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Boris could only manage a feeble noise as he stared at the boy once in his grasp. The duo coloured eyes that were familiar and alien to him seemed to bore right into what he had for a soul.
"What.....what's going on?" he finally managed to get out between fear laboured breaths.
"Cant you see Boris? Its judgement time for your heart and soul, and it weighs heavy in the balance," he paused to pluck a stray feather from the shimmering wings. "The ancient Egyptians used to believe that when someone died, their heart would be weighed against the feather of truth. If the heart outweighed the feather, then they would be consumed," he twirled the crimson feather between his fingers as he started to walk towards the cringing Boris, "but I will do far worse!"
Boris had come up short on space to back away in and found himself flat against the wall. Kai approached with deadly intent. He pushed his face closer to Boris's, he could smell the sick stench of the mans fear, it seemed to ooze out and cling to his now more sensitive nose. He curled his lip up in disgust and wrinkled his nose. He shoved the feather under Boris's own.
"I could cause you physical pain beyond your twisted imagination, and I would take no pleasure in doing so. I could kill you with ease, but then your punishment would end there. It would be a fitting end, but your suffering would be over too soon, and I want you to have a lifetime of suffering, like you have given me!"
Boris was wide eyed now, panic filled his eyes behind his mask, sweat dripped from his forehead to his feet. Now the tables had turned, he was a coward.
Kai continued to explain in a menacing whisper, "This feather holds all of the pain and suffering you have caused others in your life, all of them. Every single tear shed because of you, every moan and scream of pain. You will feel it all! It will haunt you till you die Boris, and then I hope you carry it to Hell!" he finished harshly. He pressed the feather to Boris's chest, where his heart beat rapidly.
"I hope this wraps around your stone heart, and crumbles it to dust!" he hissed in Boris's ear. Somewhat a feat since he was shorter then Boris.
He pressed the feather with his index finger; it glowed brightly before seeming to sink beneath the clothes and the pale, sweaty flesh.
Boris's eyes widened even more before he screwed up the lids and cried out. Kai stepped back as Boris fell to his knees, one and clutching his chest, the other his head. He let out a long, piercing wail that tugged on Kai's heartstrings. He hardened his heart to it, too many times had this same man ruined Kai's life, again, and again, without a second thought.
He looked on with blazing eyes that were not completely his own. He shook his almost beaked head before grabbing the collar of the cringing coward. His fingers brushed the warm, damp flesh and it made his skin crawl. He pulled the curled up worm across the floor, dragging him on the tiles.
"What's the matter? Cant handle what you've reaped?" he asked, not expecting more then mumbling from Boris.
He reached the door and placed a heavy hand on the panel. The door slid open and he walked into the fresher, cooler light. He was met with the astonished gazes of his team mates.
"Kai?" asked someone.
He didn't have time to explain, he flung Boris to sprawl at their feet, whimpering and cringing like a beat up dog.
"Watch him" was all he would say as he strode past, his wing feathers brushing the startled friends. He could hear his feet make clicking noises as they landed on the floor, almost like claws.
"Wait!" was barely out of a mouth before Kai sped up and ran down the corridor, his tail the last to turn the corner as he sped from sight.
Six faces just looked at each other before looking down at the squirming tormentor, disbelief written on every expression.
"Is anyone else confused by this, or is it just me?" asked Max.
"What happened to Kai? He looks like, like, like Dranzer......almost......I think" said Hilary, not sure as to what she just saw.
"If you all just saw Kai, wearing wings, a tail, and I think that was a birds head I saw for a moment, throw a grown man reduced to this and run out on us, then please tell me so I know I'm not mad!" remarked Tyson's father.
Kenny looked on into space, lost in thought. Then it hit him, "that's it!" he hurried to explain as everyone glanced at him, "think about it, Dranzer's picture is missing from his beyblade, and Kai looks like, well Dranzer, sort of! Dranzer and Kai are one at the moment, don't ask me how though."
"I say we follow him" suggested Ray, "if he did this to Boris, then I don't know what he also has planned. He might not be able to control what he's doing, he might get hurt."
