Ah! Took me so long to update (AGAIN, it's typical of me). Thanks for reviewing everyone and/or reading 'Speak'. Enjoy the chapter, 'cuz it's quite important. Pretty cool….well, I thought it was lol.

Oh yea, I kinda got this title from this book I was reading a LOOOOOOOOONG time ago. It's also called 'Speak' and I forgot who the author is, but it's about this Melinda girl and how she got raped or something…..can't seem to remember anymore lol. Has anyone read that? Hmm…….probably, probably not.

Disclaimer: Beyblade does not belong to me, but other fictional (or is it NON-fictional?) characters that are not included in Beyblade are MINE!

OK, GO READ!

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Chapter 3

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"Boris! We've found her," the guards announced through the walkie talkies. How long had it been? They'd always find her constantly, even though she'd be scolded afterwards.

'Not like we can do much about it,' Boris cursed.

Is her mind not able to comprehend anymore? No…………..

"Go there and turn up the levels until she can no longer withstand it," Boris commanded without emotion. How dare she disobey orders………

'She needs to be disciplined even though it's against orders for me to do something like this,' Boris thought.

"And we will keep our mouths shut about this to Voltaire," he added in, for safety. Boris knew Voltaire cared deeply about his granddaughter – May.

As the guards left the room, Boris swiveled around in his chair, facing towards the super computer.

Name: May Hiwatari

Age: 14

Birthday: January 17

Location: Unknown

Status: Vanished/dead

Description: 5'2 foot tall, 85 pounds, maroon-coloured hair, ruby coloured eyes, peachy-tan skin.

"I know what you're doing dear girl," Boris smiled, looking at her description picture on the screen of the computer, "and I'll give it to you……until you finally die."

He let out a number of laughs, just thinking of the idea.

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"ALL OF YOU! Those who dare to disobey MY orders will result in this state!" Boris yelled to the children, the slaves, the soldiers.

It was the first time anyone had seen something like this happen in BioVolt.

Everyone turned their attention towards the glass window on his right side. There, somewhat standing and somewhat leaning, clutching the helmet, not even trying to pry it off, but clenching her fists while placing them on the sides of the helmet. No tears were shown on her face, but you could tell there was pain. All of them watched as her mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

'Is she saying something? Or is she screaming?' Tala wondered, surprised at how she could endure this much. None of them could hear anything, except for Boris's words and people's gasps, and the silence.

"Even as a girl, she is able to go past level 10!" a guard whispered to another guard beside him. Unfortunately, everyone had heard that, and soon whispers with one another were heard.

Who was this girl?

Where did she come from?

Was she even human?

Why was a GIRL here in BioVolt?

"Yes, past level 10. Unlike all of you and those who were punished, none of you could do something like that! You would have died by then. And maybe, SO WILL SHE!"

"STOP IT!" Tala yelled, catching everyone's attention. He pushed through others and ran past the guards and Boris himself without as much as an order to remain where he was.

He was sure that punishment like hers was waiting for him later on………….

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In the Room

"Hey! Let's get that off!" Tala told the girl, trying to take off the helmet on her head. She was now leaning against the wall, hands by her sides, looking straight ahead, into nothingness.

Suddenly, her hands began to move, and grasped onto Tala's hands. Tala froze, wide-eyed at what she was doing. She was pushing his hands away…………….but why?

She was…………pushing him away………

Did she really want this………………?

She wanted to stay like that…………..?

Tala continued to stare at her in disbelief as she slowly stood up drowsily, eyes a bit open, looking at her hands.

None of them paid attention to the fact that people were watching through the glass window, and that guards were now separating the two, and taking off her helmet, as much as she tried to protest.

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"I shall have a talk with you later for today's behaviour. LEAVE!" the man shouted angrily, pointing towards the door.

As the young man left in silence, Voltaire looked at the Tala and May. Tala was covered in bruises and dirt. A bit of blood was coming out of his lip, but nonetheless, he was fine. As for the girl beside him, that had been too quiet throughout the whole time, she was spaced out. She did not even look at any of them, nor said anything, even when they asked her to.

