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But hey! I'm gonna try harder now! I've got mid-term comin' up so hopefully I can get some time to work on me stories more. AND I've got a new idea or two to tie into this one. Won't be longer, just mores in it.
And NO, this story isn't gonna be that much longer, only a few more chappys. Yup, will be over soon enough, bout time too, been going for SEVEN MONTHS!
Welp, me's gonna shut up now... enjoy the chappy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade
"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
Ray gripped his Beyblade tight, feeling very vulnerable without his Bitbeast to help him. The abbey grounds were quiet, but he knew that wouldn't last very long. His mind was still back at the hospital, though. He still felt bad about leaving Tyson behind when he wanted to help so much. "It's for the best..."
Loading his beyblade into his launcher he pressed his back against the wall beside a back entrance. It took him a minute or two before he was positive he was ready, and another to gather enough courage to charge in (after his last visit he was not keen on entering again). Taking a deep breath, he spun around, kicked the door in and darted inside.
Only to come face-to-face with none other then Kai Hiwatari.
"Kai!" Ray yelled as he jumped back, more out of surprise then anything else. Kai said nothing, only raised his launcher and pointed it towards the Drigger Beyblader, eyes devoid of emotion but completely focussed on the opposing Beyblader. Ray was confused, to say the least, but one thing he knew was that Kai wasn't right.
"Three..."
Ray blinked in confusion, but readied his beyblade all the same. Was Kai seriously going to challenge him? Something was wrong here, and Ray couldn't help but feel a little fearful.
"Two..."
Kai had the advantage of strength, speed and stability, not to mention he hand an upgraded Beyblade and a bit-beast on his side. Ray, on the other hand, had an already battered Beyblader, no Bitbeast and low on strength. There was no real competition, but Ray had to fight or die instantly.
"One, go Dranzer!" As Kai called his command his Beyblade tore forward, Dranzer emerging in an explosion of flames. The two beyblades clashed, but only Ray's was thrown back. Kai smirked in satisfaction, watching as Dranzer's beyblade charged at Ray's again. Flames released from the Beyblade, melting parts of Ray's Beyblade and shoting small fire-balls at the Beyblade 'accidentally'.
Ray cringed as the fire brushed against his skin, but didn't back down. He wished he could find a way to end the match quickly, whether by force or a forfit, so he could find Max and try to knock Kai to his senses.
Unfortunately, the Kai before him was neither conscious nor caring to what he was doing. He had one aim; to destroy Ray.
And he wasn't going to fail.
In fact, he had been the very scientist who had sprouted the idea of a Cyberblader. Though, granted, Boris and a number of other scientists had come up with many plans, the basic idea was his, as well as the basic design. The first Cyberblader could not be controlled as Kai could now (that was a new invention of his), and was quite pointless. Side effects led to a slow and painful death for the 'blader, so the idea was shelved for a while.
At least until the World Championships five years ago, then the idea was reborn and perfected in time for the finals. Or, at least they thought it was perfected. Tala's failure to defeat Tyson had angered everyone, and had almost resulted in 'punishment' for failing, but he was useful for experiments and testing new ideas. If Tala had not offered himself as a lab rat to spare his life (fear forces people to make stupid decisions), Kai would not be under Voltaire's control today.
Sighing heavily, the scientist leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes. But something caught his attention; a sudden sound of something breaking, clearly by a strong force, then silence. Jerking up in his seat, he looked around the room quickly. The door at the other side of the room was slightly ajar. "But I locked that..." he thought as he stood up and made his way over. Shaking his head he pushed the door closed, but froze as he studied the door closer.
The lock in the door with bent oddly, when the side of the doorframe had been completely smashed away. That in itself was odd, but the fact it was so cleanly broken was unbelievable, as if done at either great speed or great strength.
Unnerved, the scientist was about to leave, when an arm wrapped around his neck roughly and a syringe was pointed directly between his eyes. He froze as a voice behind him growled, glancing back only to meet a pair of unfamiliar, piercing slit eyes.
"Be quiet and I might let you live..."
Tala was standing a few feet away, launcher in hand and Beyblade spinning in front of him. Smiling, he gave Wolfborg a thumbs up. "Not bad boy, but we've still got a long way to go." Wolfborg nodding in understand and padded over next to his master, nudging him lightly.
It wasn't very often Wolfborg and Tala could train alone, but they were times happily spent. Wolfborg was a terror before the opposition and vicious in battle, but he could be as gentle as a puppy when he wanted to be. Only around Tala, though; if Voltaire knew any of his recruits were even the slightest bit emotionally involved with their Bitbeasts, they wouldn't be training in peace ever again, not with interruptions, a watchful eye or tortures.
