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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'

Chapter Eleven - The Rescue

It was unusual to dream under heavy anaesthetic, at least to Kai it was. Then again, he had never been under anaesthetic before, so what did he know? He groaned and opened his eyes, shutting them tight again as a bright, warm light shone down on him. Confused, he sat up rather quickly, and rubbed his eyes. It was only then he realised how short his arms where. Opening his eyes fully, he looked at his hands. To his surprise he recognised his hands where that of a younger child and, looking himself over, he realised he, himself, was a child.

He he stood he was merely a few feet tall, in his baggy denim overalls and peach shirt. The area he stood in was a forest, but there was no one else around. He began to feel unusually worried at that. Where was-

"Hey Kai!"

Spinning around, Kai noticed a four-year-old Tyson hanging off one of the branched or a tall tree. He found half his mind thinking 'He's going to hurt himself!' while the other half wondering 'How'd he do dat?'

'How'd he do dat?' What kind of grammar was that? "Ty whacha doin'?" he almost jumped at the childish, slightly pitched voice that escaped him, along with a childish accent to suit. Tyson merely looked at him in confusion and let go of the branch, falling into a large pile of leaves.

"Looksin' for you." Tyson said, tilting his head at his older brother. He was silent for a moment, then smiled brightly. "Wanna play?"

"Otay!" Kai found himself agreeing in an overly enthusiastic tone, and with a light poke in the shoulder he was dubbed 'it'. Soon began to enjoy himself and they unusually game of hide-and-tag, his more conscious half feeling utterly ridiculous, but couldn't help but enjoy the memory.

But Kai's happiness is never long-lived.

The whole dream seemed to freeze, causing Kai to stopped dead in his tracks and look around in confusion. There was a soft rumbling, then the image of his surroundings shattered like glass. He tried to shield himself, but the glass simply dissappeared, leaving him in a void of darkness. Moving his arms from in front of him, he gasped in horror. He was no longer a child anymore, but his usually eighteen-year-old self, arms dripping in fresh blood. He was unaware this was a dream anymore, it felt so real to him, he had forgotten he was dreaming.

"Kai!"

"Tyson?" Kai looked behind him, spotting his younger brother, who was now also his present age, in the arms or two rather tall guards, trying helplessly to break free from their strong grasp. "Let him go!" Kai called as they started to drag his younger sibling away. Though his tried to take chase, he found an invisible barrier blocking him from advancing any further. "Tyson! Let him go!" he slammed his fists against the wall, but in mere seconds both Tyson and his captors had disappeared. "Tyson!"

"Kai..."

He jumped at the harsh, dead toned voice that spoke up behind him, spinning around and freezing. Tyson was standing in front of him with his head hung low, arms hanging limply by his sides, body strained in the unmistakable attempt to remain standing. Blood poured over him from countless injuries, his skin pale and body shivering. Kai collapsed to his knees in shear horror at the condition of his brother. Tyson raised his gaze slowly, pale eyes coming into contact with that of Kai's maroon ones. "Look what you've done to me..." he hissed, his voice unusually cold and venomous.

Breaths shaky, Kai was surprised how fearful he felt of Tyson's words. "Tyson, I-"

"It's your fault Kai! I'm blind because of you!" Tyson yelled, his voice hysterical, a coughing fit instantly overtaking him. Kai backed away slightly as Tyson glared at him, though it was clear his vision was unseeing. The hate in his eyes struck him like a dagger through his heart. "Tyson...." Kai felt warm tears streaming down his face, his voice slightly hoarse. Tyson didn't seem to hear the sorrow and pleading for forgiveness in Kai's voice.

"It's your fault Kai."

"No..." Kai shook his head slowly, his voice breaking into sobs. Tyson was the only good thing left in his life, the only thing that kept him fighting against Voltaire and fighting away death. If he lost Tyson, if his own brother abandoned him, how would he get through this? How would he ever defeat his 'grandfather'? Looking up he tensed. Tyson's expression was so hate filled and angered, yet he did not expect the heartbreaking words Tyson said next.

"I hate you Kai..."

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"Ray...? Ray wake up..."

"Oww...." Ray groaned as his consciousness returned to him. A sharp pain shot through him from his side and he hissed in pain, hearing a small 'sorry' from someone nearby. Looking up, his vision clearing, he blinked to try and register the person looking down at him. His eyes grew wide. "Max?" his voice was hoarse, pain coursing through him. Max was knelt beside him, breathing heavily. Ray was not surprised though. Blood covered most of the blonds arms and face, his arms shaking as he finished tying something around Ray's side.

"Are y-you o-ok?" Max asked, swallowing hard with some effort, the small taste of blood in the back of his mouth. His breaths where short and raspy, an uncontrollable shiver of pain overcoming him. His skin was pale, mercilessly damaged with numerous deep cuts and bruises, allowing blood to flow unchecked as Max attempted to bandage up Ray's wound. One of the guards had shot him in the side, and it had gone right through. Though small, it was extremely dangerous and painful, a large amount of blood had escaped it before Max had shown up.

