This is the last chapter.

Disclaimer: Beyblade Belongs to Takao Aoki and the companies it is distributed by. I own the plot and my OCs.

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On with the story!

"You," He said, pointing at Elisabeth, "Are coming with me."

She looked at him with disgust. "And you're gonna make me? Cause there's no way I'm going of free will."

"Oh, I think I can get you to agree." He smirked, signaling some guards outside of view. They walked into the room with guns pointed at the heads of Remy, Tally and Amelia.

Elisabeth's breath caught in her throat. She felt as if she would suffocate if it didn't go away. But she was growing pale...

"Don't hurt them!" She had meant it to be strong, but it came out sounding like a plea.

"Will you agree to come with me?" He offered, toying with her senses.

"I'd rather die!"

"Or watch your friends as it would seem!" He signaled to a guard. The one holding Remy twisted her arms and put the gun on her temple.

Remy winced in pain and held her breath. Elisabeth's eyes widened. The man's finger was on the trigger.

"No! Leave them alone please!"

Voltaire had them release the girls. They immediately ran to the Bladebreakers.

"So," Voltaire continued as if nothing had happened, "Care to join me?"

"Never!" She spat.

"Then DIE!" He shouted. He signaled to another guard to aimed his weapon and...

"No!"

Kai stood in front of her.

"Look, she'll go with you if you leave the Bladebreakers and the girls out of this, but only if you let me come and be with her. You just have to leave the others alone."

Voltaire considered this. He glanced at Elisabeth and Kai. He looked at the guard, who lowered his weapon.

"Are those your requests?" He sneered.

Kai glanced at Elisabeth, still shielding her from whatever harm Voltaire could muster.

"No." Amelia spoke up. "You will take me too. The three of us will be allowed to see each other and will go through training together. Our dorms will be next to, or within each other and we have a right to leave if these cautions are not taken seriously." Nobody said she wasn't a good bargainer.

Voltaire looked at her as seriously as though she was a lawyer. "Done," He proclaimed, "You have my word."

She looked at Kai to see what he thought. He nodded. He knew Voltaire was a man of his word. If he said he'd do it, He'd do it.

Amelia shook the man's hand and walked over to Elisabeth.

"With all due respect, whatever that means to you, sir, when do we leave?" She asked with just a modicum of common courtesy.

"Now."

"What about our bags?"

He thought. "Well, yes, I can see how that will be a problem. I'll assign a driver to take you to the hotel to retrieve your bags. You will have an escort, so at any attempt to escape, you will be shot, is that clear?"

"Yes sir." They answered.

They looked back at the Bladebreakers, Remy and Tally. Elisabeth went and hugged all of them. She stopped after she hugged Max.

"Now you take care of my little cousin, you hear?" She teased with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah." The words barely came through.

She hugged Tyson last. He was extremely serious and sad. She had actually never seen him like this.

When she started to release him, he held on a little longer and whispered, "We'll get you guys out, I promise." And let go. She smiled at him. She walked back to where she had been before and waited for Kai and Amelia to finish their goodbyes.

This was going to be hard...

End.

Don'cha just love me now? Well I hope you guys like the chapter, as it was the last. The sequel is now up! "Always" is the title.

Oh, for some obvious reasons and some obscure, It will be rated R. The rating is for swearing, their "punishment" (more like torture) among other things. It shouldn't be too bad and I'm not going to put in a whole bunch of gory details or anything. It just has to be done.