Chapter 17: Voltaire, The blade stops here!
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Kai: Chapter 17 for you
"And now a special word from Ming-Ming," said a reporter on the TV News.
"Hey there kids. We interrupt your programme to announce that there's a special beyblade battle coming from the new beyblade organisation called BEGA!" announced Ming-Ming in her usual high-pitched voice that is SO annoying! "It features the runner up from last year's tournament Tala, the leader of one of the hottest beyblading teams, the Blitzkrieg Boys."
Back in Tyson's dojo, both Mr Dickinson and Grandpa were watching the News with intense interests.
"So don't delay and check it out today," continued Ming-Ming. "It's a one time opportunity beybattle. Oh and I almost forget, here's the best part kids. It's on right now at the BEGA stadium."
"What is going on?" asked Mr Dickinson from his seat.
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Down at BEGA headquarters, there was already a large group of young kids waiting outside the front entrance, under the bright sun shining in the blue sky.
"Yo, Mr! Let us in. I wanna see Tala in action!" one of the kids yelled.
The two guards opened the door of the BEGA building and stood on either side of the entrance while watching the kids enter the stadium, taking their seat in the crowds.
"And remember. NO RUNNING!" warned one of the guards.
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Back with the bladers, Tala and Garland stood on a platform, a dish hidden between them, with the Bladebreakers behind Tala's back and some members of the BEGA team behind Garland.
"Welcome Bladers! I'd just like to say 'Hello' and wished everyone good luck, in our little match," smirked Voltaire.
"Looks like it's just you and me, huh Tala?" said Garland, arms folded across his chest.
"Yeah I guess that's the plan, Garland," nodded Tala. "Just so you know, if you don't want to embarrass yourself from the public, you should back down now!"
"Fat chance, man. In fact this is my chance to prove my fans how greater blader I am," grinned Garland.
Tala narrowed his icy blue orbs at his opponent, a small growl escaping from within his throat.
"Oh, and by the way…"
The ground shook slightly from beneath Tala's feet, as the small platform between the two competitors slid opened in half, bringing up a new stadium for the challengers.
It was a normal beige dish with just a small fountain in the middle.
"Voltaire designed a special dish just for you, when you signed on,"
"That's it! I've had enough of your speeches. I came here to battle. So let's get started." Tala crouched down into position, launcher in his hand as he got himself prepared.
"People pay good money to see this battle."
A pair of crimson orbs over the four black-triangles widen at this.
"So hold your horses," finished Garland.
"Look, they're ready to start!" someone yelled.
This caught the Bladebreakers and Tala surprised.
"Hey what gives?" asked Tyson. They all looked around to see the stadium filled with young bladers, running to get a good seat. Amongst them were the Majesties and the Blade Angels.
"Unbelievable!" gaped Rei. "How did the kids hear about this?"
"That goes to prove how much they are hyped to turn beyblade into a professional."
Outside the building, a bright yellow taxi screeched to a stop and the Jazz exit the car quickly, not wanting to miss the opening.
"Forget about how they got here, lets concentrate on the battle," suggested Max. "I think we all have this bad gutted feeling about all this."
"So we should keep our eyes open, guys," said Tyson.
'Well I guess we're just going to have to wait and watch. And if Voltaire tries to do any funny business, then we'll find out soon enough,' thought Tyson.
The Jazz took his position up on the stage between Tala and Garland.
"And now for the beybattle you all have been waiting for! Tala versus Garland! And for the dish, we have the fountain of fate. And now time to meet the boys who will be beyblading today.
"First up is the leader of the Blitzkrieg Boys: Tala! Don't forget he's the runner up of the beyblade world champion!"
"Amazing how this is all well prepared," grinned Tala.
"And on the other side of the dish is the young and temptation Garland of the BEGA team!"
"Amazing? Not at all Tala. The more witnesses we have, the better," smiled Voltaire.
