Emptiness
By: Black Dranzer
".." speaking and or other language translations (not jap tho)
.. speaking and thinking of non-human beings
---------- Scene Change ----------
--flashback sequences--
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I only own any of the characters that you haven't seen in the original Beyblade series.
A/N: Sorry for the very late update (two months) --U I've been out of inspiration lately, but I'm glad that some of my old reviewers have returned. I will try updating more often now and I hope that you readers will continue to put up with me and submit more reviews as they are basically what my story lives on. In other words, no reviews, story dies. That was not a threat in any way to end my story as I am sure I have a few faithful reviewers among you readers, I am just implying that I really enjoy reading reviews and hope to get more. So please RR and enjoy.
In the last chapter of Emptiness:
((With a set face, Tala stood away from the tree he was leaning on and stood up straight. His red hair flew in short strands around his face in the soft, cold breeze.
"In order to conquer that power, the strength of hatred, I must continue hating," he thought, "And I don't intend to let anything get in my way,"))
(("A test run?"
"Yes, we have two lab rats waiting in the dungeons, they would be perfect for her feast,"))
(("I cannot tell exactly, as I didn't exactly beybattle her," Kai replied carefully, "But from what I can guess, I'd say she matches power with Tala,"
Tyson gulped, "One Tala's enough to handle," he moaned, "How are we going to deal with two?"))
(("Black Dranzer?" Johnny asked, "Isn't that beyblade Kai used to steal the others' bit beasts?"
Kyle's eyes hardened, "It's stealing bit beasts now? Hn, that's way too tame for it. It has done worse when Boris used it,"
"Boris beybladed?!" the exclamation popped out of Johnny's mouth.
"Did I not tell you? He was part of our beyblading team." Kyle laughed, though bitterness gripped at every word.
"Your?"
"Yes," Kyle replied, eyes closed, "The team, I, Anna, Yuri and Boris created,"))
(("The trigger moved so quickly," Bryan said, ignoring Tala as he gave another frightening laugh, "Then, everywhere, there was red. You saw it too didn't you?"
Not liking where this was going, Tala turned to go, but the movement brought a sudden change to Bryan's actions.
He almost pleaded as he grabbed Tala's ankle again, "Don't let him take Dimitri," he said.
"Stop saying that name!" Tala shouted, kicking Bryan's hand off as he stormed out.))
Chapter Forty: Prey
---Flashback---
"D-don't come any nearer!" a boy shouted as a large shadow poured over him.
The shadow gave a laugh, "Don't joke around with me boy," it lifted the boy off the floor and leaned closely, whispering, "Tell me where Dimitri is,"
"No!" the boy shouted back, desperately slapping at the figure's arms, trying to release himself, "'That man' said you'll kill him, I won't let you!"
"That man?" the figure bellowed with rage, scaring the boy in his grasp as he shook him, "Forget him! Tell me where he's hiding Dimitri!"
"N-no," the boy replied, tears of fear rolling down his face.
The man scowled and threw the boy to the ground, "I'll give you one, last, chance," he yelled at the boy, giving him a harsh kick in the stomach, "Tell. Me. Where. Your. Brother. Is!"
"I c-can't," the boy finally stuttered, squirming at the pain in his stomach, "I c-can't l-let you g-get to h-him!"
The man slammed the boy against the uneven wall, making him cringe. With a giant hand around the boy's neck, the man growled, "You'll regret that, boy,"
The boy struggled against the man's iron-like grip, but failed over and over again, and then suddenly, another entered the scene.
"Stop father!" he said as he ran up to the man, "Don't hurt brother like this,"
The man dropped the squriming boy and walked over to the newcomer. He grabbed his red hair, ignoring the feeble wince; "I've been looking all over for you Dimitri, where have you been?"
The boy named Dimitri tried to stop himself from crying out as the man grasped his arm roughly and pulled him along, "You are worth a pretty penny, I won't let you get away again,"
"Stop!" the first boy shouted as he tried to separate the man and his brother, but the man just smirked and slapped him away.
"You're not worth half as much as your brother," the man said, "So you can just go back to 'that man' and cry your eyes out,"
The boy gazed up at the man with a hateful look and took out something from the insides of his pockets.
"What are you doing now?" the man started to mock, but stopped dead as he saw what was in the boy's hands. It was a small gun, not a toy gun, but a real, fully loaded handgun.
"Let Dimitri go!" the boy shouted, pointing the gun at the man's head.
Dimitri looked at his brother in shock, "Don't," he said weakly as the fist around his arm was slowing his blood flow.
"Listen to your brother boy," his father said slowly as he started to reach for the gun, "Now just give me the gun and.."
