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WARNING: Serious torture.
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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
Chapter Sixteen - Tyson's Precarious Decision
The solid metal door flew off it's hinges and across the empty room, hitting the wall hard at the opposite side. Kai stepped through the slightly misshapen doorway, right fist surrounded by flames, eyes darting to every corner of the room before he spun around and darted back out. He knew the doors all along this corridor were locked, but he wasn't going to take chances while searching for the dragon 'blader. He kicked down the next door with as much ease as he's punched the last, red eyes scanning the room quickly. Nothing.
"Where are you...?" he growled, backing out of the room and looking down the long corridor. Tyson could be anywhere in the abbey, and if he was in any of the other rooms nearby he would have had enough sense to move when Kai slammed the first few doors down. Clenching his fists hard, anger building, he took a deep breath and yelled, voice echoing off the walls of the empty corridor, "Tyson Granger! Come out and face me you coward!" He paused for a moment until his echoed voice died down. Silence.
"He's ignoring me?" Kai was furious now. Clenching his fists harder, piercing the skin in his palm with his nails, his anger increasing ten-fold. Flames erupted around his fists, blazing furiously and illuminating the dark corridor. "Tyson... I'll find you. And when I do... you're mine..."
"No..." Tyson whispered, looking down at the floor, eyes wide with shock.
"I'm sorry Tyson, but it's true," Tala frowned, turning to Wolfborg and petting him to distract himself.
"But... but she'd never... no... she wouldn't do that..." Tyson shook his head in denial. "She loved us..."
Tala sighed, clenching some of Wolfborg's fur in his fist, "Which is why she did it Tyson."
"She didn't favourite me!" Tyson yelled, rising to his feet quickly. A soft blue glow was starting to surround him. His emotions were becoming uncontrollable, and his powers with them. "You're lying! My mother loved us! Both of us! You're lying!"
"Tyson!" Tala yelled, running over to the Beyblader quickly. He tried to grab the teens arms, but the powers surrounding him sliced at Tala's hands like knives, cutting into his palms deeply and leaving two deep cuts. "Ow!" he hissed, shaking his hands. "Tyson, control yourself!"
Tyson shut his eyes tight, the glow around him intensifying, "It's lies, all lies! She would never hurt Kai like that!"
"Would you just shut up and think for a second!" Tala yelled. He had to get Tyson to calm down, or his powers could destroy the entire surrounding area and anyone there. Not to mention Kai, with Dranzer's powers, could sense where Tyson was if enough power was radiating from the 'blader. "She didn't have a choice Tyson! You know that!"
"Yes she did!"
"But she made the choice she thought was best!" Tala hissed. He was becoming aware of how loud Tyson was, and hoped if he quietened, so would the hysterical teen.
Tyson opened his eyes, the glow dimming slightly. He looked up at Tala, eyes shining with tears. "But why...?" he asked, voice shaky. "Why Kai...? Why not me?"
Tala relaxed a little, realising Tyson was calming down. "I don't know Tyson, but I'm sure she never wanted to hurt him. Or you." He didn't know what he could say to comfort Tyson; he only had very little detail on the matter. He only knew this information because he had overheard Voltaire talking about it when he was recruiting scientists to study Kai and his abilities, then to improve them. The glow around Tyson dimmed a little more, and Tala risked putting his hand on Tyson's shoulder. It still hurt, little invisible knives sliding across his skin, but it was far less painful then before. "That's all in the past Tyson. It's up to you to save Kai."
Tyson sighed shakily and pushed Tala's hand away, knowing the 'blader was only doing this to comfort him (a few small scratches had appeared around Tala's hand, but nothing serious). "I know..."
"Are you ok?"
"Yes..." Tyson sighed, closing his eyes. Tala's words repeated in his mind, about his mother, about Kai... then Voltaire. "No..." he opened his eyes slowly, then narrowed them. "I'm not ok..." he whispered, fists shaking in anger. "This is all his fault. None of this would have happened if he wasn't around..."
"Tyson?" Tala's voice was firm. He couldn't let Tyson lose his temper. "Don't go-"
"He destroyed Kai's life!" Tyson hissed, the tone of hatred in his voice betraying his usual personality. "Mine too... but that's nothing in comparison..."