"However, this is what I've been looking for as well because you won't be able to boast about your professional league, after I embarrass you in front of such a big crowd."
"OK Gentlemen! It's time to get this battle underway! In 3… 2… 1… LET IT RIP!"
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After watching the beginning of the beybattle, the heiress of Hiwatari got up from lying on the bed. Her crimson orbs hardened at what her grandfather have in store and placing her trainers on her feet, she walked down the stairs of the Shuzoku mansion.
"Hey! Glad you made it," she said to her partner-in-crime, Sam Ferdinand.
"No problem," he nodded, still watching the beyblade battle. Rayne also watched a bit before turning away at the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She walked up to the fireplace and put a photo frame down on the fireplace sill. Immediately, the fire was put out and the whole place was pushed forward slightly and changed.
It was a secret door and behind it were many weapons; Guns of all types and sizes, swords and daggers, belts and bullet-vest.
Rayne went to the technology beside it. A tube the size of a human being, but slightly bigger. She opened the door to the tube and stepped into it. The moment later, she was dressed out of her attire and into her normal FBI uniform. She returned to the fireplace and took out the many things she need for the final stage of her mission: Kill Voltaire.
She put on her belt and attached her personal 6.2mm gun at every pocket. She placed her two swords behind her in a criss-cross, at least five daggers on her left hip and the spare 6.2mm bullets in a pocket on her trouser.
"Ready?" asked Boris as he came into view.
The FBI soldiers nodded and the three of them set out to meet Kai at the entrance of the BEGA building.
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Yellow beyblade and white beyblade met in mid air before circling each other around the dish like a cat-and-mouse-chase.
"So, I hope you have been training because I might just wanna play for a while," grinned Garland.
The two beyblade clashed against each other before setting down to another round of the cat-and-mouse-chase.
"Come on, Garland. All you ever do is talk," Tala narrowed his eyes. "WOLBORG! ATTACK!" he commanded.
The white beyblade picked up speed and span straight into the yellow beyblade, hitting its attack ring.
"AND we start with a blow, with Tala breaking the wind and headed towards Garland, starting with the offence," announced the Jazz.
White beyblade continued to hit against the yellow beyblade, with sparks flying everywhere.
"This is getting intense!" announced Jazz.
"Atta boy Tala!" cried Hilary.
"Something is not right," said the chief.
"Yeah. It looks like as if it's Tala so far, but something is weird," said Ray. "It's like with each attack, there's a faint mark. If Tala keeps this up, he'll wear himself off."
"I think you are right, Ray," agreed Mystel. "If I know old Garland, he's just waiting till Tala ran out of gas, because when he does, Garland will pounce on him for the win."
"You think?"
"Garland is one of the top bladers. Garland is the kind of blader who hangs back and doesn't waste any energy while his opponent keeps on attacking and wears himself out," said Kenny, analysing the battle through his laptop. "It's very similar to a professional boxer who spends his time on the ropes."
"If Tala keeps this up, he'd be so worn out he doesn't stand a chance of winning!" cried Hilary.
"You've got to admit that is a smart strategy," agreed Max.
"Yeah," breathed Tyson.
"Hey, Tala! Don't say I didn't warn you that this is going to be a long one," chirped Garland.
"You creep!" growled the redhead.
Wolborg attacked its opponent again.
"Garland, why would a guy of your talent, be involved with Voltaire?" asked Tala.
"Oh temper, temper," Garland shook his head. "Maybe it's time I fill you in on what's going on here. Have you ever heard of the Seabrook family? Well for your information, that's my last name!"
"Yeah, sure. I've heard of them," nodded Tala.
"Everyone in my family is a pro athlete. And I planned on continuing my family tradition. Jesse the baseball player; Tad is into soccer, Kylie is into Tennis, Britt's into Golf and Jamie's a racer," said Garland with pride.
"Each one of my brothers and sisters became number one in their sport. Then it was my turn. I decided to make my own name and become the number one beyblader in the world and when Voltaire came along, I knew I could make that chance happen.
