A/n: Yeah! Someone actually read the first chapter! Well, the prologue too, but it doesn't really count. And I guess the typo DID get fixed, good.

Thank you Ashandra- reviewer number one

And PhoenixTears25 for reviewing as I asked her too… and actually liking it.

This is for you two!

Disclaimer: I own the three OCs which make themselves known in this chapter and the idea that inspired this fic, but Beyblade is sadly owned by someone MUCH richer than me.

Chapter 2: Dolls and Breakdowns Times Two

"You're wrong! They would never!" Wolf jumped from his position on the bed which happened to be the closest to the door, and slammed the metal barrier closed, leaning against it. 'Phoenix would never abandon me.'

"Abandon us?! Yeah, right."

Panther was confused. Brushing his wavy brown hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back, he looked over at Coyote and smiled. He watched as the boy restlessly fingering his sheets.

Yes, Coyote, Panther, Wolf, Cheetah, Snake and Seaborg were positive the guard was lying or at least out of his right mind. Well, almost positive.

Back at Aott

"We have to free them. We have to."

"We will Kai, we will. First though, you have to tell us where we are freeing them from."

"Biovolt Abbey-"

"Has been searched Kai, many times."

"You didn't let me finish. Biovolt Abbey has an entire underground complex. Have you searched that?"

"There is no such complex beneath Biovolt, Kai, that much construction would have been reported."

Phoenix groaned. This man hadn't heard a word he had just said.

"Look, I just came from there and have no desire to return anytime soon, but that's where my team is, and we stick together through everything. I am not leaving them there. So with or without your help I'm breaking them free."

'Hang on Wolf; I'll get you outta there. The rest of you guys too.'

"You're right. I really don't have any proof that what you say is a lie, so we'll go get your friends." '- and my grandson, anything is worth it, if I could just get a glimpse of him.'

"Come on boys, there is much to do before we can leave." The old man rose from his seat behind the desk and briskly walked out to the hall, his two visitors flanking him.

Back at the Abbey

The redhead glanced at his roommates, five other teens, at most only one year older than his decade and a half, at least, maybe a year or two younger.

Snake would be that afore-mentioned least. At what was likely to be fourteen years of age, he was still rather short. The only thing that kept him from passing as twelve was his calculating gaze that few preteens could master. His dark indigo hair chopped short, was held out of his face by his ever-present goggles which rarely- if ever framed his green eyes, to sit on the large nose he had been cursed with.

The other mentioned extreme would be Seaborg, the only one out of the eight to have an official license, though each knew how to drive, albeit, maybe not well. As the opposite of Snake, Seaborg was slightly taller than the rest with dirty blond locks kept out of his eyes by some sort of strange headgear. He was built broad, and looking at him, you would never imagine this teen to ever be classified as 'elite', let alone believe he was capable of individual thought. Never mind him being able to comprehend situations and dangers quick enough to keep others out of harm's way, or manipulate an opponent into it.

Coyote was their technical genius. He loved hacking into mainframes, and screwing around with technology. Formerly known as Zarin Taulk, he had always been…. Shy. Not one to demand something be done, instead he always ended up carrying the orders out. Yet Biovolt had given him confidence (a/n: one of the VERY few good acts it has to it's name) and now he managed to order around those beneath his station- if he had to. Yet among equals and superiors, he was meek, obedient Coyote, a whipped dog.

Another boy, Panther, was Coyote's idol. Usually cool in tense moments with the director, Panther could take a licking and keep on ticking. And give a comical commentary of it afterward. While Biovolt had toughened Coyote, who was originally from a rich home, enveloped in silk, Panther had been from a streetwise family. The Vishwar's, Renen in particular seemed always to be on the wrong end of their fights. Biovolt morphed his rogue spirit into an accomplished soldier.

The last of his present companions, Cheetah, could hardly remember what sort of home he had, yet was sure it was closer to Coyote's rather than Panther's. Short chocolate hair, a few shades darker than Panther's, yet not quite ebony, curled around themselves in gentle waves. Curious blue orbs peeking out from beneath his fringe. He was built solid, but light and there was no extra weight on him anywhere. Chrystopher Caharin, as he could remember being called, could run his designated laps and still feel fresh- just like the rest of them- yet he could do it in considerably less time. He simply, loved to run. Yet, he would never in all his life, be able to run away from a teammate in need. None of them could, that was what made them so close, what made them trust each other enough to reveal their true names to each other.

