Sorry guys for the looooooooooooooooooooooooong wait! Summer vacation's here so I'm trying my best to update my stories so I'm gonna try and be quicker with the chapters since I know how it sucks to wait for so long. Thanks for being patient and R&R after you're doing reading!
Speak -- Chapter 4
"I am going to be away for a few days," Voltaire announced.
All his men had gathered urgently to his office after hearing his message on the PA system.
The whole crimson coloured room was filled with men in dark clothing all lined up like military soldiers. They stood straight and faced towards him, the room all quiet and waiting for his reply. Their boss sat behind his desk, sitting in a comfortable chair, hands folded together.
"So with this in mind, you had better take care of the place while I'm gone. Furthermore, special instructions are to be followed for May," he said, getting straight to the point.
He was quite worried about the event that had just occurred awhile ago. And even though he didn't like her parents that much, he still had a duty to see them and get things settled. After all, it was his fault that things became like this.
He closed his eyes and let out a long, sad sigh.
Boris stood at the corner, not liking what Voltaire would be saying. He knew it was something that he did not like; something that would ruin his own plans.
"It is an order that she is to stay in her room until I return. Food should be brought to her for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And turn the cameras on in her room so that if she tries something that will harm her you may go in and punish her."
Voltaire regretted the last part of his speech and felt that something bad would happen from then on. His "punish" was obviously different from that of Boris' and his men.
He stood up and walked towards the door as 2 men carried his luggage, following behind him. But as he was about to open the door, he ended the conversation with a threat:
"If any were to dare disobey my orders, and she were to be harmed and uncared for as I said before, your life will surely pay the price."
He looked at all of them, especially at Boris with a serious and menacing expression, and then smiled as he closed the door.
"You heard him, now back to work!" Boris commanded.
'Now, I'm sure he wouldn't mind me being in charge while he's gone……..' Boris wondered to himself, an evil glint in his eye.
"VOLTAIRE!" a male voice called as the old man was about to get inside the black car.
He looked at the boy and it turned out to be Tala, who was running toward him.
Tala waited before saying any more, wanting Voltaire to clearly explain the situation.
This was what he liked about Tala and that was why he made him the captain of the Demolition Boys. Although Tala could be easily angered, his other characteristics were great.
"Your job," Voltaire whispered, looking at the ground, hand shaking as he gripped the door handle, "is to take good care of May; who knows what those fools are planning on doing…."
"Y-yes sir!" Tala said as he saluted the car as it drove away into the distance.
There was darkness everywhere, surrounding the whole room. The only light that could be seen was the moonlight from the tiny window and from the hall outside her room.
She sat there on her bed, covered with the dark blanket. She had her legs bent in front of her and arms wrapped around them to support her position.
There was nothing for her to do except wait.
Wait for what exactly? She wasn't sure herself.
She leaned her chin on her knees as her eyes began to close, ever so slowly. Her mind was in a haze and she couldn't think at all, for the confusion was giving her a headache. It felt like she needed to do something to erase the pain.
Just then, the door creaked open, letting the bright light seep in and cover half her body. She looked at the shadow on the floor, clearly showing that it was a man. She ignored him and just sat there in silence looking straight at the door to her small bathroom.
"Ah Tala, what are you doing here?" another man came, stopping him from coming into the room. His voice was much deeper and sounded rough unlike the other one's whose voice sounded lively and young.
"I will be taking her to a room for training, so I suggest you be gone," the man commanded, trying to shoo the boy.
"It's my job to take care of May. Voltaire told me so," the boy replied, standing his ground. "And who said that she was allowed to start training all of a sudden! Boris, she's not herself!"
"Insolent boy, how dare you talk to me like that!" Boris yelled, hitting Tala at the side of the face, his anger starting to boil. "It was part of the instructions given to Voltaire!"
There was silence and Tala didn't bother to say anything back, but instead just watched as Boris dragged the navy-haired girl out of bed. And it was weird because she didn't scream when coming in contact with anyone; she didn't make a scared expression at all. All she did was just let herself be dragged and pulled as if she was a doll. And that was when Tala figured that maybe she could survive this way, with this new life not known as "May" anymore.
It had been only 1 days since then, and Tala was feeling apprehensive. He was carefully being watched by the men and was not able to do the things he could do before ever since his argument with Boris. Even his own pals weren't allowed to associate with him.
He was left alone, totally invisible to everyone.
Here he was, sitting alone at a table away from everyone elses' just poking away at the food on his tray.
The doors flung open revealing 4 men in the front and Boris at the back, with someone else behind all of them.
Just what was going on?
The whole room was silent and everyone was getting excited about the upcoming news.
Boris coughed; a prideful expression on his face before talking. "This – THIS is what you call perfection." He moved aside and let everyone's eyes wander to the figure; a girl dressed in a stylish black, red and white get-up with pieces of metal flashing on some parts of her body. It wasn't like the clothes complimented her body or anything, but she did look quite professional and arrogant. She looked like a natural-born leader; she wasn't some girl to mess with, she was a mature woman right before Tala's eyes. She was absolutely not a girly-girl;
Her maroon hair cut short and touched the middle of her neck, was curled in at the front to cup her face and curled out at the back. Her eyes, a bright crimson, were expressionless like her face, but still had a serious and mean composure.
"This is what you all should aim for. This is what you can never be," Boris said, not caring about the feelings he was now hurting. He had it, what he always wanted and he was damn happy. Beyblading didn't matter to him anymore, his main focus would be her.
There were whispers going around, most of them being, "isn't she that May girl?"
"She is known as Genesis."
After a few moments, she started to walk around the room, now casting her bright red eyes on a few boys. Some looked nervous, others looked lustful; it was all so sickening to Tala. Damn, he even saw his friends with the same looks! Were they that horny?
Tala began to wonder what was up and what she was planning on doing and he was sure that everyone else was thinking the same thing. The May from before and this girl now, Genesis, they were two different girls. When he thought about it, May wanted to make herself invisible and was scared of everyone in Biovolt, excluding her grandfather. But compared to Genesis, she could actually talk and enjoyed the attention. They were complete opposites; And one thing that Tala would keep in mind was that their eye colours were different: May had ruby eyes and Genesis had fluorescent red eyes. So if something were to happen and he would need to tell them apart, he'd know which one was which.
All of a sudden, one of the boys at a table fell off his chair and was now on the floor, Genesis standing just right beside him with a smirk on her face. The dark-haired boy looked up at her, first with anger in his brown eyes, and then it changed to fear. It was her eyes that seemed to do the trick; they were an abnormal colour and it looked so piercing and so much like the colour of blood.
She bent down in front of him, both not paying any attention to the crowd watching them. And with her two hands, she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him up to his feet, pulling him a few centimeters close to her face so he could hear these words:
"You're gonna fight me, okay?" She ended with a sweet voice, a happy expression on her face.
This was NOT good.
Ah man, I forgot all the things I was gonna put in the story………..so I'm kinda making some of the things up along the way. Hmmm……..this is really getting interesting to me. I hope you guys aren't eager for any romance scenes or anything………but I know I'm gonna post one up after a chapter or two so be patient! Lol. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for reading. R&R plz!
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