"Tyson." Tala tried again, the blue glow beginning to grow stronger again.
"He hurt my friends... he hurt mom..." Tyson's voice was a harsh whispered, narrowed eyes gaining a soft yellow glow. "He hurt Kai..." the glow around him grew blinding. "He'll pay for this!" he yelled.
Tala jumped back at the strength of Tyson's power, radiating off him and striking Tala and Wolfborg back. "Tyson calm down!"
Suddenly Wolfborg's head jerked towards the far wall, before he leapt over his Beyblader, protecting him, as the wall exploded. A ball of fire grazed the wolf's fur, but not harming him. Kai leapt through the new entrance and spun to face Tyson. "Found you..." he said in a playful tone, grinning evilly.
Tyson looked over at Kai, who was surrounded by a red glow much the same as his own blue one. "Kai..."
"So, are you going to stay and fight, or run like a coward?" Kai asked, fire blazing up around his hands as he prepared himself for combat. To his surprise, though, Tyson turned and darted out of the room through the door. "So you choose to run... Very well." he chuckled, "I always loved a good hunt before the kill..."
Tyson listened intently so as not to be caught off guard if Kai caught up with him. He couldn't have fought with Kai in there; he didn't want Tala to get hurt and he didn't want to fight Kai anyway. He knew he didn't stand a chance against the phoenix 'blader if he was only fighting half-heartedly, not to mention Kai's abbey training would make his reckless outbursts perfectly accurate.
Tapping into Dragoon's power, the blue glow brightened, and he took off at inhuman speed, a blur to passers-by. It took a lot of his energy, and though it would take him mere seconds to recover that energy if he stopped for a rest, Kai would be on him before he had a chance to escape. "I have to get him to remember... but how?" he turned and darted down a flight of stairs, reaching the bottom in mere seconds. "I better think or something, and fast!" It may have been distant, but Tyson could hear Kai following his path without flaw. "'Cause I don't think I can keep this up much longer!"
"Max you should stay-" Ray protested, but the blond shook his head.
"No! I'm going with you!" Max was not going to be left behind with his friends in danger. Ray looked like he was going to begin rallying off a number of reasons the teen should stay behind, but seemed to realise his words would have about as much affect on Max as they did on Tyson a few hours earlier. Turning to the police officers, Max grinned. "Good thing Voltaire's such a well-known criminal, huh?"
Ray smiled. "It does plays to our advantage this time." Once they had explained their case the police, along with the support of Mr. Dickinson - who had been contacted by videophone - and their injuries to prove it, the police force had begun to gather rapidly. There were numerous policemen and women all together, all making final preparations before departing. They would have preferred Max and Ray didn't come, but they needed someone to show them the way and one didn't seem to come without the other.
Finally, everything was ready.
"Ready Max?" Ray asked, sliding into one of the police cars, Max following him.
"Let's get our friends back and put that freak back behind bars!"
"Ah!" Tyson dived through a door, his right foot caught in the flames Kai realeased down the corridor. Yelling in pain as he stopped after landing roughly on the marble floor and rolling a few times before halting, Tyson sat up quickly, hitting the flames that had caught the bottom of his pants and shoe. The flames died slowly, after they'd burned through a good inch of his clothes and left a nasty burn on his foot.
"Aww, did the little boy fall down?" Kai mocked playfully as he appeared in the doorway, grinning sinisterly. He chuckled as Tyson pulled himself to his feet, leaning heavily on his left. "Are you ready to stop running now?"
"Like hell I am." Tyson thought. He pivoted on his left foot and darted to the side, but as soon as his right foot touched the ground a searing pain shot through him. His foot gave way under him and he crashed to the floor, weakened. His foot must have been damaged much more so then he had first thought.
Kai chuckled and shook his head, "Poor, naive Tyson..." he muttered in fake pity, narrowing his eyes in amusement, "I guess you don't have much of a choice anymore, do you?"
