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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
13 minutes
Ray had been suspicious off that. Who had taken the time to bandage up Kai's injuries? The last time he had mentioned the abbey to Kai he had clearly stated it was every 'blader for himself in there, especially for him. But why would they have taken care of him? Wasn't he just another Beyblader to them?
And what had they been doing in that laboratory? Max voiced his own opinions on the matter as the thought entered Ray's mind. "What was with the laboratory, Ray? It seems a bit suspicious that they didn't even put up a fight to keep Kai with them," he said. "Why would they go through such lengths to capture him only to let him get taken again?"
"I don't know Max, but the most important thing right now is to find Tyson and get out of here without getting caught," Ray's voice was hushed, but stern, trying to press the importance and danger of the present situation so Max didn't act recklessly. Max merely nodded in agreement.
Gripping the ripcord tightly, Ray peered carefully around the corner. It was clear, as was most of the rest of the area. What was going on? Shaking his head, Ray decided to leave it all down to luck. Perhaps their luck was starting to look up.
"Ray, we can't go much further with Kai," Max spoke up after a few minutes of silence. Ray glanced back and frowned at the sight of the two teens. Kai's pain was clear in his expression, even when he was deeply unconscious, and his bandages around his right ankle and left shoulder where causing a small trail of blood to follow them, the blood not yet clotted.
Max was no better. The injury Ray received from the gunshot was minor compared to the torture those other 'bladers had practised on Max. The teen was shivering, his body tense in an stubborn attempt to remain standing, and blood was dripping from slowly healing injuries. Ray frowned and, automatically, looked around for camera's, but there where none in sight, nor where there any guards.
"You have to go on Ray," Max voiced forcefully. His legs gave way under him, causing him to collapse heavily on the hard floor. He held himself up with his right hand, the left holding Kai's arm around his shoulder. Ray knelt down in front of him and instinctually relayed a number of worry-filled questions. Max coughed dryly and looked up at Ray, determined. "Look, you have to find Tyson. We can't leave without him and Dragoon senses him nearby." He held up the Beyblade in which Dragoon's bit chip was seated, a soft blue glow surrounding it.
"Max..."
The blond shook his head. "We're just slowing you down and you know that. It will only take you a few minutes if you hurry." Ray was not convinced. Max rolled his eyes. "Ray! Come on. You know splitting up is our best option right now."
"And the last time you said that 'you know splitting up is our best option', you came back looking like a zombie." Ray retorted, folding his arms in frustration. Deep down he knew Max was right, but he didn't want to leave him again. Max growled, his eyes reflecting uncharacteristic anger, and he struggled to his feet, shutting his eyes tight as pain coursed through him in the attempt to support the extra weight of Kai. Ray got quickly to his feet and placed his hands on the younger boys shoulders. "Max, take it easy, your going to hurt-"
"Do you realise that each second you spend here could be fatal to Tyson!" Max exclaimed loudly, causing Ray to shush him and look around wildly. The next time Max spoke his voice was quieter. "You've seen what they've done to Kai..." his gaze landed on the boy next to him. Kai was there strongest member, and to see him to hurt was frightening. His eyes darted back and locked with Ray's, expression serious and voice determined. "Tyson could be in serious trouble right now. You have to help him before something fatal happens to him too!"
Ray frowned, but knew Max was either going to force Ray to go alone, or get himself killed trying to find Tyson. "Alright." Max sighed, relieved. With Ray's help he sat Kai down, back to the wall, and collapsed next to him. Ray reached his hand into his pocket and took out both Driger and Dranzer, handing them both to Max as he took Dragoon. He needed the dragon to find Tyson, and Max needed something to protect himself and Kai. "Ok, be careful." Ray uttered in a worried tone, turning quickly and racing off as fast as he could.
Though he was speeding to find Tyson and get back to the others as quickly as possible, he had a terrible feeling something bad was going to happen.
A profile on Max came up, information on his family, age, home, height, everything. He read over the detailed description of the Beyblader's skills and nodded approvingly. The boys skills were surprisingly powerful. Closing the file he opened another, grinning.
6 minutes
Voltaire grinned and turned back to the screen. "You thought you could just break in here and save you're little friends, didn't you Tate? Well, you've got another thing coming."
The blue dragon emerged from his beyblade instantly, teeth bared and eyes glowing an angry, eerie blue. Roaring angrily, he slashed his claws at the guards, striking their forms mercilessly to the side, unfazed as their limp forms struck the stone wall so hard cracks webs along the wall. They died on impact.
Dragoon's tail slashed through a camera in the corner of the room, causing a small explosion. Turning his gaze to the cells, his snake-like eyes scanned each one individually. Ray ran past him and searched the other cells, Dragoon's anger slowly mounting in frustration on not finding his Beyblader.
"Tyson!"
His head jerked to the side to Ray as he heard his master's name. Slithering through the air at unbelievable speed, the Dragoon slashed apart the bars of the cell Ray stood before, darting in and landing beside his Beyblader. Tilting his head curiously, Dragoon lowered his head and sniff the unmoving form of his master. Nudging the sleeping boy lightly, he was responded with a groan.
"Tyson?" Ray knelt next to his friend, noting how the dragon next to him growled protectively. He paid no attention. Shaking Tyson lightly, he growled when he received no response. Shaking his harder, Tyson opened his eyes slowly, blinking in confusion. "Wha...?" his voice was hoarse and quiet.
