Author Notes: Well I've finally uploaded chapter three! It seems like the chapters get longer with each new entry, but that's ok. Thanks again for the review! Luckily this is my last week of school, so I'll have plenty of time to finish another chapter.

Disclaimer: I {still} don't own Beyblade.

            After eight years the room sent a wave of fear over him. Everything in the room scared him, but the room was empty. But that was the worst part, not knowing what they were planning or what to expect. On the outside each face had the same insensitive and nonchalant look. But inside they were full of dread, only emotion they were taught. They were to fear him, and only him. Nothing else could possess such a great amount of power as to send them cowering. And nothing did send terror down their spines faster than them two.

                                                *Flashback*  (7 years old)

            "My your skills are improving drastically. I've never expected to see you win that match so fast." Complemented his trainer.

            "Thank you." Tala nodded respectfully toward him.

            "But the problem is you're excelling too fast. You're age group is far behind you and you still don't stop improving. Your beyblading skills are developing faster than I can teach you. This is where Voltaire has kindly stepped in. He has decided to let you move up and train with a special instructor who'll make sure you are taught beyblading the correct way." He ended on a proud note.

            How could you learn to beyblade the wrong way? I suppose an inexperienced person could use the wrong technique. What does he mean? The game is fairly obvious how to play.

            As this question rolled around in Tala's mind, a strange tall man walked into the room. Tala's trainer dismissed the other bladers and turned to Tala.

            "Tala meet your new trainer, Boris." His trainer stated.

            "Hello." Tala whispered respectfully toward the new man, who'd become his new trainer. But Boris was already studying the young boy and completely ignored Tala.

            "He [Tala] needs more of a strong voice. He appears unsure of himself, which will lead to failure for him if it is not fixed. He seems too cheery and friendly. What did you teach him here, friendship is everything? Ha! You've turned a once fierce child into a mouse. You've done nothing but delay his greatness!" Boris yelled at the man.

            "He could have been perfect, but you've destroyed that. You have just better hope that I can reverse all the damage you've caused. A little training from me should shape him into the person Voltaire wants. Now I'll assume full training of him." Boris slyly said dragging Tala toward the door. Before anything else could be discussed, Boris had yanked Tala out of the room and down the hallway toward another training room. The room was relatively large.  It held a beyblade dish and a track inside.

            "Start running." Boris coldly said. Tala stared blankly at the man. "Incase you're hard of hearing, let me clear it up for you." Boris gripped Tala's shirt and pulled the boy up to his face. "If you want to see daylight, run!" Boris hatefully spat.

            Tala began to shake furiously. "How…how far?" Boris's eyes flashed full of anger and bitterness. "Never ask questions!" Boris yelled throwing Tala at the cement wall. "Now get up and run!" Boris commanded.

            Tala weakly got up and started his painful seven-hour run.

                                                *End Flashback*

            The four boys carefully turned around to face their trainer. Each one prepared himself for an onslaught of abuse.

            "That was the most pathetic beyblading in the world! Not only did they defeat you, they crushed and humiliated you! Everyone saw you loose control of yourselves. You were all pitiful. It's no wonder you were left here. You're families were too ashamed to keep you! The abbey was once known for creating the perfect army, but now it seems our army as turned into five year olds who can't do anything! Really, how hard would it have been to beat some nobody [Ray] from China? It was obvious that he possessed no skill in the game, so tell me how you lost, Brian?" Boris ordered.

            "I don't know." Brian replied.

            "Hmph. You're disgraceful." And Boris pummeled him to the ground.

            "And how could you take so long to beat Kai?" Boris turned to Spencer.

            "He was trained by you." Spencer whispered to Boris.

            "HA! And you think that's an excuse? You won only by fluke!" Boris punched Spencer in the gut and kicked him several times till a red liquid began to show.

            "You couldn't have done any better if you were out there!" Boris yelled at Ian. Boris threw him against the wall and punched him in the face.

            All the while, Tala was standing awaiting his punishment.

            He knows this is the worst he can ever do to me. If he hurts my friends, he knows he can win. What a coward. I'm so sorry for all of this. If I had only won, we wouldn't be going through this hell right now. I should have done…

            Boris had knocked down Tala from behind. Tala could fell a drop of liquid running down the back of his neck.

