Goddess: Well, here we are once again Kai!
Kai: I'm gonna blast that damn red head if he even TOUCHES Tyson!!!
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Kai: Are you gonna get on with this or not?!?!
Goddess:Uh....yes....I don't own beyblade, but if I did....
Kai: Ignore her, she's a prat
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As the Sun rises into the sky, filling it with sun-drenched light, my crimson eyes open wearily, as I didn't have a very good sleep. I notice that I am lying down on my bed, still fully dressed in my normal outfit. I look down onto the floor and see Ray and Max sitting up probably very uncomfortable against the bed, fast asleep.
They must've stayed with me all night, probably to make sure that I didn't go looking for Tyson.
All I want is to know he's ok......
At least then I wouldn't worry so much......
"Kai, you awake buddy?" asks a semi-cheerful voice. Max stares up at me, just woken up from a most definitely rough slumber.
"Yeah......" I reply tonelessly, turning onto my back and staring up at the ceiling. 'Please Tyson, just be ok......' I call, silently.
"Look, we get the first clue today, right? It'll be ok, Tyson will be ok. Kai?" Max tells me, although I already know this.
"I hope we can find him......." I confess gently.
"So do I, and I always knew that you loved Tyson. What I don't understand is why you never told him!" Max tells me, taking me by surprise.
"Y....you knew about my feelings for Tyson?" I ask, turning to face the blonde blader.
"It was so obvious, the way you looked at him, the way you blushed whenever he spoke to you!" he chuckles and stands up. I blush slightly, lowering my head and feeling quite embarrassed but I try not to let it show.
I then get out of bed myself, walking to the window which is still wide open. I close it as there is a draft coming through, which is bitter and sends shivers through my body.
"Ah.....has the first clue come yet, you guys?" Ray questions, awakening from his place on the floor, rising so he is stood next to Max.
"No, not yet. But we'll be patient, they promised to send one and we're just going to have to be tolerant of that," Max answers, running his fingers through his thick flaxen locks.
I don't know how much longer I can be patient, though.....
What if they're lying about these so-called 'clues'? We could be waiting forever, trusting the Demolition Boys while they could be doing absolutely anything to Tyson!
"Come on...." I whisper desperately, praying that a sign will approach us soon.
Meanwhile....
A red head takes a rusty old key from his trouser pocket, smirking as he fits it into the lock of the door, which reads 'Guest'. He creaks the door ajar, peering into the pitch-black chamber where light shines on nothing and so nothing can be seen.
"Tyson?" Tala whispers into the dark, flicking up the light switch. A weak light flickers slightly up above, revealing a sleeping midnight haired boy lying on a beaten old mattress. He is covered by a pathetically thin sheet and is still fully clothed.
A pair of piercing cerulean eyes dance with amusement, as Tala draws nearer to the sleepy teen. He reaches into his pocket once again to return the chamber key, but also to pull another object from within it. It shimmers once in the dim illumination, and then he kneels down next to Tyson, a few wisps of his dark bangs falling in front of his deep brown eyes.
For once, he isn't snoring. Tala gently shakes the boy to wake him up, and surprisingly enough he does, groaning slightly.
"It's time to get up, sleepy head....." Tala speaks gently, removing his hand from the younger boy's body as he rubs his eyes sleepily.
"Wh....what time is it?" he asks, sitting up and pulling the sheet from his body.
Tala frowns, "Never you mind what time it is, you never ask questions. Understand?!" he speaks harshly, his eyes narrowing.
Tyson lowers his head and whispers, "Yes. Yes, I understand."
"And you may call me sir."
"Yes sir...." The midnight haired boy speaks gently in defeat.
"Good, now....." Tala draws the object from his side and rests it next to Tyson's bed, grinning maliciously.
Tyson stares at the reflective object, observing what it is exactly but not saying anything, in fear that he might be scolded.
It's a knife.
"This is a present for you, Tyson," Tala begins, picking it up and placing it in the younger boy's hand. He then looks up at him and speaks, "because I'm your friend."
"Th.... thank you sir," Tyson replies slowly, gazing at the polished dagger. He doesn't quite know what to use it for though, as there is nothing to cut.
"You're welcome," Tala answers, pulling the blader into his arms. He rests his crimson bangs on Tyson's midnight ones, taking in the sweet aroma of his new captive.
Tyson, still holding the blade, wraps his arms around Tala as he sighs. He nuzzles into the boy softly, his breathing angelic against the shoulder of the malevolent one.
"And, Tyson? Do you know what it is that you are meant to use this new gift for?" Tala questions tenderly, still holding the boy in his appendages.
Tyson shakes his head gradually, feeling unworthy of the new offering he has been bestowed with.
