24

WARNING!! This fic is rated R for a reason. It's gonna be violent, people are going to be killed and there will be masses of torture and such. I can't be held responsible for those who do not heed my warning. I don't want angry people on my back cos of the high violence level that will emerge in later chapters. This will be violent so if violence isn't your thing go and read something else please. I don't want any of my stories or even my account removed, so if you oppose this kind of thing you shouldn't read this particular fic. I can't stress this enough, with the amount of people getting kicked from here I need to be careful. This story is not aimed at younger fans!! This story is aimed at older fans like myself, so younger fans are advised to not read this at all. Though the violence level will not exceed what is stated in the R rating area, it will still be vicious. Please take this all into account before you start reading and I will be grateful. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, no matter how much I wish I did. Sort of loosely based on the series 24, but I'm not too sure as I've only seen a few episodes at a friend's house, so I don't own anything in this story that may be linked to that. Taking place two years after G Rev, and I won't know how that goes until next week when it starts airing over here, so don't sue me! OK all those who haven't been deterred by my warning; enjoy the fic

One

A deathly silence had fallen over the Granger dojo. Only the slight rustle of the autumn leaves as a zephyr blew through them could be heard. Not one of the Granger family were outside today. But the soft autumn quiet was soon cracked by the loud dismayed shriek of a seventeen-year-old teenager, emanating from within the dojo.

"NO!!" the teen yelled out again in despair. He removed his baseball cap and slammed it to the ground in annoyance. "I lost again!!"

"That's right Tyson," his blonde friend grinned, holding out his open palm. "So fess up. I think you must owe me two bottles of soda and thirteen candy bars by now!"

"Uh…can I write you an I O U Max?" Tyson asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, and then reaching down to retrieve his now rumpled cap. Max sighed heavily, recoiling his hand slowly and putting it on his forehead.

"Yeah I guess so," he replied, with a sense of defeat in his voice. The Bladebreakers, save one impassive team captain, had been indoors all morning playing cards. Tyson had made the game interesting by putting some gambling into it, but he had no idea Max was so good at card games. If he had known, he would have never bet all those candy bars on it. Ray, Kenny and Hilary had also joined in the game, though not winning they knew when to quit. Kai was sat alone by the door staring out into the stillness. He wasn't one for playing silly games. He wanted to go outside and train, but old Mr Granger had refused to allow them outside until he had cleaned the fallen leaves away, and as luck would have it he has misplaced his rake. Either misplaced or one of the younger Bladebreakers had hidden it from the old man on purpose to slither out of the vicious training schedule, as it was well-known by them that Beyblading with leaves around was very slippery and very difficult.

"How many games in a row have you lost now Tyson?" Hilary sneered trying to recall how the World Champion Beyblader had been defeated so consecutively. Tyson started to fume at the girl.

"Like it matters! It's just a card game!!" Tyson snapped in response.

"Yeah…a card game in which you owe me two bottles of soda and thirteen candy bars!" Max's ever-present grin returned to his face once more, recalling his many victories over the blue-eyed blader and the marvellous haul he had won. Tyson flopped onto his back dejectedly.

"Face it Tyson, cards aren't your thing dude," Ray smiled, trying as best he could to console the wounded pride of the dragon.

"Stick to the day job!" Hilary advised smugly, totally messing up Ray's gentle tactic. Ray sighed heavily as Tyson and Hilary erupted into yet another argument concerning Tyson's skills as a Beyblader and Hilary's apparent lack of dress sense, as Tyson saw it.

"Man, I wish we were out training," Max whispered over to Ray and Kenny. "How in the world did Tyson manage to hide that rake so good? I mean, Grandpa is really sharp for an old guy, so I thought he would have found it by now!"

"I was hoping he would have found it too," Kenny agreed. "Cos this is all starting to get boring. I'm sure Kai agrees." and with that he motioned over to their quiet leader, who was paying them zero attention as usual.

"I wish I could just switch myself off like Kai does sometimes," Ray said, noticing the placidity in Kai's eyes and the lack of concern on his face. "None of Tyson's crap seems to phase him one bit."

"Oh come on! Nothing in hell or earth seems to phase Kai!" Max stated. This was quite true, for nothing really shook Kai up too easily. Make no mistake, they had seen him shook up before, but the reason was usually something they would have gone insane over at that point.

"Wasn't Mr Dickinson supposed to call?" Kenny asked, as the argument raged on between their female companion and the easily angered boy.

"He was…" Ray noted, suddenly seeming concerned. "He said he'd call at around eleven and it's half one already. It's not like Mr Dickinson to forget to call us."

"I know…this is weird…" Max added, slipping into thought. "Maybe one of us should give him a call at his office or something?"

"I think someone is thinking ahead of us Max," Kenny said, pointing over to Kai, who had his cell phone in his hand and was punching in a number. "Kai, are you calling Mr Dickinson?"