A bullet whistled past the man's face, leaving a fresh line of blood against where the bullet had cut. The man's complexion paled and he froze. This boy knew how to use a gun. And his aim was dead straight.
The first boy, panting as the gun's smoke cleared said firmly and threateningly, "Let Dimitri go,"
"Alright, alright," the man said, slowly letting go of Dimitri's hand, "Just don't play around with that thing,"
The boy slowly lowered the gun as Dimitri walked towards him, he put a protective arm around his little brother and whispered, "It's alright, and I won't let him get you,"
Dimitri nodded and hid behind his older brother for protection. The boy looked up and glared at his father.
"Leave us alone," he said, "Don't come near us again!"
But the man had disappeared. The boy looked around frantically and spotted too late as the man reappeared behind them. With a scream, Dimitri was knocked to the floor by one of the man's massive fists.
The first boy's mouth widened and tears streamed out of his eyes as his younger brother fell to the floor, blood trickling out of his mouth.
"DIMITRI!!!" he yelled as he tried to run to his brother's side, but the man blocked the way with the red-head in his clutches.
The first boy prepared to raise the gun again, but the man shook his head, "Put that down boy, or I'll kill him right here and now. Forget the cash. It doesn't matter to those stupid scientists if he's alive or dead when I bring him in. Even if I'll only get half the offered amount,"
The boy seemed to consider his choices and finally lowered the gun to the floor.
"Don't harm him," he said as he backed away from the weapon reluctantly.
"That's a good boy," the man mocked, "just like your mother,"
The boy's eyes widened, "Like mother?"
In the boy's moment of weakness, the man grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at him.
"Foolish boy," the man laughed, "Yes, you are like your mother." He started to pull the trigger, "And you'll die like her,"
A gunshot was heard, and a scream followed.
The boy panted, having only dodged out of the way of the bullet a millisecond before it embedded itself into the side of his waist instead of his heart.
"You," the boy growled, a pure loathsome tone inhabiting his voice as he clutched at his wound.
"Yes, me," the man replied, only half-surprised the boy wasn't unconscious already, "I killed your mother, she was already dying anyway, I just ended her pain earlier. You should thank me,"
The boy shook as the anger boiled inside of him, "How could you?" he shouted, spitting blood onto the floor.
The man raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to try and attack me?" he mocked, flipping Dimitri onto his shoulder like a package.
The boy just stood there and whispered to himself. The man gave a final laugh before he twirled the gun in his hands and turned to go.
That was a fatal mistake.
With astonishing speed, the injured boy ran to face the man, despite his evident lack of weapons, and faced him briefly before jumping up and kicking his father full in the face before the gun could be raised against him. The man fell back onto the ground with a surprised yell, dropping both Dimitri and the weapon.
In another flash, the boy had rushed to Dimitri's side, trying to wake him up.
"Dimitri," he whispered, "Get up!" But the boy just lay limp in his arms, with a line of blood down his cheek.
"Give that boy to me!" the man started and dove for the boys, but the older brother jumped aside with Dimitri in a protective grip and picked up the gun the man had dropped.
Without a look of regret, the boy aimed the weapon at his father's heart, "This is for mother," he said before he let the bullet fly.
The man's blood splattered all over the place as his gigantic frame fell to the floor in a puddle of his own blood, some landing on the boy's face.
The warm liquid slid from the various places it has landed on and the boy stared at his immobile father. He lifted a hand and felt the blood that had landed on his cheek. It had mixed with his own blood, dripping out of his mouth.
"I-I killed him," he said. Then, he started to sob, clenching his brother's shirt, "Dimitri," he repeated over and over again. Then, the sobs turned to a trail of painful laughter. Slowly, the laughs filled the dark alley and echoed over the dusty walls.
A sudden light interrupted him, blinding in his eyes, revealing his lavender hair, tainted with sticky red liquid.
The boy lifted a hand to shield his pale eyes against the luminosity, "Who's there?" He started to pull Dimitri closer to him, afraid that someone else was there to take away his brother.
"Do not worry," a man's voice said as he walked over to the boy and his brother, "I'm here to help,"
The boy looked up to see 'that man' and slowly nodded, "Help Dimitri," he said, pointing to his unconscious brother, "You have to help Dimitri," With that last weak request, the boy fell down, fainted from the bullet embedded within him.
"Of course," the man said, wiping a drip of blood from the boy's face and lifting the boy up, "Bryan,"
---End Flashback---
Bryan woke up with a scream. He frantically searched around him for something to hold onto and finally ended up grabbing the foot of his bed. He panted heavily as his dream came back to him.
Without warning, a hand grabbed him and lifted him up.