Tyson groaned and pushed himself to his hands and knees, looking back at Kai, trying not to lean on his broken left hand. "Great state I'm in, I'm sure I can hold Kai off long enough to spark his memory..." he thought sarcastically. "Dragoon, what do we do?"
"If you can get into contact with him for long enough, I think I could transfer a few of your memories to him. It may help him remember." Dragoon advised.
Tyson coughed heavily. "But how do I do that? If I go near him he'll attack."
"And you don't want to fight him..." Dragoon added, sounding slightly frustrated.
"That too..."
Dragoon sighed, "Well then, you'll just have to wait for the right moment."
"I'll try..." Pushing himself to his feet, though with difficultity, he stumbled and limped a little until he was stable, then turned to face Kai. "Kai, I don't want to fight you."
"Like you didn't make that obvious by running?" Kai scoffed, grinning. "So you're not going to fight for your own life?" Tyson tensed, answering Kai's question. "Just defence? You know your Bitbeast can't hold off Dranzer's powers..."
"I know." Tyson stood his ground, determined, and awaited Kai's attack. His composure betrayed him; he was terrified.
Kai chuckled, then whispered, "Suit yourself..." Holding his hand out in front of him, he laughed quietly as the wind around him picked up, blowing his scarf in all directions. The red glow surrounded him once again, and his eyes narrowed with bloodlust.
Tyson stood, awaiting the attack, but Kai made no move towards him, nor did any fire gather in his hand as usual. "What's he up too?"
His question was answered as the thought crossed his mind.
A tornado of fire erupted at Tyson's feet, swirling around and engulfing him in seconds. Tyson screamed in agony as the flames ran over his body. Dranzer, who's spirit was infused in the sacred flames, screeched a war cry, the flames becoming almost solid at his masters command. Tyson's screams grew louder, the flames taking on the form of serrated metal, tearing his flesh without cutting to deep for a fatal blow.
Dranzer's screech was deafening, the flames blinding, the pain antagonising. The attacks ran through his body, his mind, his spirit... His mind grew painfully confused as his body tried desperately to defend itself from these torturous attacks. They couldn't... How could the body and mind defend itself from such force?
And just when he was on the brink of insanity;
It stopped.
The flames lifted from him, dissolving into the air. His body stood, frozen for a moment, drenched in blood, before his eyes rolled back and collapsed to the floor, motionless. Smoke drifted off him as he lay, the room deathly silent, save for Kai's footsteps.
Kai stopped a few feet away from his fallen opponent, looking down at the boys crumpled form with a blank expression. That hadn't been as much fun as he'd hoped. He still had to get Dragoon out of the boy, though, so his job wasn't done. Kneeling down on one knee he realised, with slight surprise, that Tyson was still breathing. "He's still alive..." he whispered to himself. Standing up he walked beside the boy, placed his foot under his stomach and rolled him over onto his back. "You don't give up easily, do you?" Kai narrowed his eyes in thought. "Strange... Why do you seem so familiar?"
From the darkness, high in the rafters, two Beybladers had watched the battle between Tyson and Kai with great interest; Bryan and Ian of the Demolition Boys. Now that Kai stood over his motionless adversary, the two had grown slightly impatient.
"What is he waiting for?" A very frustrated Bryan whispered, "He's down for the count, why doesn't he finish him?"
"You think this is what Voltaire was talking about?" Ian asked, narrowing his eyes at Kai, who still hadn't attacked. "He said step in if Kai acted strange or showed any way of remembering, does this count?"
Bryan shook his head, "I don't think so, he might just be waiting for Tyson to wake up or something."
"Well, we better be prepared, just in case."
"Alright.""Tyson? Tyson can you hear me?"
"D-Dragoon?"
"Tyson we have to get Kai to remember."
"But, I can't move. It hurts..."
"I know Tyson, but we have to break Kai away from their control!"
"I just wanna let go..."
"Don't speak like that Tyson! If you give up now all is lost. You do have the strength to hang in there, but if you give up it's worthless."
"But..." he paused for a moment, then responded, more confidently. "What do I have to do?"
"Just find a way to get into contact with him, even if it's only for a few seconds. I'll be ready..."