"Hn," was Kai's reply as he brought the phone up to his ear. There was a brief pause before Kai engaged in conversation with the person who picked up the phone. "Is Mr Dickinson there?" Kai asked. He listened to the reply, and interjected in between. "He's out?! When did he leave?!" another pause. "Two hours ago? Where did he say he was going?" with this next pause a spark of concern seemed to flare in his violet eyes. "It takes fifteen minutes tops to get here by car, why the hell is it that he's not here then?!" Kai was starting to get annoyed, but the others could tell he was worried. Upon Kai raising his voice, Tyson and Hilary's momentous argument ceased. "Yeah fine whatever!" and with that Kai hung up, locking the phone's keypad and shoving it into his pocket. After a moment he looked over to the expectant faces of his team mates.

"What was that about Kai?" Max asked slowly to try and break the tension forming between them all. Kai's gaze fell to the floor.

"Mr Dickinson apparently left his office at half eleven this morning to meet with us here," Kai replied. "But, as you can see, he hasn't made it. The secretary at his office has been trying to call him since twelve but his phone seems to be out of operation."

"Out of operation?" Hilary asked, removing her arm from its strangle lock around Tyson's neck. Tyson took in a deep breath and breathed it back out again before reaffixing his attention to the matter at hand.

"Mr Dickinson is a businessman guys, I doubt he'd knock his phone out of commission on purpose," Max said, worry tainting his words.

"Maybe he didn't," Ray said.

"Maybe someone else did," Kai finished Ray's sentence. Ray looked over to Kai, fear starting to shimmer in his amber eyes. That wasn't the ending Ray had intended for this particular sentence, and the prospect that something awful had happened to Mr Dickinson chilled his blood.

"This is insane!" Tyson cried out, bringing everyone's attention to him. "Who the hell would want Mr Dickinson?!"

"Who wouldn't?" Kai responded with his own question. "Tyson, has it ever dawned on you that Mr Dickinson is a very wealthy man and has a lot of power within the BBA? If anyone wanted vital information from the BBA officials, they could use Mr Dickinson to get it. Now do you follow?"

"Oh…that's bad…" Tyson said, bringing a hand to his face.

"Idiot…" Kai muttered under his breath.

"Of course it's bad Tyson!" Kenny wailed. "Mr Dickinson has been kidnapped! We have to save him!"

"There is no conclusive proof to say that has happened yet," Kai said sternly. "Besides, we wouldn't even know where to start looking. A kidnapper would leave a ransom or a clue of some sort, so enough with the over-dramatising Kenny. We get enough of that from Tyson."

"Hey!" Tyson scoffed, poking his tongue out at Kai. "I do not over-dramatise!"

"Hn. Whatever," Kai replied, turning his gaze back to outside.

"This is bad!" Hilary cried. "If Mr Dickinson is in danger, we need to tell somebody!"

"But as Kai said, there's no proof to say this has happened," Ray said, trying to calm Hilary down. "This is just a worst case scenario guys, we really shouldn't work ourselves up over it." amidst their discussion, no one noticed Kai stand up and go outside, and no one noticed the look of distress on his face as he did so. Tyson curled his hand into a fist.

"Where the hell is that man?" he asked furiously. "This just isn't like him to leave us worried about him!" the loud rustle of leaves could be heard coming from outside, but the Bladebreakers ignored it.

"I'm with Tyson, this is totally uncharacteristic of Mr Dickinson," Max agreed with his midnight blue haired companion. "He would have left us a message if he was going to be late. This doesn't feel right to me!"

"Found the rake my home boys!" old Mr Granger barged into the dojo room where the Bladebreakers were gathered, brandishing out the rake. Tyson sighed inwardly that his grandfather had found it, because now that meant Kai would run them ragged, or worse, Hilary would. Old Granger then walked over to the door and went outside to begin raking. There was silence for all of five minutes before Tyson's grandpa let out a yell of horror. The Bladebreakers clambered out of the door, only realising then that Kai was missing.

"Grandpa!! What is it?!" Tyson asked, running over to his grandfather as quickly as he could, with his friends in tow. Tyson and the others looked down at the spot Mr Granger had been staring at and their eyes widened in fear. Over the dry auburn leaves were small spatters of a red liquid, at first spread out thinly, then it seemed to grow in abundance as the trail moved towards the gate to the dojo. The liquid was smeared all over the stone walls and down the wooden gate.

"Blood!! It's blood!" Max cried out, clamping one hand over his mouth.

"But whose?" Kenny asked, following the trail out of the dojo. The red smear continued to run along the wall, and it grew clearer the further it went that the red liquid had emanated from a person's hand. Max was right; it was blood. The trail went to the corner of the street and then just stopped.

"It stopped…it stopped why did it stop?!" Ray asked in alarm.

