A Year To Live
Scarlet Diamonds: Pleeeease, update Magic, Muggles, and a thing called beyblade. PLEASE!!!
Author's Notes: I AM mean. Ooo… So that's where I stopped… Lets see…………… Should I make him go back, means more torture(I'd like that), or should I make him confess??? Ooo…
11—On the Edge of Chaos
Kai's eyes widened with shock.
"Oh, alright then, I'll call back later." Mr. Dickenson replied and turned to look at Kai mildly. A frown creased on his forehead.
"Kai? … Kai? Are you alright?"
Whatever colour that was once in Kai's face drained out. He was breathing heavily, with his mouth slightly agape.
"Don't call him. Whatever you do, don't call him. He mustn't know…" Kai breathed incoherently. A doctor stepped into the room, took one look at Kai and said, "His under distress. I suggest you leave, for the moment."
They filed out of the room, as each cast a puzzled glance back at their team captain.
Kai
What did I do? What did I do? I just lost control. You'll pay for it! I'll find you… And you'll pay, HORRIBLY.
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"Relax, kiddo… No one's here to harm you. They can't hurt you anymore…" the doctor soothed, as he inserted the needle into Kai's arm. His breathing slowed, and he laid back onto the pillows propped behind. He felt immensely tired, but each time he closed his eyes, he saw the face of his grandfather, looming right in front of him, livid with anger…
"What did I do?" Mr. Dickenson paced the corridor, his head occasionally turned to the door of the ward. At the sixth turn, it clicked open.
"Trauma," the doctor replied before Ray could get a word out of his mouth, "It would be best if you just let him rest for the time being. Good day to you."
Their eyes followed the retreating back of the doctor.
"You should know better than to call up Voltaire," someone hissed behind them. Heads spun around to greet fiery red hair ice blue eyes, now so cold and furious, and a shadowed face.
"What does that mean, Tala?" demanded Tyson.
"He left you so many clues, and you can't even guess?" asked Tala, each word dripping with rage.
Tala
They're still clueless, I could almost see question marks written above their heads. Innocent kids with no idea what kind of horror some people went through. Even the adult hasn't figured it out. Should I tell them?
"Why did you bring them here?"
He's mad enough at me. No.
Ray
I can guess. From the resentment I picked out in Kai's voice whenever the name Voltaire was mentioned, I could draw out a possible explanation for those freshly acquired bruises on Kai's body. But I can't bring myself to believe it… That there is a chance, that Voltaire abuses his grandson.
I watched Tala with suspicious eyes, hoping he would put my deduction into a wrong answer. Why doesn't he tell us? He's putting Kai into danger…
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Tala sighed despairingly, as he entered to ward. Those who doesn't know, remains in the dark. For the one who guessed, he'd have to let Kai confirm his suspicion.
Kai was fighting the sleep that was so inviting, when the person he wanted to see most, appeared.
(Their conversation goes in Russian. So as to prevent eavesdroppers)
"I think your friend, Ray has some idea what happened to you."
"Does he?"
"Do you intend to… let them know?"
Silence.
"There's no time left Kai, that Dickenson's will call Voltaire any minute, then we're doomed."
"You are, I'm not…" Kai replied, words chilling every fibre of Tala.
"There's a lot of things you're not telling me… Like, for instance, you're sick." Tala prompted. Garnet eyes met ice blue ones, shimmering under the light. Kai blinked, it was gone. His jaws clenched and unclenched, then he said in barely audible voice, "I'm not just sick Tala… I…"
"I'm dying…"
He pulled the covers up on him, laid down in bed, and closed his eyes, willing sleep to engulf him.
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"Should we call Voltaire?"
"No." Ray said protectively.
"I mean… Not yet…"
"Why not?" Max asked.
"I think Kai would explain this to us."
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Four hours later…
"Kai, mind telling us what's going on?"
"Keep quiet, and we'll call Voltaire. So, spit it out." Ray said, slightly harsher than he meant to. Kai tired eyes reflected defeat. There was no way he'd let Voltaire catch up with them right now. Because he'd drag Tala with him. And Tala's not the one who is dying in six months time. He took a cautious sip of water, stared right ahead, and told of his story.
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One month had passed since Kai's confession. They were safely back in China. Voltaire was fighting for his case in court for Bob's confession and accusations. They felt bad for Bob, as he, too would go to jail, since he'd developed illegal drugs and performed unauthorized operations on minors under Voltaire's orders. For the moment, Kai stayed over at Ray's place.
Under the doctor's prescription, Kai had to take a variety of medication, to treat the wounds his grandfather inflicted. They left him weak, nauseous, and most unfortunately, unable to make a proper launch on his blade. It was pissing Kai off, but he didn't show it.
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"That's him, their team captain," whispered a raven-haired girl, no older than fourteen. A grin planted itself on her face magically. This was no welcoming grin. Her brown eyes flashed with danger and malice.
"Ready for some ass-kickin'?" she turned to look at two other boys.
"You bet."
End of Chapter
Author's Note: Thanks for convincing me I don't suck. It's just that I never write good essays for school… Sigh…
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