Kai shook his head in frustration. "Voltaire wants that boy's Bitbeast, I need to get it out of him." he opened his dark eyes and looked down at Tyson, a bright white and red flame erupting around his hand. "It'll never come out willingly," he knelt down and raised his arm up, fist faced towards Tyson's chest, "So I'll just have to tear it out."
But just as his fist was about to come into contact, Tyson's arms flew up and grabbed his wrist, stopping his hand from hitting it's mark. Kai narrowed his black eyes in anger, then smirked. Without a word, the flames on his hands intensified, consuming Tyson's hands.
Tyson yelled in pain, but his grip was latched; he wouldn't let go. "Dragoon!" he screamed, partly in pain, summoning the dragon's strength. A blue aura surrounded him, travelling from Tyson's hands and consuming Kai's hand, then his arm, then his shoulders; continuing until it engulfed the 'blader entirely.
"What's going on?" Kai yelled in anger, looking at the glow around his arms. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in his vision and his eyes grew dead, his body frozen, as images and voices flashed through his mind.
Flashback
A five-year-old Tyson clung to a six-year-old Kai's sleeve as the two boys crept down the stairs, as if afraid to lose him. Loud voices could be heard from the living room; their parents were fighting again. "Kai..." Tyson whispered in a worried tone. "I don' think we should go in..."
"We haf to..." Kai mumbled. "If we don't they'll never stop fighting..."
"But we might get in trouble again." Tyson protested, pulling on Kai's sleeve nervously. "Come on, you can tell me how you won the Beyblade mini-tournament again." Earlier that week Kai had taken part in a Beyblade Tournament for children between the ages of six and eight, and had won himself a medal for it. He was very proud of himself, and quite eager to brag about his win to anyone who would listen. Kai didn't seem to be interested right now, though, and Tyson frowned. "Let's just go-"
The living room door slammed open as a woman stormed out. She had long, dark navy hair which was tied back in plait. Her blue eyes landed on the boys with slight surprise, then narrowed. "Kai," she growled, causing the two boys to shiver. Their mother was never this angry. "Come on." She grabbed Kai's wrist and dragged him out of Tyson's grip, causing the five-year-old to stumble forward slightly.
"Ow!" Kai whispered as his mother dragged him up the stairs, struggling to keep up with her. It was difficult, when he had to take two to three steps for every one she took. "Mommy... you're hurting me..."
Tyson ran up the stairs after them, though by the time he reached the top his mother had disappeared into her room. He peeked in the door and tilted his head. Kai was sitting on the bed, looking equally as confused as his younger sibling, and rubbing his wrist slightly. Sarah Granger was throwing a number of items into a large bag, namely clothes, money, her passport ect.
She didn't notice Tyson as she walked passed him with Kai into the older siblings room, standing Kai on his bed. Tyson peeked in the door. "What's mommy doing?" he wondered.
Leaning down she smiled at Kai, though there were some tears in her eyes. "We're going away for a little while Kai."
"What?" Kai looked at her, confused, as she turned and started throwing some of his clothes a bag. "Why mommy? Where're we goin'?"
"Just..." Sarah paused, then zipped up the bag. "Away. That's all you need to know right now."
"Is Tyson coming too?"
She shook her head. "No dear, just you and me."
Kai frowned, "But why?"
"Please don't ask questions Kai..." Kai's mother mumbled, rubbing her eyes dry. Throwing the two bags over her shoulder she turned and scooped Kai into her arms. "Time to go."
"Mommy?" Tyson piped up, walking in the door. His mother looked at him with slight surprise and bit her lip, walking over to him. He decided to avoid repeating Kai's question as to where she was going, and instead asked, "Why can't I come?"
Awkwardly, Sarah held Kai in one arm and reached her hand down to the younger boy. He looked at it for a second then raised his hand, holding onto hers. "I'm sorry Tyson..." she whispered, squeezing his hand fondly. "It's best you don't know..."