Bryan was about to strike at the person, but another pair of hands held his fist back. He started to struggle, remembering the man in his dream, but one of the people holding him spoke up.
"Get a hold of yourself Bryan,"
Bryan stopped, recognizing the sound.
"What are you thinking? Your scream could've shaken up the whole abbey!" Ian's irritated voice drifted to his ear.
Bryan did not reply, he just pulled himself free of his roommates' now loose grips and dropped to the floor.
"I never wanted to ever see that again," he said to himself, his hand clasping the permanent wound in his side, "to see the red, all the red,"
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"Your team?" Johnny exclaimed, not believing what Kyle was saying, "But..how?"
"Hard to believe?" Kyle laughed, "But it's all true. We were the best friends in the world when we were young,"
Johnny was speechless. He could never imagine Boris as a part of any team, not to mention a 'friend' to anyone.
"I'll take your silence as shock," Kyle smirked.
"You try having all these facts thrown at you for the first time," Johnny replied.
Kyle shrugged, "But that's all behind us," he sighed, "By the time we found out he's left us, it was too late,"
"Too late?" a voice suddenly laughed as the door opened, "Don't be foolish. It was never too late until you gave up,"
Kyle widened his eyes and stared at the visitor, "Boris," he growled.
"Still regretting what you've done?" Boris laughed as he stood over Kyle.
"Funny," Kyle retorted, "That's what I was going to ask you."
Boris just kept a calm face and turned away, "I'm not here to talk with you today," he said as his gaze landed upon Johnny.
"Leave him alone!" Kyle said from the other cell, seeing Boris' smirk.
"Oh but come now," Boris laughed, turning to Kyle, "My little bird needs to feed and this boy is the perfect meal,"
Kyle gasped, "Little bird? You mean..?" He trailed off, seeing Boris' mocking face.
"Yes, my Black Dranzer,"
At that, Kyle jumped up from in his cell and struggled against the chains holding him, "He's innocent! Don't let that monster 'eat' him!"
"Monster?" Boris asked, "It's not a monster, at least not yet. It will need to feed before its spiritual power raises enough to consume its host's body."
Kyle's face blanched every second, "Its host? But anyone who is not strong enough to contain it will be mentally damaged. Who has the power to..No..not her, Boris you.."
Boris laughed, "Yes, she was the perfect fit, shall I say, for Black Dranzer. She has the mental capabilities, the spiritual capabilities, and of course, the physical capabilities I have given her,"
"Anna had expected you to treat her well!" Kyle yelled, "How could you just turn back on that promise!?"
Boris turned away with a frown and motioned for an abbey worker to open Johnny's cell.
The boy tried to break free of the men's grasp, but was forced into submission.
"What are you trying to do?" Johnny asked as he glared at Boris, "And what the hell is the 'feast'?"
"You will find out soon enough," Boris replied, leading the abbey workers past Kyle's cell, "Though by the time you do, it will be the last mystery you solve,"
"Boris!" Kyle shouted as the man laughed and walked out of the dungeon.
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Boredom quickly greeted Kazuki as her beyblade ran along the walls, tearing its opponents apart. She had been repeatedly collecting and launching Zenborg for half an hour, trying to get the dream she had earlier out of her head. But it didn't seem to be working as she impatiently smacked the wall with a fist.
What is wrong now Kazuki? she heard Black Dranzer ask.
"Nothing," she mumbled under her breath. Then, deciding that she had had enough of training for the time being, she signaled for Zenborg to return.
Swiping her beyblade in midair, Kazuki turned and left, slamming the training room door behind her. She seemed to be in a very bad mood, though she didn't understand why. Maybe it was because of the dream. She couldn't get the disturbingly red eyes that the black bird had, nor could she forget the fact that Boris was in it.
She bit her lip. How could she have just created a dream out of thin air that felt so real? Well, sure her nightmares before seemed real, but those were actual memories. Her deep thoughts lead her to suddenly bump into someone, sending them falling back onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going," she growled. She almost walked past the person without looking at them, but she noticed out of the corner of her eye that it was one of the younger recruits. The little boy looked fearfully at her, then turned and ran off.
Kazuki stared at the boy's retreating form and abruptly realized something.
"Alexander,"
Alexander? Black Dranzer asked.
Kazuki gasped in surprise, "I can't believe I've forgotten about Alexander!" She then ran down the hall towards where she knew her brother was locked up.
All the while, she criticized her self, "How could I have let him slip my mind? I must have been concentrating on revenge for too long." She slowed down to a walk as she reached the doors Boris had lead her through a few weeks ago. She stopped at a corner and hid herself before checking to see if there was a guard. A sigh of relief escaped her as she saw the door unguarded. Pushing it open, she entered the cold stairwell towards the underground dungeons.