The others agreed, Tyson's dad slinging Boris over his shoulder. They ran on in the direction Kai went in.
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Kai ran on with absent minded knowledge of the maze that was the Hiwatari mansion. He saw no other soul as he ran with clicking feet down passageways and halls. He almost expected to see Leon at some point, but nothing. He had one final battle, and that was with Voltaire. If a name could have been spat out then Kai would have done so with his Grandfathers, though he flat out refused to think of him as his blood relative. It was bad enough they shared a last name; he didn't want to think of a monsters blood running through his veins.
He ran on till he reached ground level. There was only one place Voltaire would be now. Kai ran up the huge stairs in the hallway. Stairs that he had seen Voltaire greet him on too many times. His feet were muffled on the rich carpets. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to have Dranzer with him this way. He could feel every muscle and sinew as if it was his own. He could feel the heart beat in time with his owns rhythm. He flexed the wings slightly, enjoying the sensation as they rubbed together.
Kai paused slightly as he passed the doorway of his old room. He would have to come back later, after business was done. He stopped at the staircase to the second floor. Voltaire's quarters took up the entire floor. No-one was allowed up these stairs, ever. Kai had tried once, and bore the scars to prove it. Ever since then he had always been careful with his once free curiosity. He never showed it outwardly, but observed from behind the lines, watching at a distance. Though less enjoyable, it was more effective.
He climbed the stair in a deliberate slow walk. Something always nagged him when he went to see Voltaire when he was younger. Probably because it was never a pleasant experience. He reached the door that separated him from Voltaire. He took a deep breath, it was now or never, and he couldn't live with the never. He opened the door and walked into the house sized room.
He walked into the centre of the room, watching Voltaire as he sat staring back from behind a desk. He stood, waiting. His wings twitched slightly with the tension he felt building.
"So Kai, I see Boris failed to bring you back to Biovolt. You seem to have gone through an intriguing transformation. If memory serves, those extra appendages belong to your bitbeast?"
Kai nodded to confirm it, but remained tight lipped. There was nothing he could say that wouldn't wreck this.
Voltaire got up and walked slowly to where Kai was standing. He walked all the way round, reaching out to stroke one of the crimson wings. Kai twitched it violently away.
"Perfect, so perfect, "Voltaire muttered to himself. "Can you fly?" he asked as he faced Kai again.
"Probably," was the tart reply. He flung the wings out and beat them forward with a crack. Air rushed forward. The wings went back to their resting position.
"Yes, I always knew that this bitbeast was right for you, though I always imagined it to be Black Dranzer you joined with."
Kai staggered back, his cool posture gone.
"What do you mean? You expected this?"
"Of course, I think its time you had a history lesson young Kai. Way back in our lineage, when bitbeasts were just starting to be controlled rather then worshipped, we discovered the ability to take that control one step further! During a time of war we fused some of our best warriors with powerful bitbeasts, and they became unstoppable! They fought and won each battle until we were the clear superior winners! The technique for this was lost over the generations, but I dedicated my life to rediscovering the knowledge. I was so close, but lacked the last factor."
"Me......." Murmured Kai.
Voltaire smirked, "yes Kai, you. We needed the right mix of genetics, since the old blood had diluted over the centuries. But by chance, you were perfect. I took you and moulded you to be like the ancient warriors!"
"But for what war?"
"The uprising Kai! To rule the world, just as our forefathers did!"
"You're mad! You expect me to fight so you can rule the world! I don't think so old man!"
"But think of it! The power, I could give you the power you crave."
"I don't need power any more, the emptiness I tried to fill with power and perfectness doesn't exist any more. You can't bribe me!"
"Then I shall have to force you, for I will have my power Kai, even if you throw yours away."
It was with those last words that Voltaire threw something at Kai, it hit him in the chest and his senses exploded as electrifying pain tore through him. He fell to his knees. Through tear blind eyes he saw people in uniforms rush towards him. He felt the cold metal links as they looped chains round his body, forcing his arms and wings against his torso. The pain seemed to intensify as both phoenix and human screamed in unison.
The scream echoed to the ears of worried friends.
