Title: Resurfacing
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one.
Warnings: see chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. 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.
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"Lord Voltaire!" she gasped. "You...You're back early."
"The meeting has been postponed," he said briskly, daring her to ask anything else.
"Yes, sir. I just brought Kai some food."
The boy's name seemed to remind the man of something and he merely brushed past her and opened the door. She followed, not really knowing why as she was powerless to stop him should he try anything.
"What the...!"
Dranzer rose, wings spread and flaming and head lowered, molten eyes glowering at the man as she stood before her young master, who had jolted awake when the door had been open with force.
"Where did *that* come from?" he growled, turning to Margaret and painfully grabbing her slender wrist, as if blaming her.
Kai watched as the elder man sized up the woman and his concern overturned his conscience as he ducked beneath Dranzer's wing, standing with fists balled.
"Don't touch her!"
Both adults turned surprised eyes on him, though Voltaire's quickly turned to something between lust and amusement. Releasing the wrist and shoving the woman down, he made his way over to where the bluenette stood, bare chest and vulnerable.
"You look so lovely when you get angry."
Kai only felt the whoosh of warm air but Voltaire had to jump aside, with reflexes that were rather impressive considering his age, as a flame of warning cut through the air. Dranzer, now somewhat bigger to protect him better, cawed protectively as she once again placed herself between him and the man.
"Call that thing back, boy," Voltaire growled, "before I get rid of it myself."
As if daring the man to back up his words, Dranzer spat out another flame. An elongated tail feather wove itself around Kai's waist in protective possessiveness. Also, she continued to force the man away from Margaret, who took the hint and moved to stand behind the fire bird.
Not having expected finding the phoenix here and on the offence, Voltaire sneered but backed off, moving towards the door though his eyes bore into Kai's. He had come with the intention of taking the teen and this unforeseen obstacle really pissed him off.
"Don't start feeling safe, boy. I have ways of getting what I want and I will have you. This is just a temporary delay. Enjoy your time with that bird for she won't be around for much longer." He turned to Margaret. "Prepare my meal. And don't even think of poisoning it because you are going to taste it before my very eyes."
Again he turned to Kai, his desire evident with such lust that the bluenette couldn't keep eye contact and looked.
The door slammed shut behind the senior Hiwatari as he exited, leaving the three behind.
Margaret took a shuddering breath but forced calm for the teen's sake. She could tell that Kai was being brave but his eyes were unsure and every now and then a flash of fear ran in them. Still, they turned on her with concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked, gently trying to remove Dranzer's tail but the phoenix wasn't letting go, adding another to hold him more securely. He would have rebuked her if it hadn't been for the light of extreme concern in her stare that burned brighter than her feathers.
"Just a small bruise perhaps later," Margaret said softly. "I...I was so sure that he'd be gone all day. I'm sorry, Kai."
"It's not your fault." He had to sit down as the sudden movements of earlier caught up with him and he felt somewhat light headed. "Be careful around him. There's no telling what he'll do."
"I'm more concerned about you," she admitted, easing him to lie back down. "He keeps to his words, Kai. We both know that. He takes what he wants and..." she faltered, unable to say it.
"He wants me," Kai filled in, stroking Dranzer's head where it laid on his lap as the phoenix cuddled up against him. "He'll hurt you to get to me. And Dranzer can't stay out of her blade for much longer." A squawk of disagreement came but he ignored it. "Look, Margaret, don't get yourself more involved in this than you already are."
"Well, I can't just stand back and let him continue to do this to you!" she gasped, shocked at what he was implying.
"He will do what he wants to me anyways. At least this way only I will get hurt."
"That's one person too many," she continued to argue, Dranzer's chirps backing her up.
"He can kill you, Margaret! Just like he killed Melcov! Just like he killed Salia! They haf served him for decades but that didn't matter to him as he pulled the trigger and shot them both dead when they tried to help me! I don't want that to happen to you!"