Then there was himself, Tala Ivanov, the Wolf- lone wolf. The fire coloured hair and contrasting icy blue eyes showed his complete individuality. Being different suited him just fine, not that he went out of his way to be contrary, but he stood up for what he believed in. Not that Boris ever saw any other part of him except for the subservient part. Once back in his dorm, Wolf would let loose his strong opinions and set them all laughing with vivid descriptions of what he'd like to do to Boris one day. Yet Wolf was slightly jumpy, and rightfully so. Lately he had seen too many heads turn his way for his liking, especially when most of those heads belonged to instructors, and sometimes the director himself. But those rather frightening thoughts were so far kept to himself, so far all they had done was watch him, and he could live with that.

Tala's thoughts turned to his teammates that were strangely absent, Falcon or Bryan Kyznetsov and Phoenix, aka Kai Hiwatari- another two that you could pick out in a crowd. The first with his pale violet locks and silvery eyes and the second with his double-toned blue hair coupled with fiery orbs that held secrets from prying eyes. Secrets he desperately wanted to know. But now was not the time to ponder what the pyro Phoenix was hiding from him, no, it would only etch deeper into his consciousness that Kai was not here, with him.

Tala turned back to his teammates, smiling softly at the still-fidgeting blond, who had pulled the light sheet and blanket to his chest. Making his customary glance over the rest, he found Panther's eyes on the nervous Coyote and his grin widened. Coyote never had been good at reading people, while he, himself was an expert. He could see the carefully hidden… affection the boy had for the slight blond. A flash of envy struck him, Phoenix would never look at him that way. And then Tala sighed, he was happy for the two of them, really he was, but he turned towards the others anyway. Snake and Seaborg had an… unofficial relationship as well. Nothing serious, there was much teasing and a few simple gestures involved, but the thought was there. Another green-tinged wave crashed over him and he forced his eyes onward to the last of his companions, Cheetah. Chrys looked almost as dazed as he felt. Relief flooded Tala; here was a temporary respite from the lovebirds he was with.

Walking over he joined the boy on the floor beside Cheetah's bed. (A/n: no, he did not fall off, he sat there on purpose.)

"Hey, what 'cha thinking about?" Tala leaned over so he could talk to the other teen without disturbing the rest.

Startled, Cheetah's head shot around, cracking his skull off Tala's, leaving them both watching the stars that circled them.

"Urgh, what was that for?" Tala however was just playing around with him.

"Hn. Whatever." He borrowed Phoenix's trademark phrase, hoping to get Wolf to smile. Much to his surprise though, the ice blue pools darkened.

"Hey, Wolf what's the matter?" Chrys's tone alerted the other's to his worry. Yet they didn't confront him, if he didn't start talking, within a few days they'd butt in. Always better to give him a chance to talk on his own first.

"I- its nothing. Nothing."

"That sounds as if you're trying to convince yourself. You can tell me, I won't let the others know. You can trust me."

The trust part broke Wolf down. So with a sob, he launched himself onto Cheetah's chest, clutching his shirt and shaking.

"I-I don't understand!"

The others almost joined them at that point, but a sharp look from Chrys told them that he was handling it, and they quickly exited the room.

"What don't you understand Tala?"

You didn't use names in the abbey unless you had a real good reason. For a guard or instructor to have heard him would have meant lashes for both of them, hence, you did not give a person your name unless you knew you could trust them.

"Why do they all keep looking at me like that?! Why do I get so jealous when I see Coyote and Panther or Snake and Seaborg? Why?! Why can't Phoenix just- I don't even know what I want him to do!"

"Wait a sec, who's looking at you, what way?"

"The older students, the guards, the instructors, even the director! They look at me as if I'm" 'No! That's my problem, that's not important.'

Chrys was chilled to the bone, maybe even beyond. He knew Wolf had looks, you'd be blind if you didn't see it, but how had he not noticed that they had started lusting after him? He'd be inclined to believe that Tala was lying, but in this state, Wolf didn't seem to be able to, besides, Wolf always had been better at reading people than him.

Tala glanced up at the clock, already sure his internal one was correct, yep. Damn. He was going to be late. The others had gone the day before, but he had had punishment, so he was to get checked over today. He didn't know why Falcon had made such a fuss over him going at a different time, it wasn't as if they talked during the examinations.

He stood and wiped his eyes, using his sleeves to scrub the tear marks off his face. The only who seemed to know was Kai. Phoenix was closer to Bryan than he was to him. The very thought made his heart wrench, so he pushed it aside as he left.

Walking away from a stunned and confused Cheetah.

He pushed through the double, steel doors, ready to have his body poked and prodded. Wolf was glad to have something else to concentrate on besides his little breakdown, he just didn't have the energy or tolerance to deal with the stress those thoughts gave him.

