Response to Reviews:
ducky76: Glad yaz liked it Sorry it took so long... nearly to months?! I'm such a bad person...
Ulrich's wolf Guardian: Sorry for the long wait, but glad yaz like it ; Sweetangel: Welp, it's late, but at least it's updated ;
White Wolf: OOC is pretty important in the story.. but I try and stay true to the character only they change slightly. Unlike the second series, what the heck did they do to Kai?! Kai gets nicer, and Tyson turns into a totally unsensitive bugger. I liked 1st series him! ... heehee, sorry ;
Bloody Mary: Huggles tyson too Don't let the torture fool you, Tysons me fave char! But I have a habit of being mean to my fave charrys... meh shrugs hope yaz like the chappy!
phoenix the 1st: Glomps Tyson He's me fave! Along with Kai of coarse. I know peeps say Tyson's a dope, but I like him as a dope I mean, how boring would it be if he was sensible? No comedy! Heehee, anyvay, Tala's cool too. Sorry for the late update.
dragona15: Lol, welp, I'm trying to make this a bit of a torture fic, so I'm glad yaz like
Blader Fairy Everlasting: Well I thought the whole thing of him becomin' blind was self-explantary, but I'll put a little thing in to make it easier to understand.
Shaedowe: Lol, the idea of them being brothers came from their hair ; I know, tis sad, but in one episode in the 1st series their hair was the said coloursin, just reverted. Heehee, welp, hope yaz like the chappy!
Dragi: Thanks for the good luck, but I feel bad for leaving it so late... sorry!
Ashla: Um... asap... right... a month and a half ok?
Arashi Doragon: Yay another person who likes Tyson Sorry, it's just peeps don't seem to like him for some reason... meh, glad yaz liked the story Thankies for reviewing!
chaos: Mwahaha! Torture is good! Looks over to see the characters running away Oh damn, gotta go catch 'em before the story starts. Takes out a GIANT butterfly net and chases after them. Thanks for da review!
Rei Tamashii: OK! Blackrose: 'fraid yaz'll have to read to find out ; Glad yaz like it!
Bbgohan2001: The rest of the team are off in Japan/China I guess ; I'll ry bring 'em in later I suppose Glad ya like!
star's dreams: Yupyup, Kai be mad! But then... well, see for yourself
Jouka no Kou: Welp, the end will be decided when it comes round Thankies for da review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
"Tyson..." Kai turned to face the boy, who had closed his eye's now and had his head down. What kind of joke was this? "Tyson quit kidding around." Kai mumbled. No way could this be true.
"Kai... I'm not..." Tyson whispered, his voice shaky. He looked up, but Kai could see his vision was focused in no way. He stared blankly ahead, taking in shaky, fearful breaths. "I can't... It's all.... dark."
"He's not joking Kai."
Kai spun around and narrowed his eyes. Voltaire stood in front of him, grinning, with his arms behind his back. "Stay away..." Kai whispered threateningly, standing his ground and withdrawing his Beyblade from his pocket, gripping so tight with anger the blades on the side cut a thin line in his hand.
Voltaire smirked, in such a positive way it made Kai's blood boil. "Do you not remember Tyson? What do you remember before waking up?"
"You don't have to answer him." Kai whispered, glaring harder at Voltaire.
"I remember... two people, I've never seen them before..." Tyson began, but it was clear he was speaking more to himself then Kai or Voltaire. "They... they got some sort of hot metal thing... I don't really remember what happened, just them, grinning... what did they do to me...?"
"Put two and two together Granger," Voltaire chuckled slightly as the two teenagers remained silent. "They where aiming for your eyes Tyson, and succeeded, you'll never see again."
Kai's eye's grew wide and his blood ran cold. With heat like that, there was no way Tyson was ever going to recover. His eyes grew wide when Tyson collapsed to his knees, but only when he knelt next to him, he noticed the tears streaming down his brother face. "Tyson..."
"So Kai, are you willing to come back to Biovolt?"
Kai froze momentarily before glaring venomously at Voltaire. Was he serious? After what he just did he expected Kai to come back to Biovolt? The very thought made him nauseous. But, before he could answer with a smart comment, Voltaire spoke up.
"There are guards at ever entrance, security that could kill you in an instant, Beybladers with Bitbeasts that overpowers yours easily... we could have you caught in seconds if you attempted an escape." Voltaire hissed quickly, but in an amused tone. "And if you did... Tyson would be the one to suffer."
Kai's eyes grew wide and he looked over at Tyson, who was crying uncontrollably, hugging his arms, eyes shut tight. Voltaire worded the thoughts in his mind.
"Remember your childhood Kai?" Voltaire whispered harshly. "Or even your life here now. Remember the scalding of boiling water? The harsh treatment received with a whip? The feeling of helplessness, pain... and fear? You've been through every level of that Kai, and you brother will go through the same, tenfold.... if you try to escape."
Kai's breaths became uneven as fear erupted inside him. It was true, he was more afraid of his past and the abbey then anything else in the world, and the thought of Tyson going through even a slight amount of what he'd been through scared him beyond belief.
His vision, which was blank from thought, focused on Tyson. He wrapped his arms around his little brother and hugged him, something he wondered if he'd ever done in his life. Tyson hugged back and cried into his shoulder, still trying to cope with the news of his new disability. Kai felt his eyes tear up and shut them tight, hugging his little brother and rocking him back and forth slightly to try and calm him down. He would not cry, he would not give them the satisfaction. "Never cry..."
Voltaire chuckled in amusement at the broken spirited boys in front of him. "Well Kai?" He asked when they started to calm down. "Are you ready to join Biovolt, or will you put yourself, and your brother, back in that danger again?"
Kai swallowed hard and looked back at Voltaire, who toward above him. The man was grinning down at him, shadows cast over his face, giving him a sinister appearance. It brought back memories. Horrible memories. He felt like a child again. A scared little boy under the mercy of his evil grandfather, praying to be spared from the mans wrath, to be left to go to sleep for once with old injuries, and not new. He lowered his head. "I am..." he said in a low and fearful voice, rather childlike and unlike his own.
Voltaire chuckled, louder still as he saw Kai tense up at his cold laugh. Kai was helpless again, fear turning him into a pawn for world domination. "Perfect..."
"Yes sir..." Kai answered, his tone dead, eyes unfocused, as he walked into the room. Well, that was it. Two days ago, he felt he was finally free from Voltaire's hand, that he could find his family and home and never have to worry about the Hiwatari name again. But now that dream had dissolved, leaving him to face the harsh nightmare of reality and his inevitable fate.
"I'm a tool. That's what I was born to be..."
Kai shivered noticeably as he entered the room. It was the very training hall where he had collapsed mere days before, where the most difficult training took place. Looking around, he couldn't control his unmistakable emotions. He was afraid.
A sharp pain erupted in his shoulder the same moment a loud crack was heard. Stumbling forward slightly at the unexpected assault, Kai looked back at his attacker. It was one of the same men that had left Tyson blind, but Kai didn't know that. His weapon of choice was one Kai was, unfortunately, very familiar with. The man raised the whip, a proud smirk on his face. "Get to work Kai, you know the routine."
Swallowing hard, Kai nodded, withdrawing his Beyblade and launcher. He launched the Beyblade into the stadium expertly, but Voltaire still was not satisfied. Kai cried out as he received a powerful blow to his back, forcing him to his knees. He heard numerous voices taunting him, ordering him.
An hour passed. Two hours past. And still then refused to let up on Kai's training. Blood drenched his clothes, his usual white scarf different shades of red from dried and fresh blood. They where torn and stained, blood pouring down from a dangerous attack, which had narrowly missed his left eye. The pain had immobilized him for a few minutes, before he had been lifted mercilessly to his feet.
Gripping the ripcord of his Beyblade shakily, Kai looked back at the people around him. He himself was surprised he was still standing, he felt like an imortal murder victim. The blood covering him made him feel, not only weak and sluggish, but afraid. They where unfazed. How could they be? Where they not human? Didn't they have the slightest concern whither Kai lived or died?
Of coarse not...
Why should they worry?
He was only a tool after all... and experiment which could be disposed of at any time.
Kai coughed heavily, more blood splattering on the floor. His breathes where shaky, his body felt ablaze. The pain was consumed inside him, fighting to be known to Voltaire and his employees. Kai's eyes grew dark and he lowered his lands to his sides. He couldn't stand the pain any longer.
Voltaire frowned as his former grandson collapsed to his knees, dropping his Beyblade and launcher when his hands became limp.. What was going on? Kai's breaths, already heavy, speed up greatly, covering his face with his hands and closing his eyes. He was shivering in pain.
Kai could feel the pain rising inside him. He couldn't take it. Taking in a quick, deep breath he cried out, ignoring everyone and everything around him. All the pain inside him, the heartache, the assaults, the mental and emotional problems resulted from a life of torture and mistreatment, it all tore at him. He didn't realise he had taken another breath and continued to scream uncontrollably, nor did he realise the men where shaking him violently.
He was lost in a world of pain, hate and fear.
Blood poured down Kai's face like branches, giving a truly gruesome appearance to the Beybladers features. His once hard but determined maroon eyes where empty, devoid of all but one emotion. The fear in the boys eyes was made that much more satisfying the Voltaire by what was running down the boys face. He smirked at Kai, whispering harsh to him. "So the great Kai Hiwatari has finally cracked?" he taunted, letting go of Kai's hair.
Kai slouched forwards to his hands and knees, unnoticeably angered by the use of his old name. He could not find his voice; it was overcome by sobs as tears of pain and fear streamed down his face. For the first time in his life, he felt completely worthless.
"Take him away."
To Be Continued
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