"Your team mates and friends must be looking for you. Policemen are no doubt searching every inch of Moscow to find you. If I can just get to them- -"
"They won't find us here. No one ever has. Moscow is ten hours away. All phone lines in this place are monitored. And Voltaire isn't going to allow you to leave. There's no way we can contact anyone. No one even knows this place exists. Only those who used to work or live here and they are all dead or have disappeared."
The bluenette's words were painful in their truthfulness and she sighed, burying her head in her palms. A cool hand touched her shoulder and she raised her head to meet his eyes.
"There's nothing you can do, Margaret, except protect yourself."
Unable to resist, she pulled him into a hug, closing her eyes in relief when he returned it.
"I had promised your mother that I would look out for you. Please understand that I won't break that promise."
Closing his own eye, Kai said nothing.
Dranzer watched the exchange silently, tucking her tail beneath her before Kai could see the tips which were slowly starting to burn out as her energy started to dwindle. Her instincts were warning her to return to her blade soon but she ignored them.
All that ever mattered to her was her bluenette. Her blader. Her friend.
Everything else, including her life, was irrelevant.
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Ray sat with legs folded beneath him in the large chair, his book on his lap though his eyes didn't pick up one word. In fact, he was still on the page he had been the day of the ceremony and he had forgotten everything that had happened before in the book.
Seven days had gone by; seven long days. Not one lead on the investigation whatsoever. The police were stumped and the BBA's own law-enforcement was at a loss. It was as if Kai had disappeared from the face of the earth. No one had seen or heard from him for a week. And, despite his many companies and hundreds of business partners, personnel and clients, Voltaire was as elusive as ever. The man had many homes and hide-outs all over the world and some they feared were extremely remote and well hidden.
Soft footsteps brought Tyson into the room, the navy-haired boy plopping down on the couch. None of them had gotten much sleep and even Tyson had dark rings beneath his eyes. Kai's disappearance had had a great impact on the Dragoon blader. His food intake was way below average and he had actually lost a couple of pounds in the one week.
"I thought you said you wanted to go practice," Ray said softly, needing some sound before he went completely insane.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Ray, didn't see you there," Tyson admitted with a small smile. Sighing, he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. "I tried to practice, but I can't. It's just too... different. I can't focus anymore, on anything."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ray agreed, looking down at his neglected book before closing it and placing it on the table next to him.
"I never realized....," Tyson said after a few more moments of silence, "I never realized how lucky we were having him around. Nothing feels the same. I don't think it will ever be the same." A few more seconds passed. "I miss him, Ray. I miss him a lot. I miss him yelling at us. I miss him training us like dogs. I just miss having him with us."
"We all do," Ray said. Every morning he would wake up expecting to see the sleeping bluenette nearby and that it had all been just a really bad dream.
Tyson made a small sound of frustration and stood up, pacing as he spoke.
"Man, if I could just take back all the things I said about him in the past. All the names I called him. I never stopped to think about why he was the way he was. So distant and reserved. And then I talked trash about Tala and the others..."
Both boy's attention were directed to the stairs as Max came down, pulling on a jacket. The broad smile had disappeared for several days and the blue eyes had long lost their sparkle. The blond hair looked more tousled than ever and the boy looked simply miserable.
"Kenny called from the hospital," he informed, his voice almost unrecognizable in its melancholy tone. "Mr. Dickenson is sending a cab over to bring us there. He wants to talk to us about something."
"Did he say anything about Tala or the others?" Tyson asked, getting his coat.
The blond simply shook his head and walked off towards the door. Tyson shared a concerned look with Ray before following him.
'This can't go on much longer,' Ray thought to himself, shrugging on his coat and following the two younger bladers, locking the door behind them. 'A couple of more days and the Bladebreakers will be no more.'
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"We have moved him to a private sector. This wing is empty of any other patients and only our top personnel have access to it. All his belongings have been brought here too," the doctor said as they walked down the long hall. "We think that perhaps the noise of people overwhelms him, making him retreat into an unconscious state to escape it. Of course, there are other reasons."
