Chapter 5 Beyond the Looking Glass
Tala slowly opened his tired eyes and rose his head up from that immensely uncomfortable pillow that didn't give him to sleep in at all. He wouldn't be surprised if he found a solid grenade inside of it, the one that was a pain in the ass as it gave him a raw neck now. Why grenade? Because Boris wants you dead just like anyone else who had stopped obeying him.
Tala stood up from his bed and his empty eyes bored into the window's view, seeing the first sun beams hitting the green never-ending horizon in a beautiful rainbow sunrise. He didn't pay attention to that though; he lost the interested in all of this long time ago.
Mirror.
Its reflection was showing his dead appearance, the pale white and fit body, muscles on his arms from occasional training, but the rest was quite lanky and the white bandage-like clothes were skin tightening his figure fully. That was what brought out the waves of disgust from him right now but that was temporary and he knew it – he liked himself most of the times.
Mirror also seemed to have a habit of showing him as an empty corpse without a soul and he didn't really like it…but oh well…
Tala slowly walked over to the large mirror at the wall and tiredly stared at his own reflection in both admiring and disgust. What dissimilarity…
Back at him glared a pale young adult with dark red hair lying always perfectly on his head in the horn like form, never messed up as if he always puts on mass of hair gel. But he didn't.
He noticed ill looking blue circles under his eyes and knew that this was surely not because he was tired. Pills did this to him.
So disgusting…and yet-
Tala's hand reached to the mirror and he touched its cold smooth surface with the tips of his fingers, grazing it up and down to his reflected face slowly, making a quiet squeaky sound. Yet there was that slight trace of blurry steam of warmth left on the crystal cold surface of the mirror. A shade of an almost grin appeared on the corners of his mouth as he pressed his whole palm onto the mirror. So he wasn't a vessel with no warmth…yet.
The reflected Tala did the same thing. He followed, why he wouldn't – he was him after all. Or was he?
The young adult in the mirror grinned. Grinned in that crazily maniacal looking expression and just stayed that way.
On Tala's face appeared a look of horror and he quickly took steps away from the wall, starting to shiver. The reflection stayed and continued to grin almost diabolically. And that's when it spoke.
-"Sane…sane…you'll never be sane again. How tragic isn't it? You'll be a pitiful monster just like me…just like me…just like me…"
Tala felt his legs melting in terror of that bitter cold distant voice that echoed loudly in his mind not getting out. But he didn't start panicking. Why would he? It was just his reflection talking to him, nothing interesting or terrorizing whatsoever…
Mumbling something inarticulate, Tala reached for the small side table beside his bed and started to tap on it, searching through different objects on it quickly until he felt a cylinder under his fingers and grabbed it, taking the lid off.
-"Just like me…just like me…"
Not wasting another moment, the neck of the drug capsule pride his mouth open and at least five light pink tablets, all hard and solid, fell on his tongue and he forced himself to swallow them.
-"…just like m…" and the voice had disappeared.
Coughing harshly from the huge dose he'd just gulped down, Tala's eyes stared at the mirror, seeing his own reflection sitting on one knee grabbing onto its throat just the way he did now. Gone…but for how long?
Mind tricks.
When did they start?
They'll kill him soon, or he'll kill himself if he finds himself finally losing a true sane grip on reality.
But when?
Tala, still grasping at his throat, slowly stood up from the carpeted floor, and looking away from the mirror stared at the white wall trying to remember…
Oh yes, he remembered.
An average tall teenager wearing a bright red jacket stood in the freezing cold wind, his feet sank in the deep snow. A red, with multicolored lines on it, cap that he was wearing could barely keep on his head against the strong wind blowing right against him. His teeth were gritted, he was shivering, the light clothes he was wearing were covered in hoar-frost and it looked like he was going to fall into the deep cruel snow any moment. And yet he wasn't lost. In fact, he looked alive, his eyes filled with confidence and courage, nothing in comparison to Tala standing across of him, grabbing onto his head from the pain.