Kazuki, are you sure you're authorized to be down here? Black Dranzer asked from within.
Kazuki didn't reply and kept walking.
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Silvery eyes wandered detestably around its cell. It was almost completely dark except for a dying torch lit outside the door that managed to pass the steel bars. Silence rang as loud as thunder in his ears. He hated everything there is to the place.
Tired of letting his sight wander his featureless surroundings, Alexander lay down on the cold, uneven floor, almost wincing as a loose rock dug into his back. But it was better than sitting on a chair all day long. Pulling his arms over his shoulder, he stretched his aching muscles. In the process, he felt something soft against his hands. He grabbed the object and thrust it against the wall, satisfied as cotton tore out of the stuffed animal whilst it slid down to the pavement.
"What a pathetic thing," he thought, glaring at it, "just another item father uses to mock us of our lack of childhood."
Closing his eyes tightly, he knitted his brows in a frown and his thin, dried lips turned down in the corners. Even if he tried to shut everything in the world out at the moment, he couldn't forget, nor forgive himself for telling, the lie that he had woven in his own sister's mind.
Boris loved playing mind games, to anyone and anything, no matter the consequences. He wished he had the courage to disobey, but once the thing you fear is really in front of you, that's when your bravery falters. But even if he did risk disobedience, he couldn't let Boris carry out his potential threats to 'short-circuit' Kazuki. He shivered at the thought, having had Boris explain the process of inserting electricity-generating chips inside of Kazuki when she was in the lab just a few weeks ago.
"If I could only give her a hint," he thought, "but I doubt father will let her see me for a second time,"
His fist tightened as he remembered the real occurrences the day Kai had turned down BIOVOLT and returned to the Bladebreakers, noting for the fifth hundred time that it was almost the exact opposite of what he had told Kazuki. But before he could finish his recollection, there was a loud crash outside his cell door.
He immediately straightened himself and glanced through the bars to see whatever was causing the commotion. Through the dim beam of light supplied by the torches, he spotted a wave of smoke coming from the entrance to the dungeons.
"Someone's broken in," he realized, "But..who?"
Soft footsteps made their way closer and closer to where Alexander stood. Then, without warning, the iron door was knocked off its hinges, a large dent embedded in its center. The force of the blast threw the boy off his feet and he had to catch himself before his back was forced against the jagged wall.
Silence rang for a few moments as Alexander did his best to hide in the shadows where the soft light did not reach, in case the intruder was an enemy.
"Alexander?" the name was spoken softly and caught him off guard, but he recognized it immediately.
There was a pause before, "K-kazuki?"
The girl sighed in relief and knelt beside him, "I'm sorry I haven't been here to visit often, I've been training. I'll get revenge for you, I promise, and I'll get you out-"
"No! Kazuki, please stop!" Alexander started to frantically say, taking his sister by shock, "Stop trying to get revenge! It's not worth it!"
"What are you talking about?" Kazuki asked, angrily, "Even if I put aside the fact that Kai caused you to be locked up," she clenched her fists and struck the ground, "I can't ignore the fact that he killed mother,"
Black Dranzer watched on, with a worried glance, That boy seems to know something he shouldn't. He better not talk..
"Kazuki.." Alexander started, "Father hasn't been telling you the complete truth.."
Kazuki stopped and looked at the boy, "What? What do you mean?"
Another word, just another word and I'll take action, Black Dranzer thought, glaring invisibly at the boy.
Before Alexander could open his mouth again, the echo of heavy footsteps interrupted their conversation.
"Yes Alexander," a cold, smooth voice sounded at the door, "What do you mean?"
The boy's eyes widened and he backed away to the wall, away from the figure.
Fear struck Kazuki as she turned to see Boris standing there.
"Kazuki," Boris said with a calm sneer, "I won't question why you are here, nor why you have demolished the dungeon doors, but only if you leave with me..now," An emphasis laid on the last word, clearly meaning it as a command.
The girl looked between the man and Alexander before giving the boy a quick farewell and walking out the door, "Don't try to help Kai, he's not worth it either,"
After she was gone, Alexander sneaked a peek at the doorway and froze to see Boris still there.
"We do need to get you another room," the man mocked, "this one seems too small for you,"
The boy could only glare daggers as the man came closer to him and lent beside his ear, "If I hear one more word out of you," the voice turned ice cold, "Then you will see your mother much sooner than you plan,"
Boris turned and left, ignoring cold tears that had splashed to the ground as the boy sat speechless on the freezing cell floor.
