Chapter XII
--Holding back the years--
"Holding back the years,
Thinking of the fear I've had so long.
When nobody hears,
Listen to the fear that's gone.
I'll keep holding on,
I'll keep holding on."
Simply Red – Holding back the years"You so think that you are better? You are just Beybladers, useful for nothing more. I highly doubt you could fight your way out of a paper bag." Kristin laughed in response, "You seem to forget where we spent our childhood Voltaire. I doubt your old, slow mind would remember, but you trained us to fight... and so, even if we where bladers..." He turned his head to look at his companion and turned back again, "...I think we have a good chance of succeeding," Voltaire growled deeply in his throat, "Then I'll have to even the odds won't I?" Pearse laughed, "Oh, If you shout for Boris, he wouldn't hear you, so don't bother," Kristin grinned mischievously, "Yea, cause I shot him. Felt good you know, maybe I'll get the same satisfaction from killing you too," Voltaire gave shot him a look that was good enough to pierce, but Kristin's hope remained high. "If you want me Voltaire, you come and get me."
Voltaire suddenly lunged at Kristin, taking him by surprise and knocking him to the floor. Pearse jumped out of the way just in time to dodge the assault. He landed on his feet, and glared at Voltaire, who was slamming his fists against Kristin's skull. "Voltaire, I'm over here," Pearse exclaimed angrily. Voltaire's face lit with excitement, "I'll make this short and painless for you," Pearse glared into his eyes, as Voltaire did the same. This enabled Kristin, to recover from the Blows.
Voltaire forced his hands around Pearse's neck. Pushing him up the wall, making blood flow against his tonsils as he gasped for air. "I'll show you to piss me off!" He exclaimed. Pearse said nothing, as his eyes grew wide and fearful. "Kristin, I hope you can hear me. Well, I at least hope you can hear the sounds of your 'best buddy' dying." He laughed. Kristin gained his balance, and caught Pearse's eye contact. Stay in there Pearse. I'm coming to help you; we've been though too much to die now.
"Voltaire, I never told you about Xander's little secret did I?" Kristin smirked as Voltaire slammed Pearse's head against the wall. Little stars began to form in front of his eyes as he slid to the ground. Soon his vision turned into a blur, hearing only the voices that where enclosed in the room. "And what would that be?" Voltaire snidely remarked. "Something to do with the child..." His voice was barely below a whisper...
A large gruff figure broke into the room. He was tall and powerful looking with piercing green eyes, dressed in a dark tailored suit. Behind him he dragged a young raven-haired girl. He tossed her wildly into the room making her lose her balance, but she managed to stay upright. "Found her walking around." He sneered, "Thought you'd like her here with the others." He looked over at Pearse, "The other 3 managed to escape. Benjamin was nowhere to be found though. I shall go look for him sir." Voltaire nodded, "Thank-you Wren, you may leave." Wren placed his hand on the door handle, "You might want to get that cleared up Mc Cann. Nobody leaves their blood on the masters floor." Pearse stared at him as he wiped his mouth on his already blood sodden sleeve of his black shirt. Wren sealed the door behind him as he left; Xander ran up to it and slammed her body against it, "Wren NO!" She cried out loud as she heard his footsteps down the corridor, she rested her forehead against the brazen door as a small silver tear ran down her cheek. "I see you've met Wren then," Voltaire stated. Xander didn't turn to face him, whom Voltaire took offensively, "Answer me!" She still refused to turn, "Yeah, I know Wren," She was heard to murmur in between sobs.
Kristin looked around at the others and turned back again, "Wasn't he the guy at your party at my step-dad's?" He asked. Voltaire laughed in response, "He was guarding Kai too make sure he and Xander didn't run into any trouble." Xander glanced at Pearse who was now a bit fazed out. His chestnut eyes had retained their calmness but he was rather eager to get to his feet, which his body wouldn't allow. Xander gave him a reassuring smile.
Forever and Always Pearse, remember...
"So what made your sad existence come back here then Xander?" Voltaire glared as he sat behind his desk. She turned and looked at him, "I have a conscience, unlike you." Voltaire sickly laughed, "Oh, so you have a conscience... how amusing." She glared at him, "Shut up and listen to what I'm about to say." Voltaire slammed his fists his large mahogany desk, "Nobody tells me what to do in this office," He roared. "Well I suggest if you still want your child, you'll shut up and listen to me," He sneered at her, "You wouldn't have the guts" It was her turn to laugh, "Wouldn't I? Ask yourself that... do you really think I want a child at 17?" Kristin lowered his hand from his face, from where he had been trying to hide the deep purple bruising that was now showing, matching Voltaire's own. He looked at her, his eyes trying to warn her, but she quickly glanced and turned her back on him, "It was simply a mistake to come back here,"
"Jebus, you're telling me that?" Retorted the young male, who had now succeeded to stand, but needed to lean against the wall of support, "You need to leave," She shook her head violently, "No, there are some issues we need to clear." She reached into her pocket, but sharply pulled away when she pricked her fingertips on something sharp. I know your eager to become free; you want to spread the flames of chaos... that time will come soon. Just hold on for a while longer. Xander snapped out of her thoughts instantly when she heard Kristin shouting out in Russian. She turned to face him to see his face nose was pouring with blood again. Pearse was wobbling slightly, trying to make his way over to Urquhart.