Battle against Tyson. He remembered…he remembered everything in such detail that it was shocking how much. He was this Cyber-Tala and even in the midst of the confusion of the pain, he remembered people saying that his brainwaves were messed up. He was this weapon of a Cyborg, he was made to win, he had to win…and he didn't. And then he shook hands with Tyson agreeing that he's won fair and square. Why did he do that?
That day, during the cold battle, he went insane. He went insane and though that seemed to have passed by, he still couldn't bear to remember himself being that.
That is terrifying.
Tala frowned, his thick red eyebrows moving together, and slamming the bottle with drugs on the table's surface hardly, he went to the door, opening it and getting ready to leave for the day of the tournament.
Before walking out, his gaze traveled to the mirror, seeing the reflection of himself standing at the door and looking back. Still normal.
Tala made a mental note not to look beyond the glass of reality again and left the room.
He was empty and yet he was full. Strange. Why empty? Kai's mind searched the answer but couldn't find it.
His dark eyes glittered with the bright light of the sun outside of the car window and that started to annoy him already.
Tightening the hold of the dark beyblade in his hand, Kai leaned back on the leather seats from the sun beams and closed his eyes, his thoughts of hesitation scattering away…of course, why should he worry about it when nothing else matters anymore. He had all of the power just in the palm of his hand, he was the most powerful blader in the world now, that's for sure, and nothing would ever stop him from reaching the top again…Dranzer is gone, but Black Dranzer is back to take her place and that's the only thing that matters.
Tala, who sat right beside Kai, watched him carefully, trying not to think of what he had done to him. Freedom promise…yeah right, he shouldn't have believed Boris, he should have known better and he became willingly a part of the plan of distruction…the center of which sat right beside him.
Tyson lazily stretched out his arms and started to quickly crack the knuckles of his fingers, his eyes not looking anywhere in particularly, just wondering around, and locking on almost everyone in the beystadium. The finals were finally coming to an end. There were only them, Bladebreakers, left and then Neo-Borgs. No surprise…and he wasn't surprised. Defending his title for the last five years, Beyblade Champion didn't seem to be surprised with anything else anymore. Everyone that had ever been stronger was faced with already and even a couple of times.
-"I'll go first, Tyson," sounded Ray's quiet voice and Tyson's eyes met with sharp cat eyes in a moment. Always so brave and confident…always. Tyson looked away from his teammate for a second and glared at the gloomy team on the bench nearby, stopping his glare at Kai. Why does he prefer them to us, his real team? Inasmuch as I hate to admit all the time…we need him. The team is empty without him, always has been.
-"Go ahead, we'll be behind you," he said, nodding slightly to Ray and looked away from the dark figure of his former teammate, who sat like a cold statue somewhere beside Tala without any motion or expression. "But leave Kai to me."
Ray's eyes widened marginally, but then came back to their normal sight, nodding back at Tyson understanding. Though it was almost an honor to battle Kai, he knew that Tyson is Kai's real opponent. Not him. And he always knew it, though denied it frequently.
All wrapped in his thoughts about winning this match no matter what, Ray turned to walk to the closed beydish, but Hilary's loud and concerned for some reason voice sounded, stopping him. "Wait, guys," she interrupted, her eyes focused attentively on Neo-Borgs team, her hands grasping each other with her long creamy fingers. "I don't see Arwen. Where is she?"
Tyson put on a questioning look on his face and looked at his opponents again, finally noticing something more than only Kai.
Arwen was truly not there.
Had these bastards done something to her? But not Kai, no, Tyson was sure that he would never have done anything on the dark side again. He learnt his lesson five years ago on the iced lake…right? Of course, no doubt.
-"Don't know," uttered Tyson slowly and threw a quick smile to Hilary. "But don't worry, I'm sure Kai's not that bad yet to let his team do something to her," he added and his smile disappeared soon after as he saw Spencer rising up from the bench and walking to battle.
Hilary smiled after him, feeling slightly better in her heart - she did know more about Arwen and Kai more then they let everyone know.
