Title: Torment
Author: Kirie Hiiwatari
Rating: PG-13
Warning: See Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. Any and all unrecognized characters belong to me and only me.
Summary: See Chapter 1
"What's taking so long? Why hasn't he mentioned our 'punishment' yet? What the hell is going on in that disgusting mind of that perverted old man?!" The redheaded boy got up from where he sat and started pacing back and forth with Bryan's eyes on his every move.
"Hey! Tala! Sit down you're starting to give me a migraine!" Lavender eyes looked up at his troubled teammate, "I'm worried too, who knows what sick and twisted thing he is planning, but all we can do is wait and take it when the time comes. Okay?" Cerulean eyes stayed on the lavender blader, but fell to the floor in defeat when his words sunk in. He nodded. Tala took his seat next to Bryan.
The room was silent; none of the demolition boys moved or spoke. Tala stood up again and walked towards the door, he took hold of the handle, which was frozen to his touch, as he pushed down the handle the door opened slightly, he jumped back at the sudden movement. He expected the door to be locked. The redhead turned to look at his teammates; Bryan's eyes were still fixated on him watching his every move. He took a deep breath as he turned back to the door. A pale white hand took hold of the wooden frame and pulled the door towards him, his heart rate increased as the silence from the rest of the Abbey haunted the locker room where the Demolition Boys sat in silence, as they watched their team captain find their trainer.
"Tala...be careful. He could be anywhere, who knows what he is going to do with us. Remember whatever happens don't fight back!" Spencer spoke up for the first time since the end of the tournament. His deep blue eyes followed his captain out the door. Bryan shuddered at Spencer's suggestion of not fighting Boris back. He remembers Kai fighting back when he left the Bladebreakers and came back to the Abbey. Kai's punishment was sever, sick and twisted. Bryan shakes his head at the memory, he realizes the door is shut.
"Didn't Tala leave the door open?" Bryan asked the smaller blader who sat motionless next to him. He nodded. Bryan's eyes filled with concern for his fellow blader. 'Be careful...please be alright.'
'Why does the Abbey seem larger than usual?' Tala was four corridors away from the locker room now; there was no sign of movement within the building. The corridors were dimly lit; silence haunted the empty corridors. The rooms he checked were dark and no sound of ripcords or beyblades spinning at top speed. He sighed. He stopped to open the door on his left...no one there, took three steps to open the door on his right...no movement. He carried on trekking around the Abbey looking for its lost owners. His heart rate increased, he started to sweat, and his hands started to tremble as he neared Boris' office. The crimson blader stopped, 'Come on Tala, get a hold of yourself!' he mentally shook his head as he took the last few steps that took him to the door.
His hand neared the handle, but he automatically brought his hand back and spun round at the thought of footsteps, no one there, which surprised the redhead, 'what the hell is going on around here?' He breathed deeply with his back against the door. He turned to face the door; with no hesitation he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open.
The room was dimly lit the same brightness as the corridors. The desk held a few financial documents and Boris' fountain pen. The black leather chair was placed neatly under the desk, looked as if no one had ever used it. The bookshelf was stacked with books most of them marked at certain pages. Tala's cerulean eyes scanned the room. The walls were cream with red drapes and a red carpet. The decor went well with the mahogany furniture. He has never seen this room without Boris towering over him, without tears in his eyes...or both.
Tala made his way back to the door; he looked down the corridor, trying to figure out why there was no one in the Abbey. He gently closed the door behind him and started walking back to the locker room, until he was stopped in his tracks by a hand on his shoulder from behind him. "Going somewhere?" the whisper in his ear forced him to slowly turn round.
"Boris...?" Tala's eyes looked up into the gray eyes of the older man, but lowered when Boris grabbed hold of his collar and smirked at the defenseless boy. He was dragged back to Boris' office; the doors slammed shut behind them, followed by a soft click. The door locked.