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Boris could only manage a feeble noise as he stared at the boy once in his grasp. The duo coloured eyes that were familiar and alien to him seemed to bore right into what he had for a soul.
"What.....what's going on?" he finally managed to get out between fear laboured breaths.
"Cant you see Boris? Its judgement time for your heart and soul, and it weighs heavy in the balance," he paused to pluck a stray feather from the shimmering wings. "The ancient Egyptians used to believe that when someone died, their heart would be weighed against the feather of truth. If the heart outweighed the feather, then they would be consumed," he twirled the crimson feather between his fingers as he started to walk towards the cringing Boris, "but I will do far worse!"
Boris had come up short on space to back away in and found himself flat against the wall. Kai approached with deadly intent. He pushed his face closer to Boris's, he could smell the sick stench of the mans fear, it seemed to ooze out and cling to his now more sensitive nose. He curled his lip up in disgust and wrinkled his nose. He shoved the feather under Boris's own.
"I could cause you physical pain beyond your twisted imagination, and I would take no pleasure in doing so. I could kill you with ease, but then your punishment would end there. It would be a fitting end, but your suffering would be over too soon, and I want you to have a lifetime of suffering, like you have given me!"
Boris was wide eyed now, panic filled his eyes behind his mask, sweat dripped from his forehead to his feet. Now the tables had turned, he was a coward.
Kai continued to explain in a menacing whisper, "This feather holds all of the pain and suffering you have caused others in your life, all of them. Every single tear shed because of you, every moan and scream of pain. You will feel it all! It will haunt you till you die Boris, and then I hope you carry it to Hell!" he finished harshly. He pressed the feather to Boris's chest, where his heart beat rapidly.
"I hope this wraps around your stone heart, and crumbles it to dust!" he hissed in Boris's ear. Somewhat a feat since he was shorter then Boris.
He pressed the feather with his index finger; it glowed brightly before seeming to sink beneath the clothes and the pale, sweaty flesh.
Boris's eyes widened even more before he screwed up the lids and cried out. Kai stepped back as Boris fell to his knees, one and clutching his chest, the other his head. He let out a long, piercing wail that tugged on Kai's heartstrings. He hardened his heart to it, too many times had this same man ruined Kai's life, again, and again, without a second thought.
He looked on with blazing eyes that were not completely his own. He shook his almost beaked head before grabbing the collar of the cringing coward. His fingers brushed the warm, damp flesh and it made his skin crawl. He pulled the curled up worm across the floor, dragging him on the tiles.
"What's the matter? Cant handle what you've reaped?" he asked, not expecting more then mumbling from Boris.
He reached the door and placed a heavy hand on the panel. The door slid open and he walked into the fresher, cooler light. He was met with the astonished gazes of his team mates.
"Kai?" asked someone.
He didn't have time to explain, he flung Boris to sprawl at their feet, whimpering and cringing like a beat up dog.
"Watch him" was all he would say as he strode past, his wing feathers brushing the startled friends. He could hear his feet make clicking noises as they landed on the floor, almost like claws.
"Wait!" was barely out of a mouth before Kai sped up and ran down the corridor, his tail the last to turn the corner as he sped from sight.
Six faces just looked at each other before looking down at the squirming tormentor, disbelief written on every expression.
"Is anyone else confused by this, or is it just me?" asked Max.
"What happened to Kai? He looks like, like, like Dranzer......almost......I think" said Hilary, not sure as to what she just saw.
"If you all just saw Kai, wearing wings, a tail, and I think that was a birds head I saw for a moment, throw a grown man reduced to this and run out on us, then please tell me so I know I'm not mad!" remarked Tyson's father.
Kenny looked on into space, lost in thought. Then it hit him, "that's it!" he hurried to explain as everyone glanced at him, "think about it, Dranzer's picture is missing from his beyblade, and Kai looks like, well Dranzer, sort of! Dranzer and Kai are one at the moment, don't ask me how though."
"I say we follow him" suggested Ray, "if he did this to Boris, then I don't know what he also has planned. He might not be able to control what he's doing, he might get hurt."