Ray didn't know what to say, so he just shrugged his broad shoulders, turning his head to look at Neo-Borgs, catching a dry and angry look from Tala, who almost every battle looked far more excited and diabolic looking than now. Ray's hands clenched into fists and he finally walked away from his team, making his team to the stadium, the loud cheering of the fans resounding sharply in his pointed ears. But ignored that because the only person that he was concentrated on, was a gigantically big and strong figure of Spencer, who was already waiting for the battle to start.
I will win…for the Bladebreakers, thought Ray, placed Driger into the launcher and threw in the ripcord. I will be victorious.
-"LET IT RIP!" shouted both of the bladers into the air and the blades were flunked into the dish, starting a hard and intense battle right away.
Kai was cold physically, but he was not shivering from it, he just felt so inside. It felt empty from the unusual loss of warmth and care, the one that he used to get from Arwen.
No! He thought, convincing himself about his rightfulness right away. I've done what had to be done…and I don't…regret it.
He could lie to himself, he could deny whatever he wished and that would work most of the time for him, but nothing was as simple anymore.
-'Don't regret it, feel the hatred, lust revenge forever ad you live on life without her – it is only me and you.'
Without understanding what was happening, Kai opened his eyes automatically and their usual glow of light in the imperceptible purple depths disappeared, the life in them vanished, and only the infinite profundity of the dark emptiness was left. He no longer heard the shouts of the fans around him, no long heard anything that Ray and Spencer were tossing to each other and saw nothing, only the pitch black darkness as if he's gone blind. The black with a shining red glitter vice was wrapping its long sharp tentacles around him, taking an absolute control of everything. He didn't mind.
Short rapid breathing…Quick, almost pounding, heart beating…The aura that started out bright green was starting to fade away…Kai could tell that the cat person was exhausted. He knew that he would collapse any moment and that Neo-Borgs will be victorious.
And then there is always Drigger.
A grin of a madman creased Kai's face and he hanged his head down, the curls of his blue hair falling on his forehead, shadowing his already dark eyes.
Drigger would be his…theirs.
Once his energy finally disappears of him, his Bit-Beast will belong to them, forever.
'3…2…1…yes, it's-'
-"DRIGER!" sounded loud, but drained voice out of the middle of the beystadium and the gigantic white tiger Bit-Beast rushed down at the mutant of Spencer, the metal blade pushing and knocking it out of the dish.
The stadium gone quiet for just a moment of time, but then it was taken over by the cheering for Ray, for winning so brilliantly.
Oh, went through Kai's mind, but was soon lost in the full domination of the black mystic that was just in the palm of his hand. 'Every lost one will belong to us…come here!' sounded a hissing distant voice once again, almost thundering on the distance, and Kai absentmindedly watched the pin of his new beyblade shining up with bloody red as the loud screeching came out of the stadium and was in a moment sucked in and gone in the dark core.
People had noticed. Noticed and stared in Kai's direction with both surprise and stupefied not understanding, before looking back at the stadium at still standing Ray and Spencer.
But AJ and Brad didn't like to be shut down by the silence and no action.
-"Ray is victorious for this first battle! Bladebreakers now have one factory on their behalf!"
Cheering almost deafened Ray, but he breathing hardly, made his way back to his team's bench, where he finally had a chance to calm down and relax with a smile of his team's happiness.
Tala, from any others, understood perfectly what happened. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, his eyes pierced on Kai sitting stood on the wooden bench, looking all folded, rumpled, but yet immensely dangerous.
Heavy loud footsteps sounded closuring quickly and Tala raised his head up, looking at Spencer, whose face was all twisted with convulsion of deep hate and anger.
-"What the fuck?!" he yelled out, spitting his saliva all over the place, cracking the knuckles of his fat fingers most violently. "What the fuck did you do? Where is my Seaborg 2? You're not supposed to do that!!" a strong hard fist rose above him, swinging the air with a quick whistling noise aiming at Kai's face.
