DD: Again folks, so so sorry for the huge wait, I'm trying to get all my fics and stuff up to date.
I'm actually quite happy with this chapter for once, so there we go…the next chapter will be a sort of interval, but will hopefully fill in a few gaps.
Disclaimer: I wish…
CHAPTER 9
Now that he looks back, it was only a matter of time before life at the abbey went from bad to worse.
Training, in the beginning, had been a tough and hardened schedule of well, to borrow the ancient and way over-used cliché, all work and no play, it had been hard, but that was expected.
Punishment was worse. Again, to be expected.
If you did not complete the training, you'd be lucky to eat for the rest of the week, and the lashings and beatings were a bitch.
But Balcov abbey was new then, and they were only testing the waters.
And things, as Phoenix stated to me not a minute ago, went from not to bad, to far worse, following the arrival of three new members to the abbey.
Bryan Kuznetsov.
Ian Ivan.
Spencer Sergei.
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Introductions and explanations had been brief.
These three new members were of high recommendation from a testing facility on the other side of Russia.
They were advanced and well acquainted with the game.
The two previous members, already parts of Balcov Abbey were at a high advantage, being intellectual, strong and fit, and already experts at the game of blading.
So, the five of them were to be a team.
They'd enter competitions under the alias of the Demolition Boys, and they would win.
They never had a choice.
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The first competition was a disaster.
It was only small, but a contest nonetheless.
The Demolition boys didn't operate as a team.
They'd been brought up as lone soldiers and that was how they'd remain.
So the competition was lost to a team of little skill but of a hardened friendship.
And that was when the training got out of hand…
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The slate haired boy stumbled through into the dorm.
Boris had proven to be a formidable man, and now, clearly a twisted one as well.
He'd just been two hours in his coach's personal chambers, and needless to say, this wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last.
The man needed to vent out frustrations, sexual and emotional and the children at the abbey were perfect for the job.
'Hey, Hey, Hiwatari…buddy, you alright.'
The Phoenix groaned slightly at the four boys. They should be asleep should they not?
'What are you four doing awake?'
The red-head took the opportunity to grab his bunk mate, before stating simply:
'We wanted to make sure you came back.'
The Phoenix sighed miserably before leaning back into Tala's embrace, and allowing the red-head to move him to the bed.
They were hardly friends. Merely five boys who had been forced to suffer unappealing lifestyles.
They weren't friends.
Not yet.
And before Tala could pull the blanket up over his remotely younger acquaintance, the latter shrugged him off.
Bryan merely stared as the other trudged towards the door.
'Where are you going?'
Phoenix looked back slightly before stating simply.
'Away.'
And with that, he gently shut the door.
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The room was large and dark, the door had been thick and guarded, but the Hiwatari child was a wise and quick one, and had allowed his curiosity to get the better of him.
He got through with surprising ease and headed in the direction of the round table in the centre of the room.
It never should have happened.
Upon seeing the door, the boy should have high-tailed in the other direction.
He should've acknowledge the numerous guards on watch, and not allowed his curious nature to control him.
Because upon that round table was Black Dranzer.
And she was the devils bird.
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Another chapter down the drain! Woo, enter Black Dranzer…
Sorry for the long wait folks, and for everyone who reads this, I am aiming to be more frequent in my updates once again, for many reasons…But I shan't go into them.
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