--To be continued
A/N: I've changed the scene dividers to ---------- because my keyboard is malfunctioning and won't make the other symbol --U
By: Black Dranzer
".." speaking and or other language translations (not jap tho)
.. speaking and thinking of non-human beings
---------- Scene Change ----------
--flashback sequences--
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I only own any of the characters that you haven't seen in the original Beyblade series.
A/N: Sorry for the very late update (two months) --U I've been out of inspiration lately, but I'm glad that some of my old reviewers have returned. I will try updating more often now and I hope that you readers will continue to put up with me and submit more reviews as they are basically what my story lives on. In other words, no reviews, story dies. That was not a threat in any way to end my story as I am sure I have a few faithful reviewers among you readers, I am just implying that I really enjoy reading reviews and hope to get more. So please RR and enjoy.
In the last chapter of Emptiness:
((With a set face, Tala stood away from the tree he was leaning on and stood up straight. His red hair flew in short strands around his face in the soft, cold breeze.
"In order to conquer that power, the strength of hatred, I must continue hating," he thought, "And I don't intend to let anything get in my way,"))
(("A test run?"
"Yes, we have two lab rats waiting in the dungeons, they would be perfect for her feast,"))
(("I cannot tell exactly, as I didn't exactly beybattle her," Kai replied carefully, "But from what I can guess, I'd say she matches power with Tala,"
Tyson gulped, "One Tala's enough to handle," he moaned, "How are we going to deal with two?"))
(("Black Dranzer?" Johnny asked, "Isn't that beyblade Kai used to steal the others' bit beasts?"
Kyle's eyes hardened, "It's stealing bit beasts now? Hn, that's way too tame for it. It has done worse when Boris used it,"
"Boris beybladed?!" the exclamation popped out of Johnny's mouth.
"Did I not tell you? He was part of our beyblading team." Kyle laughed, though bitterness gripped at every word.
"Your?"
"Yes," Kyle replied, eyes closed, "The team, I, Anna, Yuri and Boris created,"))
(("The trigger moved so quickly," Bryan said, ignoring Tala as he gave another frightening laugh, "Then, everywhere, there was red. You saw it too didn't you?"
Not liking where this was going, Tala turned to go, but the movement brought a sudden change to Bryan's actions.
He almost pleaded as he grabbed Tala's ankle again, "Don't let him take Dimitri," he said.
"Stop saying that name!" Tala shouted, kicking Bryan's hand off as he stormed out.))
Chapter Forty: Prey
---Flashback---
"D-don't come any nearer!" a boy shouted as a large shadow poured over him.
The shadow gave a laugh, "Don't joke around with me boy," it lifted the boy off the floor and leaned closely, whispering, "Tell me where Dimitri is,"
"No!" the boy shouted back, desperately slapping at the figure's arms, trying to release himself, "'That man' said you'll kill him, I won't let you!"
"That man?" the figure bellowed with rage, scaring the boy in his grasp as he shook him, "Forget him! Tell me where he's hiding Dimitri!"
"N-no," the boy replied, tears of fear rolling down his face.
The man scowled and threw the boy to the ground, "I'll give you one, last, chance," he yelled at the boy, giving him a harsh kick in the stomach, "Tell. Me. Where. Your. Brother. Is!"
"I c-can't," the boy finally stuttered, squirming at the pain in his stomach, "I c-can't l-let you g-get to h-him!"
The man slammed the boy against the uneven wall, making him cringe. With a giant hand around the boy's neck, the man growled, "You'll regret that, boy,"
The boy struggled against the man's iron-like grip, but failed over and over again, and then suddenly, another entered the scene.
"Stop father!" he said as he ran up to the man, "Don't hurt brother like this,"
The man dropped the squriming boy and walked over to the newcomer. He grabbed his red hair, ignoring the feeble wince; "I've been looking all over for you Dimitri, where have you been?"
The boy named Dimitri tried to stop himself from crying out as the man grasped his arm roughly and pulled him along, "You are worth a pretty penny, I won't let you get away again,"
"Stop!" the first boy shouted as he tried to separate the man and his brother, but the man just smirked and slapped him away.
"You're not worth half as much as your brother," the man said, "So you can just go back to 'that man' and cry your eyes out,"
The boy gazed up at the man with a hateful look and took out something from the insides of his pockets.
"What are you doing now?" the man started to mock, but stopped dead as he saw what was in the boy's hands. It was a small gun, not a toy gun, but a real, fully loaded handgun.
"Let Dimitri go!" the boy shouted, pointing the gun at the man's head.
Dimitri looked at his brother in shock, "Don't," he said weakly as the fist around his arm was slowing his blood flow.
"Listen to your brother boy," his father said slowly as he started to reach for the gun, "Now just give me the gun and.."