"I was told that he has awoken two times," Mr. Dickenson said, cane tapping on the tiles as they walked.
"Yes. The nurse who watches over him reported that he came out of this rare coma on two separate occasions."
"Did he say anything?" Judy asked from where she walked next to Mr. Dickenson.
"Nothing. He remained awake for less than a minute both times. However, she did say that he looked around the room, as if he was looking for something."
"Most likely his team mates. Have any of them recovered yet?"
"Spencer is still undergoing daily surgery and, despite the rarity of it, Ian's head wound is giving him problems; a belated reaction to the injury. The cat-scans will hopefully clear things up. Bryan has recovered from his leg operation but is still too weak from lack of food and water."
Automatic doors swung open, permitting them into another long hall. This entire area had been evacuated by the BBA's authority. The halls were silent with the exception of the security guards that patroled them.
"Have you contacted the Bladebreakers?" Judy asked after some minutes.
"Yes. I got Max on the phone. Poor little guy. I just feel so awful. I've never seen them like this before. Nothing has ever brought them down so badly."
"I dig ya. Tyson hasn't ordered room service for the entire week. Little dude is down and out," Mr. Granger said, hands folded thoughtfully as he walked. "Bruce went down to meet them and took Kenny with him. Even that dude's laptop has quit her slanging--"
A sudden and loud *THUD* cut him off and the group stopped in their tracks. Nothing else stirred in the hall but they had all heard it, loud and clear.
"What was that?" Judy asked, eyes searching but finding nothing.
Again, a loud *THUD*, like something smashing against a wall or something. This time it was followed by a scraping sound. Still, the hall they were in remained empty.
That is, until rapid clicks of high-heeled shoes sounded loudly through the hall as a nurse came hurrying towards them, almost tripping over her own feet as she came to a sudden halt before them.
"*pant* Doctor!...He...*pant**pant* he...w-woke up...*gasp*...again!"
"Jemima, calm yourself!" the doctor advised but she shook her head.
"Sir, *pant*...spoke...*pant*...something -orgue!"
Judy stepped forward, placing both hands on the woman's shoulder.
"Take a deep breath. You're not making any sense."
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to calm down enough to say, "He w-woke up! Tala woke up!"
"Alright then, and what did he say?" Judy asked soothingly though inside she felt just as excited.
"It was but a whisper and I didn't catch it fully, but it sounded like 'Orgue'."
"'Orgue'?" she blinked to the men but they were just as stumped. "Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"It was muttered and that was but the last part, but I'm sure I heard tha-- "
Her calm didn't last long as a terrible *CRASH* sounded. More *THUMPS* and *THUDS* followed. Two security guards who had heard the commotion ran in, guns aimed and ready.
"What's going on here?"
Now that they were looking in that direction, Judy's eyes caught the slight tremble of the metallic door a few doors behind them as another heavy *THUD* was made. Whatever it was, it was coming from that room.
"Over there," she pointed.
The metal door groaned as it was forced to endure the pounding. The bolts that held it in place started to loosen and fell with loud clicks to the floor. A large dent appeared in the smooth surface as something slammed into it again.
"Stand back!" the guard shouted, taking aim, as did his partner.
Whatever was causing the havoc grew more and more desperate and the door started to bend and groan beneath the assault. More bolts loosened.
From where she stood with the others' Judy tried to keep her mind on the situation but for some reason the nurse's words kept coming back to her.
'Orgue? What about it?'
"Delta 34, this is officer Velps! Immediate assistance is needed in sector 7. Repeat, immediate assistance!" the guard spoke loudly into his radio, eyes trained on the door in apprehension.
"What the hell is in there?" his partner asked the doctor who was shaking.