"So far, everything is running into place. Now I'm on the verge to greatness in my chosen sport. It's only a matter of time till I'm the new world champ."
"Do you really believe that Voltaire has your best interest at heart?" cried Tala. "He's just a big phoney! And if you think that I don't know what I'm talking about, then you're dead wrong. I've been there!"
"By being one of BEGA I have all the access to all the beyblading environment I could ask for," said Garland coolly. "What were you thinking when he gave you the opportunity yourself?"
"Give me a break. He's just feeding you bug, Garland," snorted Tala. "I can't stand him because he used me, just like he's using you now!"
"I suppose we would never understand each other, which is too bad for you," sighed Garland. Garland's hands turned into fists and were raised at chest level. He's ready to fight back.
"NO!" Tala cried at the sight of Garland fighting back, and pushing Wolborg back.
"You are inferior and it's time for you to lose!" Garland made movements using his arms. Wolborg was pushed back, hitting against the fountain. Then Garland did all sorts of martial arts moves which are all connected with his beyblade as his blade fought back.
"Boy! It looks like the table has turned," gasped Max.
"Rotation intensity speed? Garland's blade waves are completely off the charts!" cried Kenny; sweat beads were pouring down his cheek.
"Come on!" growled Tyson.
Garland made a powerful punch, causing Tala to move back as the yellow beyblade hit the white, since Tala was also connected to his beyblade.
"You're starting to make me sick, Garland," said Tala. "And that's why, when you make your move, it's going to be your last!"
The engine gear inside Wolborg triggered making the beyblade span faster than ever.
"Oh really?" asked Garland. He jumped up in the air, ready to make his move.
Tala's icy orbs glinted as he called out his attack.
"WOLBORG! NOVAE ROGUE!"
Garland gasp as his beyblade was trapped, turning into ice, with Wolborg hitting him through. But Apollo wasn't damaged as he hit the side of the dish and continued to spin inside.
"Good. But not good enough," smirked Garland.
"Huh. You just got lucky," snarled Tala. "But not this time." Tala raised his arm and Wolborg head on for the attack. The engine gear clicked again and Tala called up for his attack for the second time.
"NOVAE ROGUE ATTACK!"
This time, the attack froze the fountain and Wolborg span in mid air. But the yellow beyblade was unseen.
"Where did it go?" asked Tala. Then he looked up above and gasped. Garland had managed to avoid the attack.
"You might wanna watch your attack so that you get to hit the target," growled Garland. Apollo attacked Wolborg and landed back into the dish.
"I've had it!" growled Tala. Feeling it's master's rage, Wolborg tried everything it can to attack Apollo, but every time the white beyblade get closer to the yellow, it wasn't able to hit any of parts of the beyblade.
"Oh no!" gasped Tyson. "Tala's attacked aren't working."
"Oh boy! Tala is lame!" said a kid in the crowd. Anya growled deep in her throat at that.
"Hey chill," soothed Vivien. Soon everyone was all throwing criticism at Tala. Voltaire looked away a bit in disgust. Anya couldn't hold on anymore and she got up from her seat, turning to the boy who started all this commotion.
"HEY KID!"
Everyone turned to the female redhead.
"SHUT UP!" she growled.
"Hey! It's our sisters!" gasped Rei.
"But where's Rayne?" asked Max.
The Blade Angels turned from the crowd and jumped over the railings of the seats, running towards the Bladebreakers.
"Hey guys!" chirped Amber. Tala turned to see his twin behind him, giving him an encouraging wink. He smirked back and turned to the battle.
"Thought you were a tough guy?" asked Garland as Wolborg continued to try and attack Apollo. "Time to take you down!" and with a grunt, Garland made his beyblade contact the white beyblade, throwing it out, what seems to be out of the dish.
"Oh! It looks like Tala's Wolborg might be out of here!" announced the Jazz.