In other words, they would be treated like Kai.
Tala growled inwardly. Sure, he had Kai didn't get along, and they used to be rivals when they were little, but Tala wouldn't wish Kai's life on anyone. It didn't take him very long after he had first met Kai to find out what his life was like. He could remember the day he found out clearly, and ever time he did rage built up inside him.
"Hiwatari, you're Beybalde's goin' down!" Tala yelled, pointing to Kai's Beyblade. He was only five, and had been in the school for less then a fortnight, but he had already improved on his skills. In truth, he didn't know why he was here. He thought of himself as an ok Beyblader... scratch that, he thought he was the best Beyblader, but he didn't understand why he was picked to come here. He was told he had 'promise'. Promise? What the heck did that mean?
Well, he didn't know, nor care, any place was better then that orphanage. He grinned as his Beyblade and Kai's clashed, but his was the only on to survive the blow. Kai's beyblade bounced to the side, spun a little longer the slowed to a halt. Punching the air, Tala laughed. "I won!"
Kai pouted, annoyed, but Tala could see the hint of a smile on the young boy's face. He had clearly enjoyed that match. "You got lucky!" Kai protected, picking up his Beyblade. He was about to say something else when a voice spoke from behind him.
"That's a pathetic excuse, Kai..."
"G-grandfather!" Kai stuttered, spinning around so quickly he fell over. Sitting on the floor, the five-year-old looked fearfully up at the man who claimed to be his family. "I-I was just, I mean I, I didn't mean that-"
"Shut up..." Voltaire growled, silencing the young boy instantly save for his soft whimpers of fear. Folding his arms Voltaire grumbled in annoyance. "You're pathetic. How do you expect to be the best if you can't beat beginning Beybladers?"
Kai sniffed. When he spoke his voice was more of a mumble then anything else. "But I don't wanna be..."
Voltaire understood, though, and was furious. Reaching down he gripped the boys wrist and dragged him to his feet, Kai yelping in pain as he did so. Throwing his arms forward he slammed the young boy to the wall, causing Kai to yell in pain and drop to his knees, tears streaming down his face.
Tala was mortified, frozen by pure fear and shock as Voltaire backhanded Kai and cursing at him. Tala felt weak at the knees and soon dropped to the floor and cried, covering his face though he could still see. He was just so horrified and afraid Voltaire would turn to him next... he didn't know what to do. What could he do?
Voltaire dragged Kai across the floor and slammed his back into the wall roughly. Kai, all the while, was crying helplessly. He looked like some sort of rag-doll, thrown around and beaten so mercilessly, unable to even stand for himself anymore.
After what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes, Voltaire grabbed Kai's left arm and lifted him clear off the ground (at least three feet), yelling, from what Tala could hear of Kai's cries of pain and his own sobbing, about how Kai would get much worse next time if he didn't get any better, and that he didn't want to here Kai talking like that anymore. After that, he dropped the battered child and walked away with a second glance.
It took a few minutes for Tala to calm himself down. His heart was beating a mile a minute, tears streaming down his face and mind confused. Terror still gripped him, though not as badly anymore.
He didn't want to think what Kai was feeling like.
Crawling over to the other 'blader he frowned. Kai was curled up into a ball, tears streaming down his face as a soft whimper escaped him. Placing his hand on Kai's shoulder Tala spoke softly. "Kai?"
Kai jumped at his words and shot his gaze to lock with Tala's.
He would never forget the look in Kai's eyes. The looked of fear, helplessness and shame. Shame! What had Kai to be ashamed of? But it was at that moment Kai burst into tears and pushed Tala away, darting towards his room.
Kai never came near Tala again.
Tala didn't even hear about Kai for a few days, only that he spent most of the first night crying until he passed out. He supposed he spent the next few days recovering, before rejoining the classes, but he avoided Tala. Obviously he though Tala could only cause problems between him and his 'grandfather'.
"He didn't deserve any of this, and neither does Tyson..." Tala thought as he pushed himself to his feat, loading his Beyblade to the launcher and readying himself for more training. "I wish I could have helped ya Kai, I really do. But there's nothing I can do now..." He launched his Beyblade and watched as Wolfborg tore down yet another pillar.