"N-Nothing. This area is used as s-storage rooms, b-but that room is empty. Though, we have placed-- Oh heavens!" he gasped when a thump almost busted the door off its hinges. His eyes only widened when a long tear was ripped into the surface from the inside.
"What else did he say?" Judy suddenly turned to the nurse.
"Huh?" the nurse, gripping Mr. Granger's shirt in complete fear, asked stupidly.
"Tala. What else did he say besides 'orgue'?"
"What does that have to do with anything?!" the doctor asked in utter panic.
"What did he say! What was the first part! You have to remember!" Judy forced.
"I....I-I don't know! Something...something l-l-like...wool?"
Everything fell into place, completing the puzzle that formed a frightening picture.
"Oh no," Judy gasped. She met the men's questioning stares though it took her a while to form the sentence.
"It's Wolborg..."
As if that was the creature had been waiting for, the metal door was blasted out of its frame, almost crushing the two guards as they ducked out of the way. A loud *CLAP* resounded as it collided with the opposite door.
One of the guards had dropped his gun when he had fallen and scrambled to pick it up. Before he could, however, two large, clawed paws came to stand on either side of the weapon, the huge claws digging into the tiled floors, causing long cracks to spread like spider webs.
Raising wide eyes, the guard stared horrified up into twin orbs filled with carnal rage. Dagger-like teeth snapped wetly as a tongue ran over them. With a deep growl, they suddenly swooped down and snapped shut.
Behind Judy the nurse shrieked in horror as the guard's limp body was thrown aside like a rag doll. Flattened ears perked at the sound and the rampaging bit beast turned its pointed head to where the two women stood, unable to escape. The glowing-white eyes narrowed to slits and hunching its massive shoulders for a second, the beast pounced.
"No!!"
She managed to shove the petrified nurse out of the way but Judy was unable to evade the lunging wolf. She gasped as she hit the floor, the wolf's weight pinning her as its claws dug into her skin. She didn't even have time to scream for help before the jaws clamped down once more.
tbc..............
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Read & Review, please.
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one.
Warnings: see chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. 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.
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"Lord Voltaire!" she gasped. "You...You're back early."
"The meeting has been postponed," he said briskly, daring her to ask anything else.
"Yes, sir. I just brought Kai some food."
The boy's name seemed to remind the man of something and he merely brushed past her and opened the door. She followed, not really knowing why as she was powerless to stop him should he try anything.
"What the...!"
Dranzer rose, wings spread and flaming and head lowered, molten eyes glowering at the man as she stood before her young master, who had jolted awake when the door had been open with force.
"Where did *that* come from?" he growled, turning to Margaret and painfully grabbing her slender wrist, as if blaming her.
Kai watched as the elder man sized up the woman and his concern overturned his conscience as he ducked beneath Dranzer's wing, standing with fists balled.
"Don't touch her!"
Both adults turned surprised eyes on him, though Voltaire's quickly turned to something between lust and amusement. Releasing the wrist and shoving the woman down, he made his way over to where the bluenette stood, bare chest and vulnerable.
"You look so lovely when you get angry."
Kai only felt the whoosh of warm air but Voltaire had to jump aside, with reflexes that were rather impressive considering his age, as a flame of warning cut through the air. Dranzer, now somewhat bigger to protect him better, cawed protectively as she once again placed herself between him and the man.
"Call that thing back, boy," Voltaire growled, "before I get rid of it myself."
As if daring the man to back up his words, Dranzer spat out another flame. An elongated tail feather wove itself around Kai's waist in protective possessiveness. Also, she continued to force the man away from Margaret, who took the hint and moved to stand behind the fire bird.
Not having expected finding the phoenix here and on the offence, Voltaire sneered but backed off, moving towards the door though his eyes bore into Kai's. He had come with the intention of taking the teen and this unforeseen obstacle really pissed him off.
"Don't start feeling safe, boy. I have ways of getting what I want and I will have you. This is just a temporary delay. Enjoy your time with that bird for she won't be around for much longer." He turned to Margaret. "Prepare my meal. And don't even think of poisoning it because you are going to taste it before my very eyes."
