as this place has been around."
"What do you think happened to his parents?"
"I once heard him say that they were dead."
"Ouch." Ian sighed. "I'd rather lie awake wondering where my parents are and what they are doing, then to lie awake wondering how they died and where they are buried."
"I know where they're buried."
Ian's head shot around. "You do?"
Spencer nodded. "You know that graveyard at the back of the grounds?" Ian nodded. "They're both there. The headstones are dated the same year Bryan was born."
"Creepy."
Spencer nodded his agreement, glancing at the clock. "It's been 10 minutes. Let's go get those keys."
Ian pushed himself up off the bed, grinning. "And about time."
The two boys cracked open the door, peering out into the corridor and taking in the position of the camera. They waited, watching it swing around before they hurried into the hall, closing the door behind them, and moving at a quick pace out into the main corridors.
Checking for any sign on guards, they slipped further toward their destination, quickly closing the distance and pausing at the bottom of the stairs. Spencer glanced at his watch, nodding at Ian before they quickly scaled the staircase.
Reaching the doorway at the top, they found the door unlocked, swinging it open and glancing inside. The interior was dark, lit only by the faint moonlight that drifted in through the window. They entered cautiously, not speaking as they set foot in their tormentor's domain.
Spencer gestured toward the desk, Ian nodding as they crossed toward it, footsteps almost silent on the floor. Ian soundlessly slid open the top drawer, rummaging through and shaking his head, closing it and moving down to the next as Spencer picked his way over the items littered across the top.
Finding nothing, Spencer began searching the shelves, Ian moving to the filing cabinet and tugging at the drawers. After several more minutes, they had still come no closer to finding the keys.
Spencer shook his head and shrugged, Ian frowning hard in frustration, dark eyes flitting around the room, coming to rest on a statue. Spencer followed his gaze, taking in the odd sculpture and crossing to it, studying it before pushing at a small catch that was faintly revealed in the moonlight. A panel swung open, Spencer reaching in and picking up the object, turning to Ian and holding them up for him to see.
Ian grinned and nodded, Spencer pocketing the keys as they moved back toward the door, eyes darting around to make sure everything was as it had been when they had first arrived. No need to arouse suspicions early.
Closing the door behind them, they made their way down the staircase, pausing at the sound of soft footsteps and holding their breaths as the trio of guards moved along the corridor below. Once they were sure they were gone, the two boys made haste in completing their journey, pausing to check the direction of the cameras from time to time, not stopping until they were once more safely in Ian's room.
With a soft click of the lock, the first and easiest part of their mission was successfully completed.
The wheels are in motion. ^_^