-"Moron!" shouted Tala as he caught Spencer's fist inches before it hit emotionless and uncaring face of Kai, who seemed not to notice anything anymore. Taking a gigantic step towards his raged teammate, he condemned right in his ear. "Leave it be, it'll return. Don't test the power of Black Dranzer X, it's the last warning," he said furiously and nodded his head slightly in the direction of Kai,
Spencer growled in anger and baring his teeth stared at Kai, finally noticing what Tala meant.
-"I never liked him," muttered Spencer, while staring at Kai's rumpled form with unusual thoughtfulness on his face. "And now I don't like him even more. Can he hear us?"
Tala shook his head on Spencer's question, suddenly remembering every word that Boris told him yesterday, being even able to hear his bass low voice of cold.
'X is just something Biovolt had added to Black Dranzer. Kai won't see any difference of course, actually, I don't think he will see or understand anything anymore,' said Boris, his hot breath going right into Tala's ear and he felt himself shivering with disgust. 'Black Dranzer X has…I can say so, I guess, a mind of its own. It knows what it needs, it's more than just a Sacred now,' his voice and face became quite serious. 'I'm warning you…if you tell anything to him before he feels the Dranzer's core, no one will ever see you again…and neither will you.'
Tala for a second forgot about the bey-battles that were going on at that very same moment, until the excited shouts of the narrators followed, snapping him out of his thinking right away.
-"And now, another battle is starting. Teams should have already decided another player already!"
Tala heard it and took his stare off Kai, looking at Spencer, knowing that he is the one to go now. If Arwen wasn't simply ripped out from Kai's life so suddenly, she would have been the one to fight ray. But now it's up to him to battle Max and his Draciel. Not an easy feat, he still desired to face Tyson and make him pay for winning that battle in Russia years ago. But the dark crazy looking figure of Kai before him, reminded him of Boris' and Biovolt's wish.
The step away from facing Tyson was taken again.
-"I'll go," said calmly Tala, looked away and reached with his hand into the pocket-bag on the thigh of his right leg, taking out Wolfborg and making his way into the lights of the stage lights of the stadium. A new gigantic dish was already lifting up and out of the ground as that one got crack all over its smooth metallic surface.
Spencer, still burning with fury and anger of losing his Seaborg 2, sat down on the bench the wooden support of which squeaked sadly under his weight, and kept as far away from Kai as possible.
Kai didn't notice, didn't see, didn't hear and didn't care. His mind was empty, his self-consciousness was gone, and there were only the vice's tight grasp and a hissing whispering noise in his inner ear, ordering, demanding, screeching…
And he consented.
He couldn't not consent when the world for him was dead and everything that used to give warmth and life to him…was gone.
His eyes were blank, his head was hanged down between his broad shoulders, but he could still be able to distinguish the bright and dull lights of fury, confidence and hatred burning in the pitch black darkness.
The new person's light was bright yellow, the one of joy and happiness. It was somehow both sensible and visible. The one of the happy smile…
'Max, he smiles…' sounded an unknown and really distant voice, which sounded slightly familiar but Kai didn't recognize it. 'He smiles even when he has nothing…' it sounded quiet, and yet there could be heard the marginally invisible notes of hurt, pain and even sorrow. But though somewhat part of him seemed to want to reach for the recognition of it, the other part was much stronger. It held him off, and it even seemed slightly alien.
Oh well…
-'Take any Sacred, doesn't matter whose. Nothing must matter to you anymore, only my hunger.' The voice was guiding him, being bitter, sweet and horrifying at the same time. And moment later the doubt was gone, it was just darkness and emptiness again.
He obeyed.
-"What happened?" uttered Tyson quietly and unsurely, his eyes pierced on the motion at the Neo-Borgs' team, frowning in doubt and even worry once Spencer tried to hit Kai unsuccessfully for some reason. Tala didn't let him…why? Didn't Tala hate Kai more than anything?
Or maybe Spencer had a good reason for wanting to hit Kai, actually. Tyson sure didn't like what happened to Seaborg, but he was not familiar with Spencer's Bit-Beast as anyone else was.