The two teams slowly gasped and gaped at the white beyblade, hoping against hope that it could reach inside of the dish.
"Tala!" cried Anya.
Suddenly bars appeared around the dish, as Wolborg hit one of them, continued spinning INSIDE of the beige stadium.
Garland looked up to Voltaire in surprise.
'This is not what I had envisioned. If I can't entertained a stadium full of beyblade fan, then what's the point of all this? I have to come up with something,' thought Voltaire, in anger. 'My entire career is running on this little enterprise and I simply cannot fail!'
'I could've end this now. But that's not what Voltaire wants,' thought Garland and returned his attention back the match.
"Hey? What's up?" asked Vivien.
"That's what I'd like to know," answered Kenny.
"May I have your attention," spoke Voltaire on the mic. "I have made a decision. This fight will continue, until one of the competitors have stopped spinning."
"This is not good," sniffed Amber.
"Alright. Now I'm confused. I thought this was already over!"
"You heard the man! This match will continue until the last man stands," repeated the Jazz while the crowd cheered.
"Don't blame me!" said Garland coolly. Tala growled at him.
Outside the whole building, Sam, Boris, Kai and Rayne were looking up at the stadium of the BEGA headquarters. Rayne was already entering the premises.
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"Ok! Lets settle this once and for all," suggested Tala.
"As you can hear, Tala, my fans want me to win. So there's no way I'm going to disappoint them," he grinned. Wolborg headed towards Apollo in full speed and once again the Garland dodged it. Wolborg went for it for the second time but she missed again. But on the third roll, Apollo hit Wolborg and he was sent flying against the bars. Wolborg stood it's ground and span on its top.
"This is wicked! The kid said.
"This is going to be sweet," said his best friend. "Go Garland!"
Apollo hit Wolborg again, sending shock waves against Tala. Again his beyblade managed to spin on its top after that blow, but wasn't able to recover as Apollo hit Wolborg one after another.
Tala was getting weaker and weaker and he slowly crouched down onto his knees.
"Hey Tala!" called Alexia.
"Just hang in there!" yelled his twin.
"Garland's blade is running on empty!" called Kenny.
"Yeah, but so is Tala," said Max.
"We have to end this and hurry," suggested Hilary.
"Right. So we better tell him," said Tyson.
"Finish him off Tala!" cried Anya.
Up on the balcony Voltaire noticed something unusual. There were a few figures hidden in the shadows, walking around, watching the battle and looking around and the feeling he has in his stomach made him let out a sigh. He walked backwards and down the corridor behind him to his office.
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Rayne and the gang managed to enter the premises with no problem, but this set Rayne into a suspicion.
'Why would someone like Voltaire have no guards around this place?' she thought to herself.
"It doesn't make any sense," she muttered under her breath. Kai, who was right beside her, pricked up that part.
"What's wrong?" he whispered.
"It's… too simple. There are no guards."
"Are you sure?" he quirked an eyebrow at his twin. Rayne looked at him in confusion. He pointed his finger up ahead of them. There in front of them, wearing dark uniforms, and sunglasses, arms behind their back puffing out their muscular chest were many guards of BEGA.
"Oh," Rayne grinned sheepishly.
"You're worried. We'll get him, don't worry."
Rayne nodded to Sam and he waved his hand. This caught other FBI attentions and soon, they barged in and took care of the guards outside the entrance of the main facilities, distracting them.
Nodding, Kai and Rayne climbed up to the ceiling and climbed across to the other side over the incident beneath while Boris just went around, careful to not get injured in any way. Soon they all rejoined at the other side of the lobby.
"Boris, hack into the system and stop any other beybattles. Kai and I are going to take a little visit to see our dear grandfather," she smirked.
Boris nodded and headed for the control room.
"Let's get going," said Kai. Nodding, Rayne and her twin headed to the opposite direction. They walked down the long and winding corridor, turning around many corridors and following signs to the stairs if the corridor meets with other corridors.