A bullet whistled past the man's face, leaving a fresh line of blood against where the bullet had cut. The man's complexion paled and he froze. This boy knew how to use a gun. And his aim was dead straight.
The first boy, panting as the gun's smoke cleared said firmly and threateningly, "Let Dimitri go,"
"Alright, alright," the man said, slowly letting go of Dimitri's hand, "Just don't play around with that thing,"
The boy slowly lowered the gun as Dimitri walked towards him, he put a protective arm around his little brother and whispered, "It's alright, and I won't let him get you,"
Dimitri nodded and hid behind his older brother for protection. The boy looked up and glared at his father.
"Leave us alone," he said, "Don't come near us again!"
But the man had disappeared. The boy looked around frantically and spotted too late as the man reappeared behind them. With a scream, Dimitri was knocked to the floor by one of the man's massive fists.
The first boy's mouth widened and tears streamed out of his eyes as his younger brother fell to the floor, blood trickling out of his mouth.
"DIMITRI!!!" he yelled as he tried to run to his brother's side, but the man blocked the way with the red-head in his clutches.
The first boy prepared to raise the gun again, but the man shook his head, "Put that down boy, or I'll kill him right here and now. Forget the cash. It doesn't matter to those stupid scientists if he's alive or dead when I bring him in. Even if I'll only get half the offered amount,"
The boy seemed to consider his choices and finally lowered the gun to the floor.
"Don't harm him," he said as he backed away from the weapon reluctantly.
"That's a good boy," the man mocked, "just like your mother,"
The boy's eyes widened, "Like mother?"
In the boy's moment of weakness, the man grabbed the gun from the floor and pointed it at him.
"Foolish boy," the man laughed, "Yes, you are like your mother." He started to pull the trigger, "And you'll die like her,"
A gunshot was heard, and a scream followed.
The boy panted, having only dodged out of the way of the bullet a millisecond before it embedded itself into the side of his waist instead of his heart.
"You," the boy growled, a pure loathsome tone inhabiting his voice as he clutched at his wound.
"Yes, me," the man replied, only half-surprised the boy wasn't unconscious already, "I killed your mother, she was already dying anyway, I just ended her pain earlier. You should thank me,"
The boy shook as the anger boiled inside of him, "How could you?" he shouted, spitting blood onto the floor.
The man raised an eyebrow, "Are you going to try and attack me?" he mocked, flipping Dimitri onto his shoulder like a package.
The boy just stood there and whispered to himself. The man gave a final laugh before he twirled the gun in his hands and turned to go.
That was a fatal mistake.
With astonishing speed, the injured boy ran to face the man, despite his evident lack of weapons, and faced him briefly before jumping up and kicking his father full in the face before the gun could be raised against him. The man fell back onto the ground with a surprised yell, dropping both Dimitri and the weapon.
In another flash, the boy had rushed to Dimitri's side, trying to wake him up.
"Dimitri," he whispered, "Get up!" But the boy just lay limp in his arms, with a line of blood down his cheek.
"Give that boy to me!" the man started and dove for the boys, but the older brother jumped aside with Dimitri in a protective grip and picked up the gun the man had dropped.
Without a look of regret, the boy aimed the weapon at his father's heart, "This is for mother," he said before he let the bullet fly.
The man's blood splattered all over the place as his gigantic frame fell to the floor in a puddle of his own blood, some landing on the boy's face.
The warm liquid slid from the various places it has landed on and the boy stared at his immobile father. He lifted a hand and felt the blood that had landed on his cheek. It had mixed with his own blood, dripping out of his mouth.
"I-I killed him," he said. Then, he started to sob, clenching his brother's shirt, "Dimitri," he repeated over and over again. Then, the sobs turned to a trail of painful laughter. Slowly, the laughs filled the dark alley and echoed over the dusty walls.
A sudden light interrupted him, blinding in his eyes, revealing his lavender hair, tainted with sticky red liquid.
The boy lifted a hand to shield his pale eyes against the luminosity, "Who's there?" He started to pull Dimitri closer to him, afraid that someone else was there to take away his brother.
"Do not worry," a man's voice said as he walked over to the boy and his brother, "I'm here to help,"
The boy looked up to see 'that man' and slowly nodded, "Help Dimitri," he said, pointing to his unconscious brother, "You have to help Dimitri," With that last weak request, the boy fell down, fainted from the bullet embedded within him.
"Of course," the man said, wiping a drip of blood from the boy's face and lifting the boy up, "Bryan,"
---End Flashback---
Bryan woke up with a scream. He frantically searched around him for something to hold onto and finally ended up grabbing the foot of his bed. He panted heavily as his dream came back to him.
Without warning, a hand grabbed him and lifted him up.