The others agreed, Tyson's dad slinging Boris over his shoulder. They ran on in the direction Kai went in.
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Kai ran on with absent minded knowledge of the maze that was the Hiwatari mansion. He saw no other soul as he ran with clicking feet down passageways and halls. He almost expected to see Leon at some point, but nothing. He had one final battle, and that was with Voltaire. If a name could have been spat out then Kai would have done so with his Grandfathers, though he flat out refused to think of him as his blood relative. It was bad enough they shared a last name; he didn't want to think of a monsters blood running through his veins.
He ran on till he reached ground level. There was only one place Voltaire would be now. Kai ran up the huge stairs in the hallway. Stairs that he had seen Voltaire greet him on too many times. His feet were muffled on the rich carpets. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to have Dranzer with him this way. He could feel every muscle and sinew as if it was his own. He could feel the heart beat in time with his owns rhythm. He flexed the wings slightly, enjoying the sensation as they rubbed together.
Kai paused slightly as he passed the doorway of his old room. He would have to come back later, after business was done. He stopped at the staircase to the second floor. Voltaire's quarters took up the entire floor. No-one was allowed up these stairs, ever. Kai had tried once, and bore the scars to prove it. Ever since then he had always been careful with his once free curiosity. He never showed it outwardly, but observed from behind the lines, watching at a distance. Though less enjoyable, it was more effective.
He climbed the stair in a deliberate slow walk. Something always nagged him when he went to see Voltaire when he was younger. Probably because it was never a pleasant experience. He reached the door that separated him from Voltaire. He took a deep breath, it was now or never, and he couldn't live with the never. He opened the door and walked into the house sized room.
He walked into the centre of the room, watching Voltaire as he sat staring back from behind a desk. He stood, waiting. His wings twitched slightly with the tension he felt building.
"So Kai, I see Boris failed to bring you back to Biovolt. You seem to have gone through an intriguing transformation. If memory serves, those extra appendages belong to your bitbeast?"
Kai nodded to confirm it, but remained tight lipped. There was nothing he could say that wouldn't wreck this.
Voltaire got up and walked slowly to where Kai was standing. He walked all the way round, reaching out to stroke one of the crimson wings. Kai twitched it violently away.
"Perfect, so perfect, "Voltaire muttered to himself. "Can you fly?" he asked as he faced Kai again.
"Probably," was the tart reply. He flung the wings out and beat them forward with a crack. Air rushed forward. The wings went back to their resting position.
"Yes, I always knew that this bitbeast was right for you, though I always imagined it to be Black Dranzer you joined with."
Kai staggered back, his cool posture gone.
"What do you mean? You expected this?"
"Of course, I think its time you had a history lesson young Kai. Way back in our lineage, when bitbeasts were just starting to be controlled rather then worshipped, we discovered the ability to take that control one step further! During a time of war we fused some of our best warriors with powerful bitbeasts, and they became unstoppable! They fought and won each battle until we were the clear superior winners! The technique for this was lost over the generations, but I dedicated my life to rediscovering the knowledge. I was so close, but lacked the last factor."
"Me......." Murmured Kai.
Voltaire smirked, "yes Kai, you. We needed the right mix of genetics, since the old blood had diluted over the centuries. But by chance, you were perfect. I took you and moulded you to be like the ancient warriors!"
"But for what war?"
"The uprising Kai! To rule the world, just as our forefathers did!"
"You're mad! You expect me to fight so you can rule the world! I don't think so old man!"
"But think of it! The power, I could give you the power you crave."
"I don't need power any more, the emptiness I tried to fill with power and perfectness doesn't exist any more. You can't bribe me!"
"Then I shall have to force you, for I will have my power Kai, even if you throw yours away."
It was with those last words that Voltaire threw something at Kai, it hit him in the chest and his senses exploded as electrifying pain tore through him. He fell to his knees. Through tear blind eyes he saw people in uniforms rush towards him. He felt the cold metal links as they looped chains round his body, forcing his arms and wings against his torso. The pain seemed to intensify as both phoenix and human screamed in unison.
The scream echoed to the ears of worried friends.