AN: W00t.. sorry about the wait.. school is hell literally!
But here it is: chapter 9! A.. surprising chapter with a couple of twists.. I hope you like it! Credit goes to Xan-thip-pe who gave me the idea for a twist.. as well as wrote a scene in this chapter! Shout out to you girl!
Galux Kitty…I promise I will make this Rei/Mariah… just for you. So smile! =)
Oh and if you guys like this fic you'll like the other fic I'm writing with LadyJaneGrey called Alternity… its very good and I seriously recommend it! So dudes…go read it.. the link is in my profile..
And now that Ha is done keep your eyes out for a new fic of mine called Who said I wanted to? I wanna post it soon ^^
Eight months later…
"In breaking news, shock crosses the globe today as Voltaire Hiwatari, head of Biovolt Corporations, and leader of the Earth Sphere Democratic Coalition was publicly executed today after a perfect military coup by his four generals, the Demolition Boys…"
The sound of glass shattering on a tiled floor echoed from the kitchen, and the thumping of feet closely followed it, as someone rushed towards the blaring TV. Liika stared wide-eyed at the bright screen, barely hearing the words the solemn new caster spoke. Almost mechanically she reached down and picked up the now-screaming baby out of the car seat that served as an impromptu bed. Cooing at the child she murmured quietly to stop the child's screaming, her eyes never leaving the screen.
"After the successful coup and execution, the captain of the Demolition Boys, Tala Valkov, issued this statement, declaring himself, and the other three Demolition Boys, the new leaders of the ESDC."
All of a sudden the footage from a press conference flashed onto the screen. The tall, lanky red head stood in front of a podium, a broad smirk on his face, his eyes flashing a predatory glare. Just behind him stood the other three, a similar smirk gracing Ian's face, while Spencer was expressionless and Bryan just sneered. Liika felt her blood run cold as her eyes fell on, and became fixed to, the burly lilac haired dictator. Willing down the sheer fear that pooled in her stomach she took a big breath in and dropped a kiss to the lilac covered head that rested gently against her shoulder. One hand rubbed circles absently on the baby's back, more for her own comfort than for the child's.
God, she hadn't laid eyes on him in a year and a half.
And that year and a half had not quelled the fear she head of him. He would forever haunt her…just as he had planned. Shaking her head, Liika focused on what the Demolition Boy captain was saying.
"…We hope that all will accept us as you accepted Voltaire, after all, we are what made Voltaire. Proof will be forwarded to all major press offices in the world, and then everyone will see that it was really me that ran this government all along. The old man got in the way, and thus performed high treason against the ESDC –us.
However, Voltaire did serve one important purpose. The end of his life set an example for all those that would cross us…" Turquoise eyes narrowed towards the closest camera, and Liika found her breath catching in her throat. He was looking directly at her…
"You know who you are. Know that the same fate awaits you as did the old man." He stated darkly, his eyes turning from sparkling turquoise to dark, threatening teal. "An example…yet…that is not the only example." Tala's tone took on a mocking, sing song lilt that was some how more threatening than his dangerous tone. With a flick of his hand he sent the cameras shooting off to the side to pan in on a small group of huddled figures that cowered from the Biovolt soldiers that surrounded them.
Liika gasped, her eyes widening even further. Oh God…Mr. Dickenson…Gary…Eddie…AJ Topper…Brad Best…Mr. Granger and Grandpa! It was the same seven that she, Kai and Kevin had left in the bowels of the Abbey a year and a half before. They were going to make examples of them too! Spencer…you can't let it happen! She screeched in her mind, her eyes tearing up.
The camera panned back to the four boys, to reveal that Tala was smirking again. "Recognize them? You should, it's too bad it will be the last time you see them. They are set to be executed two weeks from today in Biovolt Stadium for the whole world to see." Tala's eyes flashed a challenge that clearly read: come and get them. She knew that he was taunting their group…every single one of them.
However, instead of backing up in fear as she had been doing for so long, Liika found herself getting angry. Angry at Tala and angry at her self. They had been stationary too long.
"It's been too long Nadie…we need to move…" She whispered softly, glaring at the screen and hugging her baby closer to her. The baby that looked so much like him…
"It's an obvious trap. They're trying to lure us out." A deep voice said from behind the couch she was perched on.
Liika jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden voice. She turned her upper body to see Robert, Kai, Enrique and Mariah standing behind the couch, all having similar grim expressions on their faces. She inclined her head towards the speaker then turned back to the screen where Tala was fielding questions from the media. "I know that Robert, but what would you have us do? Nothing? I can't just sit here and watch seven more people die because of me."
The group was silent, not really knowing what to say. None of them wanted to watch their friends die.
"Master Tala, is it true that Voltaire's grandson Kai Hiwatari and the girl you defeated in the Worlds are leading an underground resistance against the Democratic Coalition?" A random reported shot out.
