Title: Resurfacing
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one.
Warnings: see chapter one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of her characters. Any and all unrecognizable characters belong solely to me and are not to be touched. I am not making any money off of this and I write with the sole intention to entertain.
The office interior was even colder than outside due to the low temperature as well as the foreboding feeling of unwelcome that greeted everyone who entered. In its simplicity it was chilling, if not inhumane. The walls were bare. The room was sparsely furnished. A large, heavy desk covered with papers and envelopes that were neatly stacked. A tall floor lamp stood next to the desk. One of the walls was dominated by a large bookshelf full of books, schedules and plans. Many tended to overlook these everyday objects as it were the many bottles that captured one's attention, and fear.
Ranging from small to large depending on what they held they lined the shelf like artefacts proudly on display, each a chilling reminder of just how far the scientists here were willing to go to achieve success. In each bottle floated a small foetus, be it human or animal or a grizzly mutation of both, suspended in a clear fluid. The unborn creatures were horribly failed experiments that hadn't survived the process. Some had human bodies with an animal heads while others had small wings growing from their backs and claws instead of fingers and toes. A large aquarium on the opposite wall held the still-born body of a mutant baby whale. One of Seaborg's dead cubs.
As a young child he used to believe that the mere visit to this horror museum was punishment enough. He always feared that one day he would look into a bottle and find the creature/human inside looking back at him with an accusing glare, blaming him for its miserable existence. Blaming him for having survived where so many had perished. But most of the time, he wished that he was in the bottle. Safe from the hard outer world.
The only other door to the room was located on the farthest wall and it was that door that now opened as a man cloaked in dark robes and hood stepped out. With a flick of his wrist he dismissed the two guards, who obeyed and silently left, closing the door behind them, shutting him in with his trainer.
Boris calmly clasped his hands behind his back and moved to stand before the large windows, watching the snowflakes flutter by, purposefully delaying his lecture, knowing that Tala was hurting just from standing. He hadn't spoken to the redhead or the others since the night of their defeat when he had condemned them to hell and back. They had then been brought back to the Abbey where the guards had then taken over, beating the boys as direct result of their failure. That had been three days ago and every day they had been beaten for hours or forced to do strenuous exercises and given scarce food and water.
"I got word from Lord Voltaire today," he said not moving from where he looked out the window, "that he is calling off all arrangements and funds."
Tala remained silent.
"You do know that he was our most important financier?"
"Yes, sir," he answered in a voice that was hoarse from lack of liquids and tension.
"Without his money we are going to have to halt all experiments and work until we find someone else who is interested. Do you know why Voltaire has decided to break our contract?"
"He is not pleased with the outcome, sir," Tala whispered as loudly as he dared.
"And do you know whose fault that is?"
"Mine, sir."
"My, my, you are a clever boy."
"I'm sor--"
"Sorry?" Boris intervened with a disbelieving voice. "Sorry because you lost the title? Sorry because you have put your team to shame? Oh, but that's only just the beginning."
He turned and slowly walked over to his desk, very much aware that Tala looked ready to collapse at any given moment. He picked up a round object and held it up for the boy to see.
"What is this?"
"That is a snow dome, sir."
"I know that. Look closer."
Tala blinked several time to clear his blurred vision. Focusing all his senses he scrutinized the snow dome's contents. It was a small ball with blue and green colouring that represented oceans continents.
"That is the world, sir."
"The world...in the palm of my hand. The world that could have been in the hands of Biovolt. Years of research and millions of dollars have been invested in this project. Scientists and strategists from all over the world came to Russia to be a part of what should have been the greatest siege ever on the planet." He turned the small object in his hands, admiring it almost longingly. "Hundreds of children were recruited to train here under the best instructors. We have the latest and most powerful technology and have gone through countless experiments and data collection. All of this has taken Biovolt a lot of precious energy, man hours and money. All of that ...WASTED!"
The glass dome exploded on impact when he slammed it onto the hard polished wood of his desk. Jagged slivers of glass trickled amongst the glittery water as it spread over many papers.
Tala started badly but kept his eyes straight ahead on the wall even when Boris stalked over to him, ripping of his mask and hurtling it away, his own cold grey eyes flashing. Coming to stand just a foot before him, he towered over Tala.
"You humiliated me in what was supposed to have been my moment of glory and recognition! You made a fool out of me before the entire world that was supposed to be getting on its knees to obey my every command!"
"I'm sorry, sir." He lowered his eyes to the floor but his body trembled, scared and unsure.
"Sorry? Sorry? That doesn't do me any good, boy!" Boris spat. "All you had to do was defeat a loud-mouthed, IQ deprived, inexperienced brat!"
"He caught me off guard, sir."
"'You had the power to defeat anything, whether you'd expected it or not!"
"But you said--"
He was cut off by a vicious backhand. The pain reverberated throughout his entire body and his legs gave way. He landed with a heavy thud on the cold floor. His wounds ripped open from the hard impact and he could feel his blood starting to soak in his already filthy shirt. An immense stabbing pain in his chest came around the same time. It wasn't long before he tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and he coughed up a large glob of the crimson substance before it choked him.