Ray smiled, relieved. "Hey Tyson." "Ray?" Ray was bewildered by Tyson's actions. He didn't seem to notice he was there. He didn't want to rush Tyson, the teen needed to recover, but Kai and Max could be in trouble. "Ya it's me," he answered, pulling Tyson to his feet. Dragoon leaned is head against his master, allowing Tyson to use him for support. "Come on, we have to get back to Max and Kai before more guards show up."
"Kai?" Tyson's head jerked up at those words. "Is he ok? What did they do to him? Where is he? What about Max? And you? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" His voice was rushed, form rested heavily against the dragon beside him. He had only recognised it as Dragoon because of his scales.
Ray tilted his head. Wasn't it clear he was hurt from the large bloodstain on his shirt? "Tyson.... what's going on with you?"
Confused, Tyson remained silent. What was Ray talking about? Then he remembered, Ray didn't know about his sight. Biting his lip, he quickly began to summarise the past few days. As he did so he took Dragoon's offer of a ride, the Bitbeast somehow shrinking himself to fit through the corridors with ease, though still containing the same amount of strength and power to carry both 'bladers. Ray listened intently, shocked by the news of Tyson's disability.
It was a relief to be able to talk to someone, though, and Tyson soon found himself relaxed. Then he remembered Kai and began panicking again. Ray had tried to reassure him, but his comforts had run short, Dragon stopping in his tracks. "Huh? Guys? What's going on?" he received no answer, but he heard Ray jumping off Dragoon's back to the floor, the dragon sniffing at something then growling. "Guys?"
Ray glanced back at Tyson nervously, the at Dragoon, who growled at the trail of blood along the floor. "Max and Kai are gone..."
"Ow..." he groaned and lifted his hand to his head, his arm feeling abnormally heavy, and rub the bump at the back of his head. What had happened? He remembered talking to Ray and sitting down next to Kai for a rest. After a few minutes he stood up and was looking up and down the corridors, daydreaming slightly, when he received a blow to the head. Looks like he was caught. He straightened up quickly. "Where's Kai?"
He sat in silence for quite a while, thoughts racing through his mind. After about half an hour (or maybe an hour, he couldn't tell), a door on the left side of the room opened, allowing light to stream in. A number of people entered, but their identities where hidden when the stepped into the shadows.
Max could hear them approaching him, so he forced himself to his feet. It was only then he realised when he hands where so heavy, they were shackled to two four and a half foot long chains bolted to the wall. The figures stepped into the light, and was angered but unsurprised to see Voltaire and the Demolition Boys.
"About time you awoke Tate." Voltaire sneered, causing back to clench his hands into fists, anger coursing through him. Smirking, Voltaire folded his arms and looked at the young boy. "I hear you're quite the Beyblader, Max. One of the best in the world, shadowed only by your fellow team mates," he awaited a reaction, but received none. "Your skills would be very useful in my army."
"No way!" Max exclaimed, shaking his head. The very thought of working for Voltaire made him nauseous. "Over my dead body!"
"That won't be necessary." Voltaire replied calmly. "You will work for Biovolt. After all, everyone agrees in the end."
Max's formed tensed as Voltaire grinned. There was something very unsettling about the way he said that. What was going on? What was he saying? Max's eyes travelled along the group of 'bladers, but saw no one unexpected. Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian. "What are you-?" The Kai emerged from the shadows beside Tala.
Voltaire chuckled at the blond paled at the sight of his friend. Kai did not react, fringe covering his eyes and gaze dropped to the floor. "Kai finally realised the benefits of joining Biovolt, didn't you Kai?" there was a nod from the 'blader. Max pondered why he wasn't looking up. Was he guilty? It sure looked that way. Voltaire stepped towards Max, causing the boy to step back so quickly his back was flat against the wall, his gaze cast to the side, refusing to look at him.
He advanced until he was a mere few feet away from the boy. Max's glanced at him then looked away again. "Tate, do you know what you could have if you join Biovolt?" Again, no response. "Power. Once the world is ours, you would be part of the most powerful group on earth. People would respect you, you could have whatever you wanted, do whatever you wanted. The latest in Beyblading technology would be yours, along with the latest in upgrades and training equipment to make you the best you can be." Max looked up at Voltaire. The man grinned; the boy was interested. "You want to be the best... don't you?"
"Well..."
"Then join us Max," Voltaire offered, withdrawing from his pocket a Beyblade, a new upgraded version of Draceil's Beyblade. The bit-chip was not inside it yet, but it was obviously a powerful weapon. He held it out in front of Max, smirking. "And it's all yours."
Max looked at the Beyblade, confusion obvious in his expression. The Demolition Boys watched with interest. Hesitant, Max raised his hand shakily. It hovered over the Beyblade for a second, then landed on it. In a flash, Max clenched his hand to a fist and struck Voltaire across the face with such power the man was knocked to the floor.
The Demolition Boys quickly got Voltaire back on his feet, Max shaking with anger. He couldn't help but grin at his accomplishment. "Did you really think I was going to join you? Ha! In your dreams!" Max exclaimed, folding his arms and smirking. He was pretty proud of himself for resisting all that power.
Voltaire, however, was not. Glaring the younger teen, he turned to Kai. "Take him away Kai! you know what to do..." he bellowed, storming away.
"Yes sir." Kai looked over at Max, eyes narrowed. The blond froze at the sight of Kai's eyes. They where cold and dark, almost black, and inhumanly focused. Max gasped as realization hit him. Everything made sense now.
They had been to late when they saved him.
He was a Cyberblader.
To Be Continued
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I know, tis cruel, but thats the poiint of the story, ain't it? Go Maxie! Punch him again! YAY!
I'm bettin' alot o' peeps are annoyed with this sotoryline by now, but meh, some aren't and thats a good thing XD
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