They finally reached end of that long corridor. Unfortunately it was a dead end.
"Damn!" growled Kai.
Except for a few doors. Rayne rolled her eyes and pressed a button between the doors and one of them opened with a small 'ting'.
"Oh, right. Elevators," Kai sweatdropped at his own stupidity.
"Let's just go," sighed Rayne, entering. Kai followed and the door shut automatically. Kai pressed the button 'Top Floor' that would take them to the floor below the Stadium; the floor where it all ends; the death floor.
Rayne was placing her bullets in her gun, Kai doing the same to one of the gun that were given to him by Sam.
"You ok?" he whispered?
"Yeah," her voice was slightly cracked, but determination droned that out. Kai looked over at her, watching her a feeling inside of him gnawing at the pit of his stomach.
"If something happen…"
"ONE thing will be happening is…" she looked up at him, "Voltaire will be dead. Nothing is going to happen to us that will separate us nor separate us away from the others."
Kai sighed and pulled Rayne into a tight hug.
"But what if it happens?" he whispered. Rayne smiled softly sensing other presence.
"Mum and dad are here."
Kai widen his eyes and pull away. Indeed in the depths of the duplicate crimson pools of his own he could see the reflection of his parents; the reflection of what Rayne can see. He smiled back.
"Lets do this."
The elevator stopped and with a ting the door opened and the twins stepped out, followed by their hero and heroine of their life.
"There seems to be no guard,"
"Voltaire is really making it hard for himself," groaned Rayne.
"Really? I doubt that is understandable," said a voice. The twins all turned to see the one they hate step out of the shadows, the famous Hiwatari smirk pasted on his lips. All three of the Hiwataris' stared at each other; Voltaire broke the contact first and headed towards his office. Rayne and Kai exchanged nods and followed, but at a safe distance.
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The door to a very large room opened and the owner of the room entered, the smirk still playing on his lips, followed by two 16-year-old teenagers. The old man has grey/white hair and a pair of cold, crimson pools, wearing a grey suit under his brown cloak.
One of the teenagers was wearing what seems to be a Navy FBI uniform, the Russian flag strapped around her upper arm. The soldier has two-toned black hair and a pair of dangerous, crimson orbs, glaring at her grandfather, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail. All over her body above her uniform were all sorts of swords, daggers and guns.
Beside her was her twin but the opposite sex. He has two-toned blue hair, wearing black muscle top and blue baggy pants. His long, white scarf was tied around his neck. A pair of red arm guards was attached to his arm as well as blue face paint in triangles on his cheeks.
"Welcome… to my office. Please sit," said the old man.
"No thank you," the soldier snarled. A white eyebrow was cocked on his forehead.
"Want something to drink?"
"Enough talk!" growled the boy, glaring at his grandfather. "Your time is up!"
"Oh really?" chuckled the white-haired man. "And what will two of my grandchildren are going to do?"
Rayne lifted her trusty 6.2mm gun and aimed it at his forehead, the back clip clicked. Kai also took out his gun from his pocket, switching off the safety button, also aiming at the man.
Voltaire continued to smirk at the sight, an amusement written all over his face.
"Is that all you are going to do? Shoot me? Now that's funny,"
"You won't be laughing when you're unconscious for good, every single sparkle of life out of you, lying on the ground as still as stone!" hissed the girl, almost pulling the trigger fully.
One of the three pairs of crimson pools widen in fear as he too saw them; his blooded son and daughter-in-law, angered filled their eyes, standing behind their children.
The ghostly eyes turned pitch black with small sparks erupting beneath them flowing ever so slowly and dangerously towards Voltaire, lifting him up, freezing him stiff.
Both the twins smirk and one by one they pulled the trigger
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A shot on his left leg
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Another shot on other leg. Voltaire gritted his teeth in pain
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The third shot on his right arm.