Tala was silent for a moment, an expressionless look covering his smirk. Bryan stiffened behind him a shadowy scowl falling upon his thin lips. "There is no proof that the traitor has formed any sort of organization against us." Tala answered after a moment, making it clear he would tolerate no more questions on the subject.
"But what about the terrorist attack last year in China?"
Tala's head twitched to one side and his eyes narrowed. "That was dealt with." He bit out.
The overzealous reporter was then seized by the arms and dragged away by heavily armed soldiers. Tala's lips twitched upwards. "Anyone else?"
The crowd was silent. "Very well then, thank you for your time." The red head bowed his head toward the press before stepping back from the podium and walking off the stage, the rest of his team following closely.
"I think I'm going to be sick…" Mariah murmured, placing a hand over her mouth as the camera's ran close ups of the seven dilapidated figures. Gary's thin figure caused a sob to break out in her throat, and tears to run down her face.
Enrique had her wrapped in his arms in moments. The absence of Rei had been hard on her. Rei had left to America a month before to help with negotiations there, Michael was replacing him, though he had yet to arrive. They had all tried to help her adjust to life with out her boyfriend on hand 24/7.
Liika was still staring at the screen that had since switched to a different topic. Her insides boiled with anger. She couldn't believe they were sitting around doing nothing while people were dying for their cause! "I have to talk to Sergei…this is getting out of hand!" She exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowed. However, before she could stomp off to one of the back bedrooms Nadya started to cry, her mother's emotions obviously upsetting her. Liika sighed and ran her fingers over the child's head. "I was just feeding you wasn't I? I'm sorry sweety, I just got distracted." She cooed, shifting the baby on her hip.
"I'll help you." Mariah volunteered suddenly, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes. "I need something to keep me occupied anyway."
Liika smiled and nodded, and the two women left the room, leaving the three men alone. Enrique winced, knowing that neither of the two men he was left with were big conversation makers, especially with the news that had just been broken. Throwing a glance in their direction, he hightailed it from the room as well, following the girls hastily.
The last two continued to stay silent, both caught up in their own thoughts.
"Do you think they'll actually take the bait?" Ian asked curiously, twirling a knife idly in his hands.
Tala closed his eye, a smirk crawling over his lips. "Oh I know they will, they're need for justice will over run their common sense. Especially the little one. She won't let any more people die in her name."
Ian was silent for a moment as he looked thoughtful. He threw a glance at Bryan to gauge his reaction to the mention of the wench he seemed to be so obsessed with. He didn't even flinch, he merely continued eat apple slices off the edge of his large hunting knife. Ian raised an eyebrow. Well that's an improvement. Maybe he's calming down on the subject. Oh well, not my problem. "Maybe, but you don't actually think Kai will let her just rush head on into a trap do you? Nor that Majestic, Robert. They're smarter than that, after all they have alluded us so far."
Tala shrugged, his eyes also flickering toward the burly Demolition Boy. His smirk grew. He still hadn't reacted…not even at the mention of Kai. Hmm… I wonder how far he'll let it be… "Well," Tala started, watching Bryan out of the corner of his eyes, "Hiwatari may be fucking her, but that doesn't necessarily mean the little wench doesn't have a mind of her own. Somehow she'll force their hand –and soon."
Tala wasn't disappointed when the hunting knife Bryan had been using was suddenly imbedded in the table in front of him. The smirk turned into a grin, and Tala threw his head back and laughed. He extracted the knife from the wooden surface and with a flick of his wrist sent it back at his teammate, missing the lilac head by inches and imbedding it in the wall. "You're getting better, you're not like a sick puppy anymore. I think the time away from her has done you good…you wont do something stupid now. Or at least you better not." Tala said, directing a bored look at Bryan. He really didn't understand him sometimes.
Bryan snorted, yanking his knife out of the wall. "Whatever. It wouldn't matter if Hiwatari is screwing her brains out, I had her first. She belongs to me." He stated flatly, going back to his apple nonchalantly. Inside his anger made his blood boil. Fucking her indeed.
Tala and Ian threw each other, rolling their eyes simultaneously. "So much for the less obsessed theory." Ian snerked shaking his head.
Bryan just shrugged.
After sitting in silence for about fifteen minutes, Tala glanced around the 'lounge' room in complete boredom. What a drag, nothing to do at the moment. There was nothing the red head hated more than being bored to tears.
A slight growl from across the room drew his attention as he focused in on the lavender haired burly boy. Tala narrowed his eyes as he watched Bryan glare angrily at the hard cold floor, clenching his blade in a white knuckled grip. What the hell was up his ass?
Oh. Right. The blue haired bitch. What the fuck made him so obsessed with her in the first place? Was she a good fuck? Nah, can't be it. He had it for the petite girl right from the start. So exactly what was it she had?
The red head leaned back in his seat, throwing his booted feet up onto the table, crossing his arms over his chest and closing his eyes in concentration as he pictured the wench. The first image that appeared was large turquoise eyes. They were almost the same shocking color as his own, but her eyes seemed so much more intense. They had a sparkle to them that he hadn't had since he was a child. An innocence. Almost…intriguing.