-"Beats me," simply shrugged Hilary, telling a pure truth. She didn't know and didn't really care about Spencer or his blade. She was more interested and concerned on the battle that had already started with Max and Tala.
-"You're going down," said Tala dryly, grinned wildly and walking off in the dark shadow, his eyes burned up with the fire. Stretching out his long scrawny arms and spiking out his white fingers, his body twisted in a weird angle, him now reminding of the pure devil. The thousands of ice cold snowflakes spin around him in the white tornado, the unimaginable power getting unleashed from the small metal object spinning down in the dish.
Max crossed his arms around his shoulders, lowering his head down, as the cold wind started flowing its white waves right towards him, simply blowing him and his blade out of the beydish. But he was not going to give up. Never did and never will.
-"Draciel!" Max yelled out and the gigantic dinosaur creature Bit-Beast floating right above the dish, screeched and tried to walk through the wind's fury and try to knock Wolfborg out.
Tala looked up, gazed at the strong will of Draciel still trying to win and shook his head slightly. "Won't work. I did have a much better impression of you, Max," and saying that, Tala's eyes glittered with steel and the wind being at least -10C, he mindedly ordered to finish Draciel off. And so Wolfborg did. Sending another cold tornado of its transparent essence to Max's Bit-Beast, it simply turned him into an ice-statue.
-"No!" shouted Tyson, jumping up from his seat, his hear clenching deep down. "Max, look out!!!" he yelled out into the loud and cold suspense of the stadium, knowing perfectly what Tala was planning to do, seeing this same strategy sometime already.
It was too late.
Both Bit-Beast and Max's beyblade back down were covered in ice, which stopped their movements, just locking them in one position. The circling around the metal dish beyblade of Tala changed its direction, just rushing at the green blade with its maximum speed.
-"No, Draciel!" shouted Max in despair, and narrowed his sad eyes as Wolfborg slammed into an iced sculpture, knocking it out of the dish. Max's shocked eyes rolled down to look at his Draciel lying on the dirty ground of the stadium, right before his snickers, seeing the multiple cracks on its axis, sides and inside engine.
But the pin with Draciel's image was safe.
His grandmother's wish of the gift was safe.
-'Come here,' demanded the hiss, and Kai's lips parted right after the order. "Come here," he repeated in an empty emotionless whisper, stretching out his hand with a grasp on Black Dranzer, its core shining in a burning bright red glitter. And meters away from Kai, Draciel's core shined up and Max's eyes widened. "What's going on?" he questioned mostly himself, slowly knelt down on the ground and picked up his blade, still feeling quite numb from the cold and sorrow of losing. I let my team down…I let you down, Draciel. I'm so sorry, guys, he thought sadly, grabbed his fragile looking blade from the ground, still staring at the shining pin.
Really, what was going on? And the answer had followed.
A quiet distant cry sounded in Max's ears and moment after that the pin stopped shining and Max's big eyes widened even more, if it was possible, once he realized that he was looking into an empty, imageless blade.
Draciel was gone.
His hands started to tremble, his face turned white and deep down he felt ice. Heavy, cruel ice, much harsher than Tala's and it was weighting down. The dismay and sorrow started to take him over.
-"DRACIEL!" he shouted in out in despair and out loud, the loud cheering of the crowd going silent.
-"What's happening…is he alright…what's going…on?" people started asking in a whisper from each other, the stadium being taken over by a whispering quiet sound that reminded of the leaves under the strong wind. Even the narrators' had gone quiet.
Tala quickly jerked his head in the direction of Kai; the sound of Max's cry still ringing in his ears, staring at Kai with the unbelievable growing hatred. And not only at him - also at himself. What have I done? He thought angrily and clenched his fists. I've despised Boris all my life, and yet I do everything he wants me to do…I am nothing. I have no will I'm a wretched monster! He looked away from him and gazed at his pitiful defeated opponent on his knees and his team with Tyson in the lead, running over to him. And everything was still quiet.
-"Alright, AJ, is it me or am I…confused?"
-"That's not only you, Brad, the whole stadium is confused! Anyhow, for the battle for the title of the next world champion…is no one else but Tyson and Kai!"