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The fourth shot his left arm
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A bullet through his kidney; or the place where it is.
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A bullet through his 'so-called' brains.
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And the last shot through his chest; through his 'suppose-to-be-heart' location.
Everything was done.
"7," she spoke. Her twin looked at her.
"7 was his lucky number."
"7 large groups of recruit in the abbey; 7 tries in attempt to take over the world; 7 times he escaped; and now… 7 shots in his body. 7… is his lucky number."
Kai smirked and shook his head. "Lets go. There's a battle going on between Tala and Garland."
"I know," she whispered.
The both turned around to meet with Boris, who has a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Done," he breathed.
"So have we," said Kai, looking back at his grandfather in disgust. Boris nodded.
"One thing. I made a promise a long time ago with your grandfather."
"What is it?"
"I have to watch over any matches until it's taken down,"
"Meaning?" asked Kai.
"The current match, between Tala and Garland… it's Boris job to overlook that now that Voltaire is dead." Answered Rayne.
Boris nodded once again.
"Alright."
"Thank you," breathed Boris. They all set out to the stadium.
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Apollo continued to mess around and hit Wolborg with every chance he got. But with every hit send a shock wave at Tala and this isn't good as it push Tala away and also injures him.
"You think… if you can beat me… think again!" cried Tala between gasps of breath. He slowly got up from where he was crouched.
"Tala," breathed Hilary.
"But he doesn't have the strength to continue," cried Amber, tears in her eyes already.
"He's too wild. Tala can't keep this going," said Tyson.
"Someone has got to stop him," suggested Max.
"YURIY!" shouted Anya, but Tala didn't listen to any of them as he tried to win the battle with the remaining strength.
"Time to put an end to your misery," smirked Garland as he began to glow red. Tala could do nothing but watch, with his eyes narrowed.
"RADIANT THUNDER ATTACK!" commanded Garland. Sparks were now around Tala as he and his bit beast got hit with the attack. As soon as the brightness covered up the stadium it was soon gone. The bars around the dish were destroyed as Garland collected his beyblade. Wolborg stopped spinning but damaged as Tala was pushed back, landing at the foot of the stairs.
"YURIY!" someone screamed from the top of the area, where the balcony was. The bladebreakers and the Blade Angels all ran to Tala's aid, hoping against all hopes that he was all right.
"Yuriy? Are you all right?" asked Anya, placed a hand on his forehead. Those pair of icy blue orbs that were closed opened gingerly and he replied, "Yeah, I think so," and then was closed. "Hang in there, bro," whispered Anya. "We'll get to the bottom of this."
"YURIY!" someone screamed. Everyone turned to see Rayne, jumping over rails and running as fast as she could towards her love, with her twin behind her and in seconds, she was kneeling by his side, his redhead laying gently on her lap.
"Are you ok?" she whispered.
Tala let out a sigh, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes were closed.
"Yuriy?" cracked Rayne. "Come on talk to me please?"
The gang heard footsteps behind them and they all turned to see a group of people in white. At once they knew they were the medic because of the Red Cross band on their arm. One moment, Rayne was clinging to Tala and the next moment, he was out of her arms, the doctors taking him to emergencies.
"No!" cried Rayne, tears falling down, trying to go after them. But she was hold up by her best friend and brother. "Please, no,"
"It'll be OK… I promise," whispered Kai. Rayne gritted her teeth, anger, sorrow, rage, upset going through her body and she jerked her head towards the direction of the BEGA team.
"YOU! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS GARLAND! MARK MY WORDS! YOU AND BEGA ARE GOING DOWN. TO HELL WITH VOLTAIRE, HE'S DEAD! TO HELL WITH PRO LEAGUE! TO HELL WITH BEGA! YOU! ARE! GOING! DOWN!"
DK: There you go. All 15 pages done . Hopefully I could get the last chapter up as soon as possible, hopefully before my exams. Or else I'm dead Xx.
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