            Please let it be sweat. As Tala brought his hand down to his face, red covered the tips of his fingers.

            "How embarrassing, all of you laying on the floor. Ha! Do you expect mercy? Maybe a little pity? Don't for a second believe you'll get it here! You'd better toughen up cause there is more coming." Boris stated as he left the once strong Demolition Boys laying on the ground in a pool of blood.

            It's my fault we're here. If I had only won nothing would be the way it is now. "I'm sorry." Tala apologized to his teammates as he slipped into unconsciousness.

                                                *Flashback*

            For five days Tala had no contact with anyone except Boris. Boris fixed his meals so he only received the bare minimum he could survive on. The little amount of food he received, he almost always threw up after training. Each day was the same. Warm up run for an hour, then another two hours of running to complete it. Tala was then sent straight into a beyblade match against a simulated robot. The odds were always stacked against him, so he lost every time. When this happened Boris always beat him to the ground.

             "How pathetic you are. How do you expect to become a master of beyblade if you lose to a machine?" Boris punched Tala's face several times, causing Tala to bleed.

            "If you ever want to become somebody, you're going to have to get stronger and I know the way to make you stronger." Boris dealt Tala another blow to his face. Blood began pouring from Tala's wounded face.

            "You'll never be more than a helpless abandoned brat. You'll be lucky if you survive you're training." Boris laughed as he kicked Tala in the ribs, and nearly shattering the bones. His injures burned and ached from the severe kicks and punches brought on by Boris. Tala became light-headed from the lose of blood.

            I have to get up! I can't take anymore of this. If I want to put a stop to him, I'll have to beat that machine!

            Tala somehow managed to stand up and limp to his spot near the dish. Blood still dripped down his arms and legs, while his face was mercilessly battered.

            "Good so you actually do have something inside of you besides those ridiculous emotions. Why don't you redeem yourself to me? Or are you too puny from those simple beatings?" Boris chuckled hysterically. 

            I'll show you how strong I am. I'll show the world just what real power is! There is no way I'm going to loose ever again!

            The battle was surprisingly evenly matched. Tala's blade was faster and had a better offense then any of his previous battles. Within ten minutes, Tala became the winner of the match.

            Hm. This changes everything now. If I can continue training him [Tala] like this, he'll be the perfect tool for Voltaire. Boris began picturing his reward for training such a useful weapon.

            Although weak from his battle and blood still seeping from his wounds, Tala managed to smile at his victory. Ha! It took me some time, but I defeated that stupid machine. There's no way Boris could be disappointed in me now.

            As if hearing Tala, Boris walked over to him. But he didn't give Tala the same happy smile. Instead he backhanded Tala across the face, causing more blood to pour out of his skin. Tala stumbled backwards from the surprising blow. Boris stepped forward again and dealt Tala a punch in his gut, which sent him to the concrete floor.

            "How dare you smile! You have nothing to be proud of! If you call that battle a victory, you're sadly mistaken! You'll continue advancing to harder levels till you beat your time!" Boris shouted to Tala.

            Through all the beatings, threats, and unbelievably strenuous levels, Tala's heart began to freeze. Soon the only thing Tala felt was hatred. Hatred toward Boris and the man called Voltaire.

                                                *End Flashback*

            Tala awoke to find his team still being beaten by Boris. Anger filled up inside of him.

            They don't deserve this! They haven't done anything wrong. If anyone should be getting punished, it should be me. I told them what to do, so it's my fault we lost.

            Tala pulled himself up from the floor and slowly walked toward Boris. Steadily he raised his hand and swung at Boris with all his power. Taken by surprise, Boris fell to the ground.

            "You…you…get him!" Boris angrily shouted to the guards.

            Before Tala knew what happened three huge guys grabbed his arms and tightened their grip on him as Boris approached.

            "I bet you feel really smart right now? Well let me give you a demonstration of what a real punch can do to a person." And with that said, Boris began punching Tala. Hit after hi, Tala began to loose awareness of his surroundings and what was happening. When the guards let Tala go, he fell mindlessly to the floor.

            "Now hopefully you'll remember that. But incase you don't I'll be delighted to reinforce it. Take him to Voltaire. I'm sure he'd like to have a discussion with him about this." Boris said as Tala was taken to Voltaire's office.