"Don't you dare place the blame on me," Boris growled, glaring down at the hurting teen. "If it weren't for me you wouldn't even be alive. I should have left you to rot in that rat's nest that was your home."
Tala stiffened at those words and Boris knew he had struck a familiar nerve and grinned evilly. He knew his apprentice well. He knew how to easily hurt the young boy without laying a hand on him, though, of course, physical dominance was even better.
"You were such a small thing. Horribly thin and dressed in those rags you assumed were clothes. Your eyes had looked up at me so surprised when I had spoken to you. It had been so rare to you that someone would take notice in you and not your body."
He weakly curled up in himself, shielding himself from the prying eyes that gleamed as the man went on to remind him of things he had tried so hard to forget.
"Frankly, I'm surprised that you survived at all. No one took care of you. No one fed you. No one even knew who you were. Your own brothers and sisters didn't even know that you were their little brother. You really are the outcast, the black sheep, of your family."
"Shut up..." Tala squeezed his eyes shut.
"You don't even know your father. I truly doubt if your mother even knows, seeing how she whored herself around those slums in exchange for money or drugs. Your mother...hn...she was more than thrilled to hand you over to the Biovolt scientists for a few hundred dollars. She didn't ask, or care, what we planned to do with you. She never tried to find you afterwards. None of them did, because none of them cared. She hadn't even named you yet you were practically six years old."
"Stop it." A familiar tingling was growing behind his closed eyelids.
"It took our medics an entire day to patch up your wounds and it more than a month before we were able to denote your health as remotely stable. Your mother used you as a punching bag, when she remembered that she had a ninth child that is, and left you and your siblings to starve, forcing you to fend for yourselves. Your eldest brother, however, had a...sinful interest in you, didn't he? It must have been traumatizing to live in that house, knowing that he could get his hands on you and do whatever he wanted. How old were you when you experienced your First Time? 4? 5?"
"He...he..." Tala couldn't say more as a coughing fit hit him. More blood spilled onto the floor beneath him.
"Not that I can blame him. You were such a beautiful child."
He crouched down beside the boy.
"Despite your weakness, you still are such a beautiful child," the director muttered, running his fingers through the tangled, red hair. "Such delicate features...Such exotic eyes..."
Gathering the broken body into his arms, he stood, noticing how lithe Tala was in his hold. He stroked a blood stained cheek and laughed when the boy turned his head away. Carelessly swiping of all papers and documents from his desk, he laid the redhead down on it, who cried out hoarsely when the shards from the broken snow dome embedded themselves into his already bloodied back. His struggle intensified when he felt Boris' hands on him.
"...No..."
"Hush!"
Boris watched as the gorgeous teen writhe beneath him. Need fully, he started to remove his apprentice's clothes.
Tala hissed at the rough handling, trying to pry the fingers from the dirty fabric that offered him but a frail protection. The tingling in his eyes increased till it stung. Weakly, he continued to try to push the hands off him but was dealt a punch to his temple, dazing him. Boris went on speaking as he disrobed his pupil.
"Your brother wasn't the only one, was he? I recall your mother telling me that she used to let her male relatives as well as complete strangers fuck you for drugs," Boris taunted as he pulled the shirt off revealing a bruised but well-carved chest and stomach. "You fascinated me, young Tala. You had lost your virginity long before coming under my command, yet every time I take you your eyes still hold the light of confused innocence. Even now, after a decade, you do not understand why this is done to you."
The teen protested, his head still grieving him, when the buttons of his pants were torn open and the material yanked off him, leaving him unprotected and bare to the man. Through the haze of his mind he heard Boris undoing some of his own clothes.
"Can't you understand what it is about you that drive men like me to act out their darkest desires? Is it not clear that your smooth skin and warm body teases others? How can you not expect that it is only natural that you're coveted and controlled by those who are stronger than you? You will never be strong, Tala. No matter how hard you train. You are your own weakness. Your body betrays you to others. And the more you resist, the more desirable you become."
Dropping his head back, he blinked against the pain, and the wetness that was beginning accumulate behind his lashes.
"Are those tears?" Boris asked accusingly.
Grabbing a handful of fiery hair, he forced the fair face up. When he saw the droplets of water glistening wetly on the long lashes his eyes narrowed.
"Stop that."
"I'm trying!" Tala gasped, trying to call back the tears. However, the more he tried, the harder it was to hold them.
"Do as I say!" Still gripping the boy's hair, Boris slammed his head several times onto the desk. "Stop this pathetic display!"
"I can't!"
The floodgates broke and the tears came in torrents. Each representing his emotions times a hundred; pain, fear, despair, helplessness, exhaustion and many more he could not name since his head felt like it would explode with each bang against the desk surface.
"Weakling! You want to cry? I'll give you something to cry about," Boris growled and spread the slender legs, positioning himself between them.
Tala's mind was slipping into incoherency but he was brought back to reality when a sudden burning pain shot through his body as Boris tore into him. He couldn't even form any coherent words to express the pain. His body tensed at the torturous strokes and all he could do was sob and gasp as he pushed at the broad chest above him. It only served to waste his energy. Even though he knew how useless it was, he started to beg, to plea, for it to end. Be it the assault or his very life, he didn't care, as long as the pain went away.