Again he turned to Kai, his desire evident with such lust that the bluenette couldn't keep eye contact and looked.
The door slammed shut behind the senior Hiwatari as he exited, leaving the three behind.
Margaret took a shuddering breath but forced calm for the teen's sake. She could tell that Kai was being brave but his eyes were unsure and every now and then a flash of fear ran in them. Still, they turned on her with concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked, gently trying to remove Dranzer's tail but the phoenix wasn't letting go, adding another to hold him more securely. He would have rebuked her if it hadn't been for the light of extreme concern in her stare that burned brighter than her feathers.
"Just a small bruise perhaps later," Margaret said softly. "I...I was so sure that he'd be gone all day. I'm sorry, Kai."
"It's not your fault." He had to sit down as the sudden movements of earlier caught up with him and he felt somewhat light headed. "Be careful around him. There's no telling what he'll do."
"I'm more concerned about you," she admitted, easing him to lie back down. "He keeps to his words, Kai. We both know that. He takes what he wants and..." she faltered, unable to say it.
"He wants me," Kai filled in, stroking Dranzer's head where it laid on his lap as the phoenix cuddled up against him. "He'll hurt you to get to me. And Dranzer can't stay out of her blade for much longer." A squawk of disagreement came but he ignored it. "Look, Margaret, don't get yourself more involved in this than you already are."
"Well, I can't just stand back and let him continue to do this to you!" she gasped, shocked at what he was implying.
"He will do what he wants to me anyways. At least this way only I will get hurt."
"That's one person too many," she continued to argue, Dranzer's chirps backing her up.
"He can kill you, Margaret! Just like he killed Melcov! Just like he killed Salia! They haf served him for decades but that didn't matter to him as he pulled the trigger and shot them both dead when they tried to help me! I don't want that to happen to you!"
"Your team mates and friends must be looking for you. Policemen are no doubt searching every inch of Moscow to find you. If I can just get to them- -"
"They won't find us here. No one ever has. Moscow is ten hours away. All phone lines in this place are monitored. And Voltaire isn't going to allow you to leave. There's no way we can contact anyone. No one even knows this place exists. Only those who used to work or live here and they are all dead or have disappeared."
The bluenette's words were painful in their truthfulness and she sighed, burying her head in her palms. A cool hand touched her shoulder and she raised her head to meet his eyes.
"There's nothing you can do, Margaret, except protect yourself."
Unable to resist, she pulled him into a hug, closing her eyes in relief when he returned it.
"I had promised your mother that I would look out for you. Please understand that I won't break that promise."
Closing his own eye, Kai said nothing.
Dranzer watched the exchange silently, tucking her tail beneath her before Kai could see the tips which were slowly starting to burn out as her energy started to dwindle. Her instincts were warning her to return to her blade soon but she ignored them.
All that ever mattered to her was her bluenette. Her blader. Her friend.
Everything else, including her life, was irrelevant.
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Ray sat with legs folded beneath him in the large chair, his book on his lap though his eyes didn't pick up one word. In fact, he was still on the page he had been the day of the ceremony and he had forgotten everything that had happened before in the book.
Seven days had gone by; seven long days. Not one lead on the investigation whatsoever. The police were stumped and the BBA's own law-enforcement was at a loss. It was as if Kai had disappeared from the face of the earth. No one had seen or heard from him for a week. And, despite his many companies and hundreds of business partners, personnel and clients, Voltaire was as elusive as ever. The man had many homes and hide-outs all over the world and some they feared were extremely remote and well hidden.
Soft footsteps brought Tyson into the room, the navy-haired boy plopping down on the couch. None of them had gotten much sleep and even Tyson had dark rings beneath his eyes. Kai's disappearance had had a great impact on the Dragoon blader. His food intake was way below average and he had actually lost a couple of pounds in the one week.