Bryan was about to strike at the person, but another pair of hands held his fist back. He started to struggle, remembering the man in his dream, but one of the people holding him spoke up.
"Get a hold of yourself Bryan,"
Bryan stopped, recognizing the sound.
"What are you thinking? Your scream could've shaken up the whole abbey!" Ian's irritated voice drifted to his ear.
Bryan did not reply, he just pulled himself free of his roommates' now loose grips and dropped to the floor.
"I never wanted to ever see that again," he said to himself, his hand clasping the permanent wound in his side, "to see the red, all the red,"
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"Your team?" Johnny exclaimed, not believing what Kyle was saying, "But..how?"
"Hard to believe?" Kyle laughed, "But it's all true. We were the best friends in the world when we were young,"
Johnny was speechless. He could never imagine Boris as a part of any team, not to mention a 'friend' to anyone.
"I'll take your silence as shock," Kyle smirked.
"You try having all these facts thrown at you for the first time," Johnny replied.
Kyle shrugged, "But that's all behind us," he sighed, "By the time we found out he's left us, it was too late,"
"Too late?" a voice suddenly laughed as the door opened, "Don't be foolish. It was never too late until you gave up,"
Kyle widened his eyes and stared at the visitor, "Boris," he growled.
"Still regretting what you've done?" Boris laughed as he stood over Kyle.
"Funny," Kyle retorted, "That's what I was going to ask you."
Boris just kept a calm face and turned away, "I'm not here to talk with you today," he said as his gaze landed upon Johnny.
"Leave him alone!" Kyle said from the other cell, seeing Boris' smirk.
"Oh but come now," Boris laughed, turning to Kyle, "My little bird needs to feed and this boy is the perfect meal,"
Kyle gasped, "Little bird? You mean..?" He trailed off, seeing Boris' mocking face.
"Yes, my Black Dranzer,"
At that, Kyle jumped up from in his cell and struggled against the chains holding him, "He's innocent! Don't let that monster 'eat' him!"
"Monster?" Boris asked, "It's not a monster, at least not yet. It will need to feed before its spiritual power raises enough to consume its host's body."
Kyle's face blanched every second, "Its host? But anyone who is not strong enough to contain it will be mentally damaged. Who has the power to..No..not her, Boris you.."
Boris laughed, "Yes, she was the perfect fit, shall I say, for Black Dranzer. She has the mental capabilities, the spiritual capabilities, and of course, the physical capabilities I have given her,"
"Anna had expected you to treat her well!" Kyle yelled, "How could you just turn back on that promise!?"
Boris turned away with a frown and motioned for an abbey worker to open Johnny's cell.
The boy tried to break free of the men's grasp, but was forced into submission.
"What are you trying to do?" Johnny asked as he glared at Boris, "And what the hell is the 'feast'?"
"You will find out soon enough," Boris replied, leading the abbey workers past Kyle's cell, "Though by the time you do, it will be the last mystery you solve,"
"Boris!" Kyle shouted as the man laughed and walked out of the dungeon.
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Boredom quickly greeted Kazuki as her beyblade ran along the walls, tearing its opponents apart. She had been repeatedly collecting and launching Zenborg for half an hour, trying to get the dream she had earlier out of her head. But it didn't seem to be working as she impatiently smacked the wall with a fist.
What is wrong now Kazuki? she heard Black Dranzer ask.
"Nothing," she mumbled under her breath. Then, deciding that she had had enough of training for the time being, she signaled for Zenborg to return.
Swiping her beyblade in midair, Kazuki turned and left, slamming the training room door behind her. She seemed to be in a very bad mood, though she didn't understand why. Maybe it was because of the dream. She couldn't get the disturbingly red eyes that the black bird had, nor could she forget the fact that Boris was in it.
She bit her lip. How could she have just created a dream out of thin air that felt so real? Well, sure her nightmares before seemed real, but those were actual memories. Her deep thoughts lead her to suddenly bump into someone, sending them falling back onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going," she growled. She almost walked past the person without looking at them, but she noticed out of the corner of her eye that it was one of the younger recruits. The little boy looked fearfully at her, then turned and ran off.
Kazuki stared at the boy's retreating form and abruptly realized something.
"Alexander,"
Alexander? Black Dranzer asked.
Kazuki gasped in surprise, "I can't believe I've forgotten about Alexander!" She then ran down the hall towards where she knew her brother was locked up.
All the while, she criticized her self, "How could I have let him slip my mind? I must have been concentrating on revenge for too long." She slowed down to a walk as she reached the doors Boris had lead her through a few weeks ago. She stopped at a corner and hid herself before checking to see if there was a guard. A sigh of relief escaped her as she saw the door unguarded. Pushing it open, she entered the cold stairwell towards the underground dungeons.