The medic was waiting for him by the metal table at the other end of the main room. Knowing that if he took his time he'd probably just make the man annoyed, Tala increased his pace slightly. Coming to a stop in front of the older male, he lifted his shirt up and over his head, which messed up his hair, unbeknownst to him, just making himself even more desirable.

But the personnel knew this boy was not to be his, so he reached for the prepared syringe and pushed the needle into the pale skin in the teen's arm.

Immediately Tala felt woozy, and after a moment blacked out completely. He awoke barely ten minutes after, in a room he had never seen before. Strong handcuffs bound his right arm to a… bedpost?! (A/n stop reading now to skip the uhh, FUN part.) Just now noticing dark crimson silk sheets and ebony pillows, he shivered. His pants were gone, he was clad only in his boxers.

The door opened and in stepped the director. A blank, cold mask fell over Wolf's features as his eyes took in the slimy man, some twenty years his senior.

Smirking, the greasy abbey master climbed onto his silken-clad bed, next to the boy who would soon scream for him.

"Don't you dare touch me, you bastard!" Outwardly he was calm, sure of himself, but he was wracking his brain for any hints as to how to halt the actions the director was taking. He didn't even receive a haughty response.

Silently Tala commanded his legs to strike the evil grin off the man's ugly face. And was momentarily confused when they didn't obey. Then he realized it wasn't because he couldn't move them, it was because well, okay, he couldn't move them, Boris had them trapped under his bulky frame. So with narrowed eyes he flung his free arm at the offensive, superior smirk that still marred the elder's visage, morphing it from ugly to plain demonic, and quite abruptly found his last free limb captured. A strong hand gripped his wrist, while the second lazily reached up and trapped his fingers. Tala watched with stunned incomprehension as Boris's tongue flicked out and ran along his hand. Then Boris turned away from that ploy and releasing the delicate digits, he traced himself a path through the scarred battlefield, before ripping away the boy's only appeal to modesty.

Tala couldn't help it. He whimpered. Exactly like a scared puppy. And Boris hadn't even touched him yet.

The wandering hand fondled and caressed all the child had to offer, before trembling lips were crushed by invading ones, his jaw pried apart and his dark cavern searched. Wolf whimpered even more. He couldn't even concentrate on not screaming anymore, couldn't force himself not to make a sound like he could during punishments. He'd never be able to look anyone in the eye after this. The fragile doll was already cracked.

Raving needs already too strong, Balkov fumbled with his own clothes for a moment before flipping the terrified boy over and slamming into him. Hearing his wished for bloodcurdling scream that ripped out of his doll's throat.

(A/n: It is now safe for those of you who wish to skip the ugly parts. I've never been through any of this… so don't blame me if it sounds unrealistic… and if it does, blame the fics I've read.)

While the doll's crack spidered across the already marred surface.

"At least I want you, unlike your precious Phoenix… he left you all alone didn't he? He left with Falcon, not you, no?" The words hissed into his sensitive ear, accompanied by a lick.

That was it. He deserved to die. The porcelain doll crashed to the bottom, shattering into thousands of fragments, each mirroring the broken soul.

Emotional exhaustion became to much and Tala blacked out, not even wondering how Boris knew that he wanted the Phoenix.

later, still at the abbey

The Elites dragged their tired feet back to their dorm. Or what was left of them anyway. Phoenix and Falcon were still missing, and Wolf hadn't shown up like he should have after his monthly once-over. One look into their room silenced all the complaints that had started to issue out of mouths that suddenly went dry.

There was their captain, clad in a pair of white boxers they hadn't known that he owned, with blood soaking through them, along with his sheets. Bruised wrists were in clear view, as were his still-puffy lips. Tear streaks ran down each cheek.

Dumbfounded they slowly walked in, Spencer and Renen turning the younger two away, they couldn't take the sight of this. So Cheetah walked alone to Tala's side and knelt. Gently he shook the Wolf's shoulder and suppressed a relieved sigh when Tala's eyes opened. Then he took a second glance at them, but his captain averted his orbs, staring at the covers on his hard bed.

"Tala? Tala look at me!"

But the ice pools shut and a choked sound issued from his closed lips. He turned away and tried to roll over, but hands held onto first his shoulder, then his chin, forcing him to present his face to the concerned teammate. But his eyes stayed firmly closed, even as crystal tears broke through flawed gates to parade down his cheeks once again.

with Phoenix and Falcon, slightly before the above scene

'Finally!' It had taken hours, but they were going to they abbey. They just hoped their teammates were okay.

A/n: And that's the end of chappie two. rereads hmm, Tala's a bit OOC, huh? I hope thats okay. Please Review, okay?