Her long blue hair, soon floated around her face, framing a delicate angle that sported a luscious pouting mouth.
Tala red brows furrowed deeper and he somewhat cleared his throat. Ok, so she was kind of pretty…but he had the sneaking suspicion that his imagination was playing a trick on him. True, she had a great face…sorta. Big deal. There were a lot of chicks with a great face.
He shook his head slightly and began image her body as well. He growled slightly under his breath as he pictured a complete curvy woman. That was not the little bitch.
He sighed deeply and rose from his now uncomfortable position and left the room, earning a curious look from Ian.
Tala roamed the halls until he suddenly stopped at Bryan's rooms. He looked both ways before entering and began to snoop around.
The bastard should have a picture of the bitch in here some- perfect.
He picked up a crumpled magazine that had been on the sales rack before the take over. There was a picture of the Bladebreakers on the cover along with their little wench. Full body view.
A disgusted look crossed his face as he looked at their happy faces and then smirked as he imagined their miserable poor states now. Suckers.
Turquoise eyes then stopped on the blue haired bitch and then roamed slowly over her figure from head to foot, appreciation becoming evident upon his face.
So the bitch had a great body as well. Nice curves. Not too curvy. Maybe a little small in the bust but Tala wasn't obsessed with breasts anyway. He was more of an ass person. And he loved his women petite…which she unfortunately was.
The magazine was tossed roughly to the floor a minute later as Tala felt the old, but familiar stirring of his body as tingles began to form. It had been awhile since any girl had caught his attention. But how in the hell did she, of all people, catch his attention seeing as how she was his teammates fuck toy? Was he that damn desperate to get laid?! Obviously. It had been awhile.
A low growl emitted from his throat as he stalked out of the room. He was desperate. That's all it was. Definitely. Fuck he needed to get laid. And that was precisely what he was going to do.
"No Sergei, I'm not waiting any longer! I don't care if it's a trap, we are saving those men!" Liika exclaimed, slamming her hands down on the desk on either side of the small laptop. Her eyes flashed anger and frustration. She felt extremely helpless. Seven lives hung in the balance…she couldn't just let them die!
Spencer sighed, shaking his head. "Tala has everything mapped out. He's counting on you forcing the resistance's hand –which is what you will be doing if you rush into anything." He explained calmly. It was clear that he was getting nowhere however. Spencer recognized the determined glint in her eyes and wondered how her team could handle her. She had such a strong will that she almost bowled everyone over in her wake. He also wondered what her baby would grow up to be like. Stubbornness would be ingrained in her genes…from both her parents.
"I. Don't. Care. I can't watch them die! I just can't! Tala has killed enough people on account of us!" Liika replied, wiping viciously at her eyes.
He sighed again. "What do Kai and Robert have to say? They are leading the European group."
Liika huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Trust him to bring up the other two that were against her plan. All she wanted to do was to save a few lives, why was that such a difficult thing to comprehend? Sure it was a blatant trap, but what could you do? In her opinion they had been lying dormant too long. They needed to get swinging. They needed to fight Biovolt before the Demolition Boys entrenched themselves further in world politics…before they gained any more power.
"They don't like it anymore than you do."
Spencer nodded. Just as he thought, the two leaders had solid heads on their shoulders. They should successfully be able to hold her back until he thought it was the appropriate time to act. Which, admittedly was soon, but he didn't know if he could save the seven that Tala was keeping hostage. They would die in two weeks unless they did something of that he was sure. Tala wasn't kidding about making them examples.
"Byakko, you will just have to wait like the rest of us. I am working on setting up the network and getting you a permanent base, but until those things are completed you must do as I say and not act rashly." Spencer said, frowning firmly.
She stayed silent. The wheels in her brain turned round. Despite what Spencer, Robert and Kai had to say, she was going to save the prisoners. She was pretty sure she could persuade Enrique and Mariah to help her…possibly even some of the other teams as well. She would pull this off…she wasn't exactly sure yet, but she would do it. "Sergei?" She asked, the thoughtful frown leaving her face, being replaced by a blank look as she looked at him on the screen. "You said you were setting up a network…may I ask where?"
"Visby, Sweden. It's a medium sized city on an island between the east coast of Sweden and the west coast of Russia. I have agents setting up the most technologically advanced equipment as we speak. You will move there as soon as I give you the signal. It will become the base of Europe branch of the resistance. It is the last branch to be set up." Spencer explained, not cluing in to her ulterior motive.
"And how would I get a hold of those agents?"
Now the alarm bells went off in his head. His ice colored eyes narrowed on her face, trying to pick out some sort of condemning feature that would give away her true intent. However, he could find none. She looked genuinely curious. "Why?"
Liika snorted. "I would like to get in contact with the people I will be working with. I want to know if their trust worthy, and what they're like. That