"No!...Stop it!"
The sensation of the slender body writhing against him was intoxicating and Boris increased his thrusts, groaning as warm blood coated him.
"Help me..." Tala whimpered, which soon turned to a louder cry. "Someone...please help!"
His arms and legs were cut in several places by the shards and his back's wounds were smearing blood all over the mahogany desk. He could feel the blood staining his pale inner thighs and Boris' nails were digging holes in his shoulders. Through the pain and fear, only one coherent word came to mind and with a desperate shout, he begged for the one thing he wished was there.
"K...KAI!"
Boris grinned, even snicker. Crushing his mouth against Tala's bloodied lips he suckled the tangy taste on the boy's tongue. Pulling away he looked into the almost fully glazed eyes.
"You scream so nicely for your pretty friend, now scream for me," he ordered huskily and buried himself deep within the ravaged body.
Tala's final hoarse shriek was all he needed and he came hard and long, gripping the boy's waist and upper arm in a way that was sure to leave bruises, his eyes falling shut as he groaned. When his climax was finally over the only sounds in the entire room were his harsh breathing and Tala's moans. Nuzzling the sweaty neck, he nipped at the skin roughly, marking the boy once more as his. When his arms finally stopped shaking, he pushed himself up off the smaller body, staring down at the blader whose eyes were shut, tear lines streaking the pale skin.
"So innocent...So beautiful..."
When strong arms wrapped around him Tala was too weak to struggle, his head rolling to rest on the broad chest beneath which the dark heart pulsed rapidly in the wake of the man's climax. The slight rocking motion as Boris walked started to lull him into inevitable and exhausted sleep and his eyes drifted back shut. He didn't have to look to know where Boris was taking him. The intensity of the cold and the oppressiveness of the darkness were always more noticeable in the director's personal chambers. Unfortunately, he had been there enough times to recognize it.
He was briefly aware of being placed on the director's large bed. Opening eyes that were red from crying, he looked out the window that was high above him while he heard Boris remove the rest of his clothes. The moon shone high in the sky and he was reminded of Wolborg, who right now was no doubt undergoing gruelling modifications in the labs below. He missed his furry bit beast; missed the warmth the beast would offer him after times like these.
He worried about his team as well, if not even more.
Spencer was a loyal friend and protector, silent but always dependable to help. The big blond always looked serious but there had been times when he would smile with them, times when even the darkness of the Abbey never manages to hurt them. Bryan, as cold and ruthless as he may appear to the outside world, was a passionate person inside; a small part of his true, lively childhood still lingered in the dimmest depths of his lavender eyes, reminding them that he was, like them, just a kid. And of course Ian, who was like a little brother to him. Annoying at times, but trustful. For reasons unknown to the redhead, Ian looked up to him greatly, following him around and training with him. His team is the closest, and only, thing he had ever had to a family. To know they were suffering after having accepted him, the newcomer...the outcast, and were now suffering because of him only served to torture his already broken spirit.
Friends...brothers...
The bed dipped as Boris climbed onto it and he felt the man's heat against his skin. Another single tear made its way down his cheeks. It was just one of the many he had shed in his past; one of the many he would shed tonight.
'Kai...'
Dark lashes parted, revealing deep crimson eyes. They stayed trained on the roof waiting for the voice to speak up again but it didn't. Kai sat up and looked around in confusion. He maybe forced to listen to Tyson's ramblings 24/7 but he wasn't that crazy as to imagine voices...was he?
His heavy breathing alerted Ray, who opened one golden eye to find his roommate uncharacteristically looking worried and confused. Frowning, the tiger lifted himself onto one elbow, brushing his bangs out of his face.
"Kai?"
Looking down at him, Kai blinked several times.
"You okay?" Ray was confused at Kai's behaviour. The Bladebreakers' captain wasn't the most vocal person walking this green earth but he was never at a loss for words.
"Did you wake me?" Kai asked suspiciously.
"Huh? No way. Your breathing woke me up."
'Then what...?'
"Kai? Kai, what's wrong?" Ray inquired, now sitting up, studying the silhouetted figure.
Shaking his head slightly, Kai decided it was best not to try and explain. Tyson already claimed him mental, the last thing he needed was to prove the pest correct.
"It's nothing. Go back to sleep," he said.
"But--"
"We start training in two hours. I don't want you nodding off during battle."
Kai laid back down with his back to Ray.
"Um...fine."
Ray blinked but laid back down also, still worried but not wanting to pressure the bluenette.
Kai waited until the tiger's breathing grew softer and regular again. Once he was sure that Ray was deep in sleep he noiselessly got out of bed and walked out of their room and onto the balcony. The cool night air blew over his body and he shivered involuntarily. Not from the cold though. Something was wrong and he couldn't place his finger on it. Closing his eyes in thoughts, he leaned against the balcony railing, the voice still ringing through his head, hurting and desperate.
'Kai...Kai...Kai...'
Red eyes snapped open.
"Tala!"
Tbc...
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