Kazuki, are you sure you're authorized to be down here? Black Dranzer asked from within.
Kazuki didn't reply and kept walking.
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Silvery eyes wandered detestably around its cell. It was almost completely dark except for a dying torch lit outside the door that managed to pass the steel bars. Silence rang as loud as thunder in his ears. He hated everything there is to the place.
Tired of letting his sight wander his featureless surroundings, Alexander lay down on the cold, uneven floor, almost wincing as a loose rock dug into his back. But it was better than sitting on a chair all day long. Pulling his arms over his shoulder, he stretched his aching muscles. In the process, he felt something soft against his hands. He grabbed the object and thrust it against the wall, satisfied as cotton tore out of the stuffed animal whilst it slid down to the pavement.
"What a pathetic thing," he thought, glaring at it, "just another item father uses to mock us of our lack of childhood."
Closing his eyes tightly, he knitted his brows in a frown and his thin, dried lips turned down in the corners. Even if he tried to shut everything in the world out at the moment, he couldn't forget, nor forgive himself for telling, the lie that he had woven in his own sister's mind.
Boris loved playing mind games, to anyone and anything, no matter the consequences. He wished he had the courage to disobey, but once the thing you fear is really in front of you, that's when your bravery falters. But even if he did risk disobedience, he couldn't let Boris carry out his potential threats to 'short-circuit' Kazuki. He shivered at the thought, having had Boris explain the process of inserting electricity-generating chips inside of Kazuki when she was in the lab just a few weeks ago.
"If I could only give her a hint," he thought, "but I doubt father will let her see me for a second time,"
His fist tightened as he remembered the real occurrences the day Kai had turned down BIOVOLT and returned to the Bladebreakers, noting for the fifth hundred time that it was almost the exact opposite of what he had told Kazuki. But before he could finish his recollection, there was a loud crash outside his cell door.
He immediately straightened himself and glanced through the bars to see whatever was causing the commotion. Through the dim beam of light supplied by the torches, he spotted a wave of smoke coming from the entrance to the dungeons.
"Someone's broken in," he realized, "But..who?"
Soft footsteps made their way closer and closer to where Alexander stood. Then, without warning, the iron door was knocked off its hinges, a large dent embedded in its center. The force of the blast threw the boy off his feet and he had to catch himself before his back was forced against the jagged wall.
Silence rang for a few moments as Alexander did his best to hide in the shadows where the soft light did not reach, in case the intruder was an enemy.
"Alexander?" the name was spoken softly and caught him off guard, but he recognized it immediately.
There was a pause before, "K-kazuki?"
The girl sighed in relief and knelt beside him, "I'm sorry I haven't been here to visit often, I've been training. I'll get revenge for you, I promise, and I'll get you out-"
"No! Kazuki, please stop!" Alexander started to frantically say, taking his sister by shock, "Stop trying to get revenge! It's not worth it!"
"What are you talking about?" Kazuki asked, angrily, "Even if I put aside the fact that Kai caused you to be locked up," she clenched her fists and struck the ground, "I can't ignore the fact that he killed mother,"
Black Dranzer watched on, with a worried glance, That boy seems to know something he shouldn't. He better not talk..
"Kazuki.." Alexander started, "Father hasn't been telling you the complete truth.."
Kazuki stopped and looked at the boy, "What? What do you mean?"
Another word, just another word and I'll take action, Black Dranzer thought, glaring invisibly at the boy.
Before Alexander could open his mouth again, the echo of heavy footsteps interrupted their conversation.
"Yes Alexander," a cold, smooth voice sounded at the door, "What do you mean?"
The boy's eyes widened and he backed away to the wall, away from the figure.
Fear struck Kazuki as she turned to see Boris standing there.
"Kazuki," Boris said with a calm sneer, "I won't question why you are here, nor why you have demolished the dungeon doors, but only if you leave with me..now," An emphasis laid on the last word, clearly meaning it as a command.
The girl looked between the man and Alexander before giving the boy a quick farewell and walking out the door, "Don't try to help Kai, he's not worth it either,"
After she was gone, Alexander sneaked a peek at the doorway and froze to see Boris still there.
"We do need to get you another room," the man mocked, "this one seems too small for you,"
The boy could only glare daggers as the man came closer to him and lent beside his ear, "If I hear one more word out of you," the voice turned ice cold, "Then you will see your mother much sooner than you plan,"
Boris turned and left, ignoring cold tears that had splashed to the ground as the boy sat speechless on the freezing cell floor.
--To be continued
A/N: I've changed the scene dividers to ---------- because my keyboard is malfunctioning and won't make the other symbol --U