"Kai and Tyson deserve the truth..." There was something that both brothers should have known from the start, before this whole thing happened, before Kai was made a Cyberblader and Tyson lost his sight. Sighing, he shook his head "And no one else knows, no one who'd care, so I guess I'm the one who has to tell them..."
He heard a pair of footsteps walking towards him, sounding extremely loud in the odd silence of the room. All Beybladers had stopped their attacks and were standing silently by the sidelines, as Kai had been before Voltaire called him. One Beyblader, though Max could not see who, stood in front of him. They didn't say anything, but he could almost feel the grin on their face. He felt the Beyblader prodding his side lightly with their foot, as if checking he was alive. A further cough, provoked by the persons continuous prodding, confirmed they were not yet done with him.
The person's foot forced itself under Max's body weight, kicking him roughly onto his back. Breathing became instantly harder for the young Beyblader, the blood in his mouth becoming harder to get rid of. His whole body ached. Every single cut, thin, shallow, deep and wide, they all burned through him. He could feel the amount of blood hardening on his skin, making it even more painful to move. He would be surprised if he was recognisable anymore.
The 'blader beside him was saying something, but he couldn't hear. He was too focussed on one thought; "I'm going to die..." He didn't even attempt to be optimistic. He accepted that positive thinking in the world could save him, there was no way he could survive this. No way out.
He heard a chuckle, then a strong force (the 'blader's foot) pressing down on his chest. His lungs were being crushed under the weight, making it impossible to take in enough breath to stay alive for very long. Short, gasping breaths were cut shot as weight with released from his chest... but applied to his throat!
The weight crushing his neck, cutting off all but the slightest amount of oxygen from entering his lungs. His vision, already poor, decreased to simple, spinning blurs, before spinning to complete black. His body began to stop trying to live, as did his mind. Fear engulfed him as he approached his last few seconds of life. "This is it." All of a sudden, then was a loud slamming sound of the metal doors echoing around him, followed by a number of yells and gasped, before there was another slam and the weight was lifted from him. He gasped in the air around him hoarsely, coughing heavily as he swallowed a large amount of the blood that was in his mouth, and rolling to his side to clutch his chest. The next few minutes were a blur to him, but he could here roaring, three types. The all sounded so familiar...
Then it clicked. It was Drigger, Draceil and... Dragoon?
Forcing his eyes open he tried desperately to see, but his vision was so blurred he couldn't make anything out. Taking slow breaths and blinking to try and clear his vision, he jumped as there was a cry of pain and a bright blue light. He knew who that person was. "T-Tyson?" he stuttered, coughing again
Sure enough, Tyson had collapsed to his knees behind Max, rubbing his back and shushing him. "Don't try to talk buddy... Don't pressure yourself."
Max couldn't help but smile at his friend's concerned tone. "I was getting worried about you."
"You shouldn't have bothered to come looking for me."
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?" Max asked, coughing lightly.
Tyson frowned at Max and sat him up slowly, beckoning the waiting Bitbeast (Drigger) to come over. "Max, we have to get you out of here-"
"No..."
"Max..." Tyson rolled his eyes. He knew Max would do this; that he'd ask to stay. But he couldn't let him, in a few minutes his blood loss would be so extreme he would die. No 'maybe's about it, he would die. That's why he couldn't let him stay. "Sorry Max. I'd love your help, but your life's more important to me. Drigger, get him out of here."
The tiger nodded and padded over next to the two Bladebreaker members, lying down to allow Tyson help Max onto his back easily. Max's was reluctant, but to weak to put up much of a fight. Groaning in pain and leaning on the tiger's head, Max's gaze turned to Tyson, his eye's wide. "T-Tyson? What's that about?" he asked, pointing.
Shaking his head, Tyson took a Beyblade out of his pocket and took Max's outstretched hand, opening it gently and placing the Beyblade in his hand. "Take Draceil with you, I've got all the help I need with me." He shut Max's hand around the Beyblade and bit his lip, tears in his eyes. "Please... be safe..." "I've put you through enough already..."
Max blinking in surprise at Tyson's last words, but he barely had the strength to speak, so he merely nodded in agreement, promising to try and get out of the abbey alive. When Tyson let go of his hand he pulled Draceil's Beyblade to his chest, shut his eyes, and lost consciousness.
"Get out of here fast Drigger; go!" Tyson yelled, the Bitbeast obeying and darting off quickly, but careful so as not to let Max fall off. Sniffing and drying his eyes, Tyson turned around and faced the large metal doors that led to the rest of the abbey and, more importantly, to his friends.
"Let's go Dragoon..."
The End
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