Tala smirks and then pulls away from Tyson, holding him at arm's length and taking the small yet sharp knife from his hand. "Well, you're meant to do this...."
The scarlet haired Demolition Boy raises the dagger above his pale underarm, and then brings it down upon himself, cutting through his skin slowly. It sounds like a tremendous ripping noise as a ruby red fluid seeps from the opening, dripping onto Tyson's covers as he watches hypnotically.
Tala's grin doesn't cease even if he does feel pain; he pulls the dagger out of him and places it back into the blue haired boy's grasp, sniggering slightly as he does so. Blood still trickles down his underarm, dripping drop by drop onto the fabric beneath him, but he doesn't care.
Neither does Tyson.
"Now....it's your go....." Tala tells his hostage, staring into those deep brown pools of Tyson's which reflect pure innocence and naivety; which are about to be torn apart by the visions of scarlet and crimson, flowing from within him.
"Yes sir...." He whispers, gazing at the dagger that is covered in the blood of his 'friend'. He raises it above his underarm, just like he had been taught.
Then back down.....
Concurrently...
"Where is it?!" I scream, slamming my fist on the table in my room.
"Don't worry Kai, It'll be here soon.....I hope....." Ray tells me sympathetically, although it doesn't help the situation.
Suddenly I hear a knock at the door, I run to it immediately, my heart pounding like it never has done before. I swing the entry open and there I see.....
Mr Dickinson.
"Oh, hello there, Kai! I can't talk long, I've just come to tell you that I have to leave Moscow for a few days. It's urgent BBA business and I'm afraid I'll have to leave immediately, but I will be back soon so enjoy your holiday."
My heart sinks, I hardly listen to a word this old man says. Luckily Ray comes to the door as well, taking in what I don't.
"Oh, right. We will Mr. Dickinson, don't you worry about us!" Ray tells him as cheerily as possible, trying his best not to let slip about Tyson most probably.
"Ah yes, and where are Max and Tyson?" he asks, peering behind us into my room, hoping for a glimpse of either of them.
"Hey, Mr. D!" a familiar voice calls from behind Ray and myself, Max being overly cheery.
"Hello there, Max. Where's Tyson?" the old man questions us happily.
Ray and Max look at each other while I stand silently, arms folded over my chest as per usual.
"He's uh....in the bathroom, yeah that's it!" Max explains, laughing almost nervously with one arm behind his head.
"Well, in that case just send him my regards, will you?"
"Will do, Mr.D. Have a nice trip!" Ray calls after him as he heads back down the hallway.
I walk back into the chamber, utterly unhappy as I take a seat on the bed and Max closes the door. There is an uneasy atmosphere among us, until suddenly a knife flies through the window that shatters the glass, we all drop onto the floor and cover our heads for safety.
This MUST be the first clue.
Once each shard of glass has fallen to the floor, I rise off the ground and see a note pinned against the wall, with the knife that had been thrown. I walk carefully across the glass, yet eagerly, trying not to cut myself but also trying to walk as fast as possible.
Ray and Max open their eyes slowly and push themselves off the floor, asking me if this is the first clue and what it says.
When I reach the wall, I drag the blade from within the wall and place it down on the table, then take the note in my hand and read it meticulously, analysing every word in great detail.
"What does it say then, Kai?" asks Max impatiently.
"It says 'Rock hard childhood,'" I read aloud.
Those malevolent bastards! How DARE they use this as a clue!
"Well, that doesn't give away an awful lot, does it?" Ray questions, raising his hand to his chin thoughtfully.
"Rock hard...childhood?" Max thinks audibly, murmuring the words out loud over and over again, until it becomes the rhythm of my heartbeat.
"Well, lets think about this logically, guys...." Ray begins, pondering his brain with endless questions.
I can't think.
I really thought they'd give us easier clues than this, but I can't give up. Not when Tyson is counting on me, all of us, to save him....
"What do you mean, Ray?" asks Max, cocking his head to the side, so that a few strands of flaxen hair falls in front of his face.
"Ok, rock hard? Maybe...maybe it's something stiff, or maybe something strong and determined?"
I look through the clue again, furrowing my brows in irritation.
"Child hood..." Ray mutters, his golden orbs searching around the room for no apparent reason, other than the fact that he's in deep thought.
"Well, Kai...try and think of something in your child hood that was rock hard...after all, you share the same past as the Demolition Boys right?" Max asks.
I do recall something like that, a cave or a type of cavern near the Abbey where we used to go in our free time. We used to have competitions to see who could break off the most rock in a minute, but it was always so strong none of us could do it, even with our beyblades...