"I thought you said you wanted to go practice," Ray said softly, needing some sound before he went completely insane.
"Huh? Oh, sorry Ray, didn't see you there," Tyson admitted with a small smile. Sighing, he allowed his head to fall back against the couch. "I tried to practice, but I can't. It's just too... different. I can't focus anymore, on anything."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ray agreed, looking down at his neglected book before closing it and placing it on the table next to him.
"I never realized....," Tyson said after a few more moments of silence, "I never realized how lucky we were having him around. Nothing feels the same. I don't think it will ever be the same." A few more seconds passed. "I miss him, Ray. I miss him a lot. I miss him yelling at us. I miss him training us like dogs. I just miss having him with us."
"We all do," Ray said. Every morning he would wake up expecting to see the sleeping bluenette nearby and that it had all been just a really bad dream.
Tyson made a small sound of frustration and stood up, pacing as he spoke.
"Man, if I could just take back all the things I said about him in the past. All the names I called him. I never stopped to think about why he was the way he was. So distant and reserved. And then I talked trash about Tala and the others..."
Both boy's attention were directed to the stairs as Max came down, pulling on a jacket. The broad smile had disappeared for several days and the blue eyes had long lost their sparkle. The blond hair looked more tousled than ever and the boy looked simply miserable.
"Kenny called from the hospital," he informed, his voice almost unrecognizable in its melancholy tone. "Mr. Dickenson is sending a cab over to bring us there. He wants to talk to us about something."
"Did he say anything about Tala or the others?" Tyson asked, getting his coat.
The blond simply shook his head and walked off towards the door. Tyson shared a concerned look with Ray before following him.
'This can't go on much longer,' Ray thought to himself, shrugging on his coat and following the two younger bladers, locking the door behind them. 'A couple of more days and the Bladebreakers will be no more.'
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"We have moved him to a private sector. This wing is empty of any other patients and only our top personnel have access to it. All his belongings have been brought here too," the doctor said as they walked down the long hall. "We think that perhaps the noise of people overwhelms him, making him retreat into an unconscious state to escape it. Of course, there are other reasons."
"I was told that he has awoken two times," Mr. Dickenson said, cane tapping on the tiles as they walked.
"Yes. The nurse who watches over him reported that he came out of this rare coma on two separate occasions."
"Did he say anything?" Judy asked from where she walked next to Mr. Dickenson.
"Nothing. He remained awake for less than a minute both times. However, she did say that he looked around the room, as if he was looking for something."
"Most likely his team mates. Have any of them recovered yet?"
"Spencer is still undergoing daily surgery and, despite the rarity of it, Ian's head wound is giving him problems; a belated reaction to the injury. The cat-scans will hopefully clear things up. Bryan has recovered from his leg operation but is still too weak from lack of food and water."
Automatic doors swung open, permitting them into another long hall. This entire area had been evacuated by the BBA's authority. The halls were silent with the exception of the security guards that patroled them.
"Have you contacted the Bladebreakers?" Judy asked after some minutes.
"Yes. I got Max on the phone. Poor little guy. I just feel so awful. I've never seen them like this before. Nothing has ever brought them down so badly."
"I dig ya. Tyson hasn't ordered room service for the entire week. Little dude is down and out," Mr. Granger said, hands folded thoughtfully as he walked. "Bruce went down to meet them and took Kenny with him. Even that dude's laptop has quit her slanging--"
A sudden and loud *THUD* cut him off and the group stopped in their tracks. Nothing else stirred in the hall but they had all heard it, loud and clear.
"What was that?" Judy asked, eyes searching but finding nothing.
Again, a loud *THUD*, like something smashing against a wall or something. This time it was followed by a scraping sound. Still, the hall they were in remained empty.
That is, until rapid clicks of high-heeled shoes sounded loudly through the hall as a nurse came hurrying towards them, almost tripping over her own feet as she came to a sudden halt before them.