From where Voltaire was standing, she looked like a wind-up doll – a puppet. Her body position was not straight, but was hanging loosely, along with her hands, and her head was tipped down a bit and to the side. Her eyes……..she looked………unconscious.

'Boris, what did you do to my granddaughter? Anyone else, but NOT her,' Voltaire thought in despair.

Right now, the two young ones sat there silently, drifting in their thoughts, both seemingly unconscious. Both not wanting to move.

The door abruptly, opened once more, making Voltaire wonder, who would come at a time like this?

"WHERE IS SHE!" the voice of another man yelled, dragging his wife in with him, who was in tears. The couple was both wearing suits, like they had just come out from work or some sort of business.

"WHERE IS OUR DAUGTHER!" he yelled at Voltaire, slamming his hand on the desk, not even bothering to look at the two children, seated a few feet away from them.

"We've missed her so much……..we…..I……when she disappeared………..dead……" the woman could only say, bursting into tears once more, covering her face with her hands.

"May is not dead." The father and mother choked and stood there in silence.

"May is…………" the mother looked at the girl with maroon coloured hair, who was not even paying attention, whereas Tala just watched and waited for their reactions.

"This is………..," the father gulped, holding back his tears, his hands shaking as he neared May, "our baby girl………our…….daughter."

The mother hugged May tightly, a laugh escaping her lips, along with a happy smile. The father, too, did the same.

And there it was - a family reunion.

A happy family reunion………….until……..

"May, let's go home now," her father suggested, taking her hand in his and pulling her up.

"We've been so worried about you, it's been so long………..and they wouldn't let us….." the mother sobbed again, while walking along with her husband.

But as they took a step away, their backs turned towards Voltaire, May pulled her hand away, her bangs and the rest of her hair shadowing her face, as she looked at the carpeted floor.

Tala waited.

What was she going to do?

What had happened?

Why did her parents come now of all days……?

"Who are you?" her voice echoed in the room, as she finally looked up, turning to see everyone's faces. Her parents hugged each other tightly, a sad sigh, and more tears breaking loose.

"May, these are your parents," Voltaire told her softly. He knew that they'd come for their daughter some day……..but they were too late.

"May? I don't know a 'May'," she responded, no confusion in her voice.

Their eyes all widened. They all had little ideas about what happened, but this was still unbearable. In silence, the couple retreated, grasping one another, their shoulders shaking. What an enormous defeat….

As the door clicked and closed, she looked at the two men who were left. But before any of them could say anything, Voltaire hurried out of the room, calling the parents.

"What happened to you………….?" Tala asked her. He walked to her and looked her up and down, then at her face. He knew something about her changed, but he didn't know what. "Your parents come, all worried and all, and that's how you can respond? What kind of child are you?"

"Who are all of you? Where am I?" She had finally spoken. She had a voice, just like the rest of us. She sounded too much like a child, but with the knowledge of a child that shouldn't know such things. There was bitterness in her voice, and her parents knew, she was no longer the daughter they had a year ago – the one that always had a smile on her face.

"So you're telling me………" Tala pondered, pacing around the room, "that you've lost your memory."

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Dun, dun, dunnnn………..

And so it has begun!

Everything should get a BIT more interesting now……..

hmm….dunno if I should've added on some extra details in this chapter……but well, I was hurrying cuz of a few reviews I got awhile ago……..I should get started on those other fics of mine huh…..? Well, whatever. Here's some questions for you to answer if you decide to review and all…….

Am I making Tala too…….soft-hearted?

Should I make Tala and May the same age? If so, what ages?

Should I haul Boris's ass off my story? (haha)

And ummm……I have more questions, but I answered them myself lol. But maybe I'll include a few next time to see what you guys think, 'kay?

Thanks for reading and those who have reviewed and/or are going to review NOW! ) lol

- PhoenixResurrected