"Shit…" Tyson muttered, yet it was loud enough for the Bladebreakers to hear him. The shot him a glare that could only be seen as fearful.

"W-w-what is it Tyson?" Max asked, his voice trembling as a deep feeling inside of himself told him this wasn't good.

"Look…" Tyson said, holding out a torn piece of what was once white fabric, but was now stained red. "Any ideas who owned this?" after a matter of milliseconds it dawned on them all who owned this particular garment: the only member of the team not present. "Kai…"

Kai opened his eyes groggily and slowly examined his surroundings. He was lying on a cold stone floor on his side, and he was unable to move his arms or his legs.

"Looks like he's come around," a male voice said. Two strong pairs of arms lifted Kai from his position and brought him to his feet. "Seems to me we went a bit overboard with this one." the voice was coming from the man at Kai's left.

"We have a point to make here, Joseph, going 'overboard' is no real issue," another male voice responded sharply.

"Who the…fuck are you people?" Kai asked slowly. "And where…am I?"

"Good questions," the other male voice responded in a sneering tone. He was standing in front of Kai and he took out his hand and lifted Kai's chin with it, so that Kai's eyes would meet his own. Those cold eyes seemed all-too-familiar to Kai.

"B-Boris!" Kai choked. A cold fist impacted his face.

"Don't you dare compare me to that man!" the male hissed furiously. " I will not be mistaken for my poor excuse for a brother!"

"Y-you're…not Boris?! Then you must be…" Kai's eyes widened in horror. If this wasn't Boris, he knew who this was. "Lewis!! Lewis Balkov!"

"You remember me then, do you Kai?" Lewis smiled darkly. "I'm rather surprised you do. Pleasantly surprised of course. Boris didn't think I was capable enough to be a teacher at The Abbey. He thought I was a mad man! He thought I was a mad man?!!" Lewis erupted into laughter. "Boris has failed so many times! His attempts to bring down the BBA have proven fruitless!! My plan was great! It was spectacular! It was to instil fear into all who opposed Biovolt!"

"But your brother and my grandfather weren't so keen on your plan," Kai said, his voice regaining its icy cold composure. "Your plan involved the massacre of Beybladers, and in doing so you would turn all who served Biovolt into monsters, and you all would have been shot on sight."

"So Boris told me the great Voltaire didn't like my idea," Lewis continued bitterly. "Voltaire thought it was too risky. But I tried to do it anyway! I tried!"

"You tried on me!" Kai hissed, remembering clearly now. "You took me from my bed while I was sleeping and tried to kill me!"

"I would have succeeded too, if you didn't have such a penchant for trouble, so much so that your grandfather had to check on you to make sure you were in your bed!" Lewis hissed back. "Yes, your grandfather found us. You were his precious tool, he was going to need you to fulfil his plan, so I was told to leave The Abbey, and when I refused, my own brother turned me over to a mental hospital!!"

"For good reason, was the first and last smart thing your brother ever did," Kai sneered, his remark met with yet another fist to his face.

"A brother does not turn on his brother!" Lewis said in a vile tone. "Boris betrayed me!! Now Biovolt is disbanded, Voltaire is in jail and my brother's attempt to regain his pride with that stupid BEGA group went up in smoke! But now I have a chance to prove to them all that my plan would have worked right from the start! The BBA will fall at my feet!"

"Not likely!" Kai spat back. "No one will ever do anything for you!"

"Really?" Lewis smiled. "Take him to the cell with the others." the two men holding Kai nodded and dragged Kai down into the lower levels of the building, where there was a dungeon. Kai was thrown into a cell with several other people. The two men locked Kai in, before doing so they relieved him of his Beyblade and released him from his shackles. They then turned and left to rejoin their master. Kai slammed his fist into the wall furiously, to be greeted with a throbbing pain that tore through his arm.

"Kai?" a familiar male voice asked. Kai turned and saw a battered Mr Dickinson in the cell with him.

"Mr Dickinson?" Kai seemed a little take aback by this, but not really too surprised. It now made so much sense.

"He's not the only one in here," another voice said. This voice belonged to a Chinese teen, who was in here with his team mates: a tall, well-built teenager, a shorter teen and a teenage girl. The White Tigers.

"White Tigers?!" Kai gasped. "Oh shit…we're in trouble now…"

End of part one

SN: You like? This was an idea I came up with while I was trying to get to sleep. The real powerful violence should be kicking in at about chapter three, so please to god listen to my warning! If you don't I can't be held responsible, cos there's a warning there. Hoped the first chapter didn't drag out too much, cos when I get writing it can be tough to stop. Any ideas for further progression are welcome, and if anyone finds reason for there to be a pairing here tell me! Just no Kai/Ray pairings, cos that idea has been done to death now. I'm cool whatever way the coin spins . I'm adaptable. Okay later days!