"Well Kai? Anything come to mind?" Ray asks, peering intently at me for an answer.
I look up from the note, "I know a cave near here that sounds similar to the clue, rock hard childhood..." I confess, looking back to the two-worded clue.
"Well, in that case that must be right!" Ray exclaims happily.
"But...." I begin.
"But what, Kai? It's so obvious, we have all the evidence we need!" Max tells me optimistically, not really thinking the situation all the way through.
"But I don't think they would make it this easy for us, when I lived in the abbey with Tala, Spencer, Bryan and Ian...." I start, placing down the letter and looking at my friends, "we used to go there in our free time, when we weren't being forced to beybattle."
"So....? It doesn't make a difference; perhaps they wanted to bring back memories so you wouldn't want to go back there? I bet they've planned doing this to you, Kai!" Ray tells me, overly confident that he's right.
"But Ray, we still don't know for sure, and for all we know-" Max begins, before I cut him off.
"Maybe Ray IS right, I mean we're no use to Tyson just standing here, are we? We might as well be out looking for him, and we still have two more days left....." I say, trying to put a bright side on things.
The truth is, I can't face what would happen if we are wrong.
"Kai's right, Max," Ray explains to the blonde, "we should look at that cave today, and then we can at least say that we've tried."
"Tried?!" I shout, angrily. "Look, Ray, we ARE going to find him and there is NO WAY that I'm giving up! Come on, we're doing no good here. Let's just get out of this place...." I say, before pulling on my jacket and stuffing the clue into my pocket.
I head for the door, Ray and Max following closely behind.
Meanwhile.....
A heavy panting fills the 'Guest' room, rivers of scarlet flow from the worn out body that has been fatigued by loss of blood. Cerulean eyes dance excitedly under the faint light as they watch the fluid drain from the younger boy's arms.
"There, there Tyson.....doesn't that feel better?" Tala torments, a wicked grin spreading across his wolf like face.
"Y...yes sir..." the midnight haired boy replies weakly, completely under the crimson haired teen's control. Tala had recently lit a few sticks of incense, which had been burning in the corner for at least half an hour.
The scent wouldn't affect the Demolition Boy, but rather the innocent victim that lay before him. The redhead runs his pale fingers through Tyson's thick midnight locks, admiring his demise of power.
"Tala?" a voice calls from the door gently, it's Bryan.
The blader turns round instantly and lifts himself off the floor, leaving Tyson to close his eyes and fall into a nightmare filled slumber.
"Yes, what is it, Bryan?" he replies, walking stealthily over to his fellow teammate.
"I've sent out the first clue, and Kai has already left the accommodation to search for us," the lavender haired boy informs the team captain.
"And where is he headed? Not here, is he?"
"No, no Tala. He's doing exactly what you said he would, he's going to that cave near the edge of Moscow."
Tala sniggers slightly at this, flicking his red hair back over his ear, "Good, then Tyson and I will have more time to.....bond."
"Quite so. Do you need anything else?" the blader questions.
"I was wondering, could you bring Spencer in?"
"Yes, I'll just go and get him for you," Bryan answers, before heading back out the door and down the hall. He then turns around to look at Tala, "Just out of curiosity, why do you need him?"
"All in good time, Bryan....."
Bryan nods, and then continues his journey to the Demolition Boys' private chamber. The red head turns back to face Tyson, closing the door behind him and then walking over to the now sleeping teen.
He watches as blood still seeps occasionally from the boy's wounds, smirking dissolutely as he enjoys the vibrant colours of light crimson against deep scarlet. He then checks his own injury, seeing that it has healed almost instantly, he sits back down next to Tyson.
The door opens as a tall blonde walks in, a well-built teen that wields one of the 'borg' bitbeasts. "Hey, Bryan said you wanted to see me, Tala," he says, closing the entrance as he strolls in casually.
"Yes, that's correct," the red head replies, not bothering to turn around and face his team member.
"Well?"
"Well, I know that in the World Championships you were the one who defeated Kai....and I was wondering...." This is when he turns round, smiling sinfully as he usually does. "Could you do it, again?"
Spencer also shares Tala's smirk, "Sure, no problem."
"And while you're at it, take Dranzer from him, will you? He doesn't deserve to keep it...." Tala explains, turning back to Tyson.
"Right, I'll head to the cave, shall I?"
"Yes, Kai has already set off for there so you'd better be fast."
"I'll be back soon," Spencer clenches his fist, before opening the door and exiting the room. "Dranzer in hand...."
Tala sniggers, and then once again runs his long pale fingers through the locks of his detainee, careful not to wake him. "Everything is going according to plan, my friend. And when you wake up, you'll be more than just my friend....."
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