Loads of ppl are doing disclaimers so i'm gonna do one, this once at least.
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade (damn it), but I do own Rage, and Bathos and any other OC's that you see in my story. So there!
With every stroke, the trio watching the screen winched. What was showing them this meant to do, apart from hate the adults in that room.
When Kai screamed, his voice filled with pain. Max's eyes filled with tears. Nobody blamed him for that. He had always been the most sensitive of the group. To see Kai in so much pain, and being unable to help him must be the hardest thing that he had ever faced.
When he smiled, it was worse. It was like he thought they were the ones who needed comforting. Instead of the other way around.
Seeing him like that was tough. Half his face was sheeted with blood. Even when he couldn't take it anymore, Ray never looked away. Neither did the others, they had to be with him for this.
Finally the adults left the room. Leaving the slumped Kai behind. The screen went blank, and they sat down in silence.
Far away they heard screaming.
"That's enough" Max said dashing to the door. Ray got to his feet as Max began hitting at the metal surface. Which is quite a hard thing to do with bound hands.
"Stop hurting him you monsters, why won't you just leave him alone!"
"Max" Ray sighed, the blond teen turned to him with tears sliding down his face.
"Ray, we've got to help him" Max pleaded.
"Forget it Max" Ray said as kindly as he could. "We can't do anything for him right now".
Max lowered his head, accepting the facts.
Tyson was unusually quiet; he just didn't know how to react in a situation such as this.
A little while later the door opened again. That rusty creaking sound was becoming familiar.
No one had time to react as a body was thrown roughly into the cell. It was Kai. He was grateful that they had neglected to bind his hands again. Apart from the damage that would do to the burnt skin on his wrists and hands, it also enabled him to land on his side. He winched as the raw skin on his hands and feet scraped along the cold floor.
Then he stopped in the far left corner of the cell. His limbs were sprawled oddly, but he made no attempt to move them. He just blinked for a moment at his friends, and then closed his eyes. There were things that had to be blocked out, the pain and the noise. As well as the expressions his friends wore. He just wanted silence for a minute, just a minute to pretend that he was on his own. That there was no pain.
They were shouting, he ignored it.
"Why are you doing this to him, he's your grandson for gods sake!" Tyson yelled at the top of his lungs, making up for his previous silence.
Volitaire was unimpressed by the volume of Tyson's voice. He stood in the doorway while his men pushed the youths back off their feet.
"I have given Kai a choice, I will give you one too. Give me your bitbeasts and Kai's pain ends."
He gave a hollow laugh at their pained expressions.
"I'll leave you to think about it shall I?"
With that he and his men left the room, the door slamming loudly behind them.
"Anyone who even considers that 'offer' will have to answer to me." Everyone jumped at the suddanty of the voice.
Kai glared up at then from his position on the floor. It was amazing how he could look so imposing, while seeming so wounded.
"Kai, you're awake!"
"I was never asleep Tyson."
Kai began to rise from his position using his elbows. He growled with anger at the helping hands he received. However he managed it, soon he was sitting with his head leaned back against the wall so his back needn't touch it. His feet lay in front of him. While his hands were still positioned as if he were holding the chains in his hands. He did not admit that he couldn't move them.
The other's eyes were pulled between the various wounds. Kai's eyes had closed again and Max and Ray were trying to clean the blood from his face.