She let go of his hand and knelt down on one knee, hugging her two sons; Tyson with one arm and Kai with the other, tears streaming down her face. Swallowing hard, she stood up quickly and took off at a quick pace down the stairs. Tyson raced after her, intent on stopping her, but when he reached the stairs he had to slow and take one step at a time. When he reached the bottom he saw his father had appeared and was yelling at his mother again. Kai stood behind her, hiding from his father but shaken, too, by his mothers anger.
"You can't do this to him!" their father yelled at Sarah. "You have no right to!" he pointed at Kai, causing the young boy to flinch, tears of fear in his eyes. "He's my son too! You think you can just take him?"
"You don't understand!" Sarah yelled, crying openly now.
"I understand perfectly! You're fed up with me and think you can just take the two kids and run!"
When Kai saw Tyson he glanced at his mother then darted to his younger brother. "What's goin' on?" Tyson asked, the two boys moving a little further down the corridor to distance themselves from the fight, but not to much.
"I dunno." Kai sobbed, rubbing his eyes hard. He was quite shaken by being in the centre of the argument; as all children his age would. After a few minutes Sarah ran down the corridor, tears streaming down her face. "Mommy?" Kai exclaimed, surprised, as she picked him up off the floor and darted down the corridor, mumbling over and over. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"Kai!" Tyson yelled, running after his mother. He followed her into the kitchen then out the back of the house, but she was almost out the gate when he got there. Tears brimming in his eyes, Tyson jumped the few steps and tried following his brother and mother, but he was to tired from using to much energy. "Kai!"
Kai leaned over his mother's shoulder, reaching one arm out to his little brother, tears streaming down his face. "Tyson!"
The memory faltered and the image changed. An older Kai replaced his younger self, but the similarities between memories were shocking. Kai stood, held back by a number of guards, terror filling his eyes as tears slid down his face, arms stretched out to his brother. "Tyson!"
Tyson hugged Kai lightly. "Don't listen to them... cause what do they know? We need each other... to have to hold..."
Kai's voice was slightly shaky, but he joined in the singing of the song. "When destiny calls you... you must me strong."
"I may not be with you, but you've got to hold on... They'll see in time, I know... We'll show them together..."
"It's ok Kai... I'm here, I always am..."
End Flashback
Kai blinked his eyes, the iris switching from a heartless black back to his usual maroon. He jerked his hand away from Tyson, who continued to yell in pain as the flames tearing at his hands slowly dissolved. Kai lifted his hands in front of him, watching the flames drift harmlessly off his skin and disappeared, frozen in shock by his actions. Had he really attacked Tyson?
He was torn back to reality by the sound of Tyson's painful gasps for breath. "T-Tyson?" Kai stuttered, tears brimming in his eyes. The younger boy couldn't respond; tears of pain slid down his face, his sharp breathing interrupted by uncontrollable coughing. "Tyson..." Kai whispered again in shock, kneeling down next to his brother and lightly taking his forearm, not daring to touch his hands, which were red and destroyed from their exposure to Dranzer's intense flames. The tears in his eyes blurred Kai's vision, so he blinked to clear them, shedding his tears of guilt. "Tyson... I'm so sorry..." he sobbed.
"K-Kai?" Tyson forced his eyes open, looking over towards Kai with a pained expression. "Do..." his throat was dry, and his voice caught in his throat. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself, then tried again, his voice hoarse. "Do you remember?"
"Yes.." Kai whispered, nodding. Tyson shut his eyes and smiled slightly, though Kai couldn't see how he could in such a condition. "I'm so sorry Tyson," he repeated. "I don't know how they... I just, I just couldn't control myself. I'm sorry Tyson. I didn't mean for this-"
"It's ok Kai..." Tyson whispered, smiling. "I'm just glad you remember..."
Ian's eyes grew wide and his hand darted to his headset, pressing one of the buttons on the earpiece. "Sir should-"
"Yes!" Voltaire's voice yelled into the boy's ear. "Make sure they can't escape!"
Ian turned to Bryan and nodded. "Execute the mission."
Tyson's eyes snapped open as a clicking sound echoed through the room. Kai had heard it to and looked around, but Tyson had been facing the ceiling, and spotted the threat immediately. "Kai look out!
A gunshot echoed through the air and Kai cried out in pain.
To Be Continued
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