"*pant* Doctor!...He...*pant**pant* he...w-woke up...*gasp*...again!"
"Jemima, calm yourself!" the doctor advised but she shook her head.
"Sir, *pant*...spoke...*pant*...something -orgue!"
Judy stepped forward, placing both hands on the woman's shoulder.
"Take a deep breath. You're not making any sense."
Inhaling deeply, she forced herself to calm down enough to say, "He w-woke up! Tala woke up!"
"Alright then, and what did he say?" Judy asked soothingly though inside she felt just as excited.
"It was but a whisper and I didn't catch it fully, but it sounded like 'Orgue'."
"'Orgue'?" she blinked to the men but they were just as stumped. "Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"It was muttered and that was but the last part, but I'm sure I heard tha-- "
Her calm didn't last long as a terrible *CRASH* sounded. More *THUMPS* and *THUDS* followed. Two security guards who had heard the commotion ran in, guns aimed and ready.
"What's going on here?"
Now that they were looking in that direction, Judy's eyes caught the slight tremble of the metallic door a few doors behind them as another heavy *THUD* was made. Whatever it was, it was coming from that room.
"Over there," she pointed.
The metal door groaned as it was forced to endure the pounding. The bolts that held it in place started to loosen and fell with loud clicks to the floor. A large dent appeared in the smooth surface as something slammed into it again.
"Stand back!" the guard shouted, taking aim, as did his partner.
Whatever was causing the havoc grew more and more desperate and the door started to bend and groan beneath the assault. More bolts loosened.
From where she stood with the others' Judy tried to keep her mind on the situation but for some reason the nurse's words kept coming back to her.
'Orgue? What about it?'
"Delta 34, this is officer Velps! Immediate assistance is needed in sector 7. Repeat, immediate assistance!" the guard spoke loudly into his radio, eyes trained on the door in apprehension.
"What the hell is in there?" his partner asked the doctor who was shaking.
"N-Nothing. This area is used as s-storage rooms, b-but that room is empty. Though, we have placed-- Oh heavens!" he gasped when a thump almost busted the door off its hinges. His eyes only widened when a long tear was ripped into the surface from the inside.
"What else did he say?" Judy suddenly turned to the nurse.
"Huh?" the nurse, gripping Mr. Granger's shirt in complete fear, asked stupidly.
"Tala. What else did he say besides 'orgue'?"
"What does that have to do with anything?!" the doctor asked in utter panic.
"What did he say! What was the first part! You have to remember!" Judy forced.
"I....I-I don't know! Something...something l-l-like...wool?"
Everything fell into place, completing the puzzle that formed a frightening picture.
"Oh no," Judy gasped. She met the men's questioning stares though it took her a while to form the sentence.
"It's Wolborg..."
As if that was the creature had been waiting for, the metal door was blasted out of its frame, almost crushing the two guards as they ducked out of the way. A loud *CLAP* resounded as it collided with the opposite door.
One of the guards had dropped his gun when he had fallen and scrambled to pick it up. Before he could, however, two large, clawed paws came to stand on either side of the weapon, the huge claws digging into the tiled floors, causing long cracks to spread like spider webs.
Raising wide eyes, the guard stared horrified up into twin orbs filled with carnal rage. Dagger-like teeth snapped wetly as a tongue ran over them. With a deep growl, they suddenly swooped down and snapped shut.
Behind Judy the nurse shrieked in horror as the guard's limp body was thrown aside like a rag doll. Flattened ears perked at the sound and the rampaging bit beast turned its pointed head to where the two women stood, unable to escape. The glowing-white eyes narrowed to slits and hunching its massive shoulders for a second, the beast pounced.
"No!!"
She managed to shove the petrified nurse out of the way but Judy was unable to evade the lunging wolf. She gasped as she hit the floor, the wolf's weight pinning her as its claws dug into her skin. She didn't even have time to scream for help before the jaws clamped down once more.
tbc..............
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