She gripped the black phoenix feather that hung from her silver necklace tightly as she began to grow fearful, but hungrier for revenge. Suddenly, a chokehold was enforced around her throat, once again; she was kicked in the back of the knees to make her fall to the ground. "I've tried to warn you Urquhart, but you never take anything seriously do you?" Voltaire sneered as he ripped Xander's jacket from her shoulders. Pearse watched in fear as he took his scarf off and gave it to Kristin, "Voltaire, please... leave her alone." Kristin looked up after holding the scarf to his nose, "Voltaire, stop being such a coward and fight!" Once again a sick, delighted smile occurred upon his cracked lips as he pulled his silver revolver from the inside of his cape and held it to Xander's temple. Xander didn't flinch; she'd been in this situation before... "Kristin, don't you'll make it worse." She furrowed her thin raven eyebrows as he pushed it harder. "Listen to her Kristin, it could be the last time you ever hear her sweet voice again." Voltaire whispered in her ear, making her gain a reproachful expression. Slowly he slid his fingers under the straps for her vest, "Anything else you'd like to add Kristin?" Kristin glared at him, and edged himself closer until Pearse grabbed his arm, "Don't Kristin..." Kristin interrupted angrily, "Oh how can I make this any worse? The god damn bastard has Xander on her knees with a gun to her head!"
"He could shoot her you dumbass, did that occur to you?" Kristin lowered his eyes, "No, I guess not." Voltaire began to massage Xander's neck with kisses to which the boys could tell she hated every single one. "And so? Anything else?" Kristin opened his mouth to speak, but her eyes forbid him too as Voltaire brought his hands down to her mini-skirt. Kristin sharply turned around and slammed his fists down on Voltaire's desk. Damn it, I can't do anything... why? Why do you have to do this too me? Why do you do it to everyone... always the one in danger, always the one who has to be saved... always the one I loved... why? Xander, we can't do this anymore... we need each other more then ever. I can't watch you suffer... Kristin's mind wavered in between memories as he felt Pearse dig his head into his shoulder to cover his eyes, and Xander's frightful screams began to cloud his hearing...
---A Dream Rhapsody---
She had closed her eyes as the bitter cold surrounded her; their dead bodies encircled the tier. The cliff they stood on, muttered a silence. In her palm she held a silver necklace... the pendent, as he remembered had frozen her palm. She had dropped it, watching it fall. As it plummeted to the floor, it landed on the decayed flowers scattered across a grave.
She had fallen to her knees, to pick up the pendent but something glimmering had caught her eyes. A small silver stream fell down his pale cheeks. He remembered her crying also; shattered hope had become their pain.
She felt like yelling, but no one would hear her. Looking up to the mist again, seeing only he. She sobbed and threw her beyblade down upon the dew-blanketed grass. She looked up at him again, and sharply turned away before she leant forward and moved the overgrown ivy from one the tombstones.
Maria Alexander IvanovA caring mother to daughter and son.
Loving wife and sister.
RIP
She broke down into tears. Kristin leant down to her and held her tightly in his arms. Together they where one, their emotions together... they'd be bound together forever... it were their destiny... it was the dream rhapsody.
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"Holding back the years,
Chance for me to escape all I've known.
Holding back the tears,
Cause nothing here has grown.
I'll keep holding on,
I'll keep holding on."
Xander sat up and stared into the night's sky. The stars gleamed down on her, making her less edgy and vulnerable. Pain wracked though every breathing part of her body. She appeared to be panting very heavily, as she watched Kristin beginning to unravel from his confused state of emotion. Tears fell down his face mixed with blood as his eyes searched hers. The thought of him made the pain seem distant. "Kristin," Pearse ran over to him, "They said they'll be 5 minutes, the doctors with Kai now so it should be a problem." Kristin nodded in response, but didn't bother to reply. "Man, I can't believe the hassle it took to get out of there." Kristin stifled his tears, "No more Pearse, we got out. That's final," Pearse nodded as he kicked the large iron gates of the Abbey, "Damn I'm pissed off we didn't get do what we set out..." Kristin glared at him, "Pearse, no more." He tried to remain calm and growled though clenched teeth. "Xander, are you feeling okay?" She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, "Yea, I'm fine. It's not like that's the first time it's happened. Just..." She paused, "Don't tell Kai okay?" Pearse took his shirt off and wrapped it around her bare shoulders, "Here, it will keep you warm," He looked over at Kristin, "Where are our beyblade's?" Kristin thought hard for a few moments, "I'm... not sure. Voltaire may still have them..." Xander laughed out loud, catching the other 2 by surprise, "Why do you two think I came back?" Pearse smiled and jumped up and down, "You got them?" She nodded, "Yeah. And I have a surprise too." Kristin held his arm up to his eyes as the bright car-headlights blinded them. "Come on let's go!" Shouted a red head from the driver's window.
"I've wasted all my tears,
Wasted all those years.
And nothing had the chance to be good,
Nothing ever could.
I'll keep holding on,
I'll keep holding on.
That's all I need to say,
That's all I have today."