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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
His feet were killing him with every step and it felt difficult to breath from exhaustion, but Kai just pushed himself harder and harder. People gave him strange looks as he ran past them, and he heard a few question each other why he was running around in the rain. He didn't care, the Dojo wasn't far away. "Please be okay..." he thought desperately as he ran in the gate.
"Tyson?" Kai called as he opened the front door, looking around in confusion. He took a slow step forward and narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong. "Tyson?" he called again, more worried this time as he walked quickly down the corridor. He entered the living room and froze.
There was broken glass all over the floor, the window smashed. All the furniture was either toppled or damaged, in short the place was a mess. Kai scanned the room, until he noticed something on the ground. He walked forward, glass crunching under his shoes, and reached down, picking up the object. Tyson's Beyblade. Looking along the floor, Kai tightened his grip on the Beyblade as he noticed a small pool of blood trailing towards the window. "No..." He whispered to himself, breaths becoming shaky with fear.
He tightened his grip on the bars as one of the guards walked over, not in fear but in anger. As the guard was walking, he drew something from behind him and swung it forward. Tyson cried out in pain as a sickening crack sounded and excruciating pain shot through him. He pulled his hands away from the bars and held his left had with his right.
While Tyson's grip had been tightened on the bars, the guard had struck his hand with a bat, breaking his fingers instantly when crushing them between the club and the bars. Panting heavily from shock and pain, he put pressure on the centre of his palm with his right thumb and shut his eyes tight. Why he did this he didn't know, but it seemed to ease the pain. He stumbled back slightly, and sat on the floor, taking in sharp breaths through his gritted teeth.
"Now maybe you'll listen when we tell you to shut up." was the guards on comment, before he turned away and returned to his post. Tyson was shivering from pain now, but it was uncontrollable. He shuffled back into a corner and pulled his knees close to his chest, still not taking pressure off his hand and he hung his head, trying to collect himself again.
He opened his eyes, but kept them narrowed in pain. "Kai... where are you?" He didn't care if Kai wasn't there, he was alone and scared, afraid of what could happen to him. He needed his brother now more then ever.
Holding up his Beyblade, Dranzer appeared before him in a blaze of glory, ready to transport his blader to his destination. Odd as it was to be going back to Russia, Dranzer nodded at his masters command and spread his wings, taking flight and darting westwards at an alarming speed.
The sound of the cell door opening snapped Tyson out of his thoughts, but he kept his head down, listening carefully for voices. All he could hear where whispers, but he was so tired from the cold... he wanted to go to sleep, but he was afraid to. He groaned in pain and annoyance as he looked up, catching a blurry glimpse of Voltaire Hiwatari before a fresh pain shot through him from his hand.
He yelped and tried to pull his hand away, but the other man hand a firm and painful grip on his hand. The man's hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, causing him to yell in pain again, but the man was unfazed by Tyson's desperate pleas for him to stop. A few tears of pain escaped him and he shut his eyes tight, trying desperately to stop, but the pain was unbearable.
"Broken," The man said simply to Voltaire, grabbing Tyson's hand in his own and forcing his fingers together, causing Tyson to yell in pain. It was no surprise to the doctor, the bones in his hand where shattered, split in half across them most likely. The doctor had been told not to waste his time in fixing Tyson up to much, so his simply pulled his hand, hopefully getting the bones into the right position, and tying a quick bandage around the boys hand, leaving his thumb free. He let go of Tyson's hand and stood up, walking out of the cell without a bother.
Tyson gasped for breath shakily, tears still falling as he almost sobbed from the pain. He hugged his hand to himself, eyes shut tight and shivering in pain. He couldn't take the excruciating pain anymore, nor the exhaustion, and leaned into the corner of the room, eyes shut tight, as he allowed the darkness to consume him.
"Yes sir.. Um, Voltaire? What are you planning to do with Tyson?" Tala questioned as he locked the door leading into the cells. He ran to catch up to Voltaire and handed the key to his boss, shoving his hands in his pockets as he awaited an answer.
"Kai is the strongest Blader we have, I whither it costs a worthless life or not, I want him back in my army." Voltaire explained simply. "Besides, it's getting boring around here, we need someone to torture, maybe it'll liven up the days." Voltaire chuckled and looked at Tala. "Don't you agree?"
"Yes sir." Tala nodded, straightening up. Whether he agreed or not, he had to. Either that or he'd be in Tyson's position.
"Good... now back to your training." Voltaire snapped, walking into his office. He sat down at his deck and picked up a profile on Kai, grinning. "He'll be back, there's no doubt about that." He mumbled to himself. "But in the meantime, just so when he comes back he will agree to rejoin, lets give him something to be guilty for..." He picked up a phone receiver and pressed a few buttons. After a few seconds a voice answered at the other end. "Pick a torture and visit cell 186... make sure it's a lasting one..."
To Be Continued
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