The crowd couldn't stay silent forever either. Once the narrators had sounded, it was again taken over by the loud shouts, cheering and screaming for two of the most powerful beybladers in the world.
Everyone's heart would have filled with joy from such pride, glory and happiness, but little did people know about what it really felt like.
Kai didn't feel, saw or heard anything under the totalitarian control of Black Dranzer, and Tyson was too shaken with Max's attitude and a sudden disappearing of Draciel. How did that happen?
And now it was all up to him to win against the equally strong blader now, up to him again and once again.
It was Kai and him.
The best battles were only with Kai, the best action, equality, tension and excitement of the real beyblade had always been only with him.
But he didn't feel the same at the moment. Something just felt different and not the same once his gaze traveled to Kai, who seemed more dead and uncaring than ever. But it was probably nothing as usual…
-"Take care of him," Tyson whispered as bent to Ray and Ray, still exhausted marginally, nodded understandingly, taking a hold of Max's shoulder and pulling him back up on his feet. Kenny and Hilary helped Max to get back up as well, not wasting any time of getting out the stage to their bench as the final and last battle this year was starting already.
The new arena was starting to lift up and it was quite surprising for how long could the crowd of the super beyblade fans literally scream out for hours, without ever breaking their voices.
Tyson walked up to his stand at the arena and closed his dark eyes, reaching for the launcher and cold metal blade- Dragoon. Let's do this, Dragoon, give me all of your power and strength, and make me proud the way you always did. Let's win.
-'Show him the power of the real champion,' whispered the voice around him and Kai felt the vice pulling him up from the bench with the same tight grasp. 'Use me and forever be victorious.' And Kai complied without any hesitation and second thoughts of course, and started to finally make his way to the middle of the stadium, where Tyson was already waiting for him and the battle of the year to begin.
Kai wished he could stop grinning without any reason. He wished he could rise his head up and finally be able to see something more than just the bright dark blue light around the shadow standing nearby. And he also wished that he could be able to try to understand what was going on around him at that moment and hear something more than the surrounding him whisper of control and power.
-'No, don't push me away. We need each other and we were made for each other…nothing must matter to you now except me and power. Isn't it what you really want?'
Was it or wasn't it? He didn't know, he couldn't make up his mind, but more exactly – he wasn't let to do that and though knowing it, he didn't fight it. It was like an amnesia, one moment he was thinking and questioning his own moves that he didn't seem to be doing, and another moment he was forgetting about what he was thinking before and was continuing to obey. Obey who, by the way?
But who cares?-
'I've…fallen for you, no wonder everyone adores you so much, Kai,' sounded a quiet, sad and unsure voice. So familiar and yet so unknown and distant. 'You didn't feel the same, I would never believe that you did and the memory of all of that saddened me so much…that I suppressed it, forgetting everything.' The voice was…girlish. But yet, he was not sure anymore as the seconds, minutes or maybe even hours or days were passing him right now and Kai found it increasingly hard to understand anything more, remember or even to think.
'Why hadn't you stopped me from leaving, Kai?' the voice sounded again and it was now full of despair and for a moment Kai actually thought that he saw the glitter of tears. 'Arw…' another voice sounded and faded away, without finishing what he had to say. 'Goodbye.'
Why did all of that was making him feel so heavy? He felt something weird and aching and started to try to figure it out, search for the answer, try to move…
-'No, stop. Stop doing that, I order you. Now launch!'
And he forgot what he was thinking about again. And stopped caring as well. His gloved hand reached for the launcher on his belt and plugged the beyblade into it, getting out the ripcord.
Tyson opened his eyes, quickly looked over the figure of his opponent and friend and frowned. It was Kai who stood there before him, but it wasn't really him. Tyson didn't know why, it just didn't feel like he was facing against Kai right now…more like someone or something else.
Kai never smiled like that, he smiled really rarely, and the grin that was now on his lips was more of a wild and mad one. His movements were not the same, Kai always stood tall, proud and confident. Now he was rumpled, stoop and reminding of someone who is really sick and had just been out of the hospital.
And real Kai would look at him, in his eyes.
Something was not right and Tyson knew it. But what was really?
-"Kai…" he had spoken and placed the Dragoon in the launcher, inserting the ripcord. He thought of asking him of what was happening to him, but decided not to. "Our strength is equal, but let's show these people the battle of the year they really crave to see!"
But that day nothing was the same or at least close to something that Tyson was expecting.
A quiet emotionless laugh sounded from Kai and in a midst of loud cheering, excitement and yells of the narrators…Tyson heard it and felt the danger growing.
-"No," Kai's lips parted to say and another set of laughing, now much louder, had followed.
-"What?" questioned Tyson unsurely and lowered the launcher down slightly. What was so funny? And why was Kai laughing? Why did he find something funny anyway?
No, this wasn't Kai for sure. It had something to do with Biovolt of course, but Tyson didn't know what. The feeling of danger was growing.
-"No, we are not equal," Kai said, his voice sounding not only uncaring and expressionless, but also double sided for some reason, except it sounded slightly distant and in a hiss. Tyson swore he heard two voices speaking, but he wouldn't let his imagination full him. "Not anymore," added the cold voice and a dry unpleasant laugh escaped after it, dragging all of the stadium's attention even more, people going quiet.
-"Uh," Tyson coughed with shock from such a surprising statement and partially looked down. And what he saw there shocked and horrified him immensely.
The arena was covered in the mirrored and at the same time, transparent surface, with a strong holding exterior that was made to hold on the power and pressure. The sun's bright beams were reflecting in it, sending the beams and lights of happiness around the stadium.
But it wasn't something that took Tyson's attention.
The reflection.
The reflection of Kai that was clearly shown on the cold crystal surface was not the same as its owner's. In the reflection, Tyson could see his opponent's stoop and dark figure and the most gigantic and dark power essence floating around and above him, wrapping its transparent dark ends around him fully.
It was a quintessence of a spirit that looked like a bird or more exactly black glittering phoenix, with which Tyson was too much familiar with to not be terrified.
-"Black Dranzer…no, no can't be. Kai…" the words that were escaping his mouth were quiet and reminded of a soft mumble. "How could you?" Tyson asked, looked up, his eyes full of despair, dismay and even hurt. How could you do this? I thought you never wanted to use it. You promised, Kai, you promised! Kai betrayed him and Bladebreakers so many times before…but trying to win with Black Dranzer again was something unbearable. "How could you?" he repeated, his voice changing from sad, weak and quiet to strong, loud, confident and most of all – angry.
Only power…he only thought of power. I don't matter to him. No one does.
-"You're not my friend anymore, Kai," Tyson shouted at him, feeling his eyes hurt and it was not only because of the sun's reflection. He was betrayed so much, Kai really did think of only power and it is known where Spencer's and Max's Bit-Beasts went. He took them away! "Can you hear me? You are not my friend, Kai!" He shouted out, grabbed the end of his cap and forwarded it on his eyes so the sun won't bother him anymore and again, while he was going to destroy. "YOU ARE MY ENEMY!!! LET IT RIP!!" he yelled out almost hysterically and launched Dragoon in the dish, the anger, hate and grief boiling in his veins rapidly.
And Kai coldly and uncaringly just launched Black Dranzer in the dish as well, not understanding any of the yells that were sent to him.
The crowd that had been waiting for this battle for over a year was both puzzled and confused. But the real beybladers that were there at the stand understood Tyson's fury, anger and sorrow. And the Bladebreakers were more than shocked and understandable about that. Kai was a real traitor. And not only with changing the teams whenever he felt like it…but also with playing with their trust, care and friendship.
The Black Dranzer was back and the person that held it was a traitor, who was just an empty vessel for the Dark Sacred Spirit. And both of them together were simply unbeatable.
I am trapped in my shadow, the own dimension of fear and horror, forever lost in the world of mind. Through the mirrored surface…there is a universe of freedom's passion – that is beyond the looking glass.