"What happened to... to you?" Ray asked, shock evident in his voice. Max just shook his head as Ray sat up painfully, leaning against the wall. Ray's heart leapt at the sight of his friend. He looked like the living dead. Max swallowed hard again and began to explain his situation.

After Max had taken a strong beating, pretending to be unconscious to avoid further assaults, his tormentors had abandoned him to die of blood loss, leaving behind his Beyblade, but not his bit chip. Max had gained enough strength to leave the area, and had found Ray just as he had collapsed. He had knocked the guards unconscious with his beyblade before they could cause any further damage, but in the process had weakened himself even further.

"Max we have to do something, you'll bleed to death." He growled slightly as Max shook his head stubbornly, looking down at his own injury, which had been slightly bandaged by what looked like some of Max's orange jacket. He couldn't help but wonder why the other 'bladers had abandoned Max. It was clear that, though the boy was heavily injured, he may be able to survive. If that was so, why did they leave him? Were they toying with him?

"Ray..." Max groaned, raising his hand to his head and shutting his eyes. "I don't feel so good..." he groaned, shutting his eyes tight in pain. Ray fought against the urge to roll his eyes as he forced himself to his knees, sitting next to Max. The blond had lost a great amount of blood, and if he didn't get help soon, or if they couldn't bandage him up, he could be in serious trouble. "Come on, your jackets not much use anymore, lets bandage you up a little." Ray answered softly to the shivering teen. Max was scared right now, and Ray had to look out for him until he calmed down.

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"Does that kid ever stop crying?"

"Doesn't look like it."

"How long has he been there?"

"Long enough."

Tyson ignored the voices around him. He was as good as dead now, in his opinion. He had just failed to help his brother escape an unknown fate and had been dragged back to his cell, silenced by pain. He felt like a complete failure, and worst of all; even though he didn't know what Biovolt was planning to do to Kai, one thing he did know was that Kai was not going to be the same person when he saw him again.

At least when Kai was there, even when he was upset, Tyson felt stronger. When he was alone it reminded him of his first two to three days here, in which he had his fingers broken and his sight stolen. He was afraid to be alone, in case they did anything else to him.

How long had he been there? He was unconscious most of the first day... the next day he lost his sight... the day after that Kai showed up, which was earlier today. Only three days? It felt like a lifetime. "If that's the case then the date is..." Tyson frowned as he remembered his watch alarm going off earlier. It usually beeped quietly at midnight, which meant it was the start of his forth day in Biovolt. He sighed heavily and buried his face in his knees as he hugged them to himself. "Who knew this is where'd I'd be on my eighteenth birthday..."

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"Are you ok Max?"

"Ya, I'll be fine..." Max whispered as he looked around a corner in case of any more guards or Beybladers, holding his Beyblade, which now sported a very annoyed Dragoon Bit chip and Dragoon's attack ring. Ray smiled. He had to admit, Max was stronger and more determined then he had first given him credit for. Max was cleaned up somewhat, now looking a little less like something from a horror movie with his wounds bandaged up.

"Ok." Ray and Max made there way quickly down the corridors, stopping as they came to a large metal door, noticing it was slightly ajar. Curious, the two teens made their way in. "Looks like a lab..." Ray whispered, looking around at the numerous machines, test tubes, beakers and equipment. Ahead, Ray heard a very unsettling sound that sounded vaguely like metal on metal, along with some talking.

Speeding up his pass, Ray froze at what he saw. Kai was strapped down to what looked like some sort of operating table, obviously he was deeply unconscious. There where numerous scientists there also, causing both teens to panic as they saw them taking out some sort of operating equipment. They didn't know what was going on, but Max and Ray did not hesitate to attack.

"Driger go!"

"Attack Dragoon!"

The two Beyblades shot forward at great speed, slicing past the doctors and knocking the equipment out of their hands. Dragoon sliced through the metal shackles with surprising ease, Driger continuing his assault on the doctors of the surrounding area. Max ran over to Kai's side and helped the 'blader into a sitting position, his head hanging limply forward. "Kai? Are you ok, wake up!"

"It won't work Max he's under anaesthetic," Ray explained, grabbing his Beyblade after it struck a machine, causing it to malfunction and burst into flames. The scientists had scattered quickly, seemingly unable to protect themselves against the Beybladers assault. He quickly made his way over to Max and Kai. "Let's get him out of here." He slung one of the unconscious boys arms over his shoulder, Max doing likewise as they pulled him off the table. Now all they had to do was find Tyson.

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"What fools..." Voltaire chuckled as he watch the security camera's, seeing Max and Ray escape from the lab. He stood up and walked over to a computer, turning it on and reading over it's contents.

Subject 11-1-9 under heavy anaesthetic.
Consciousness should return in approximately 60 minutes

Voltaire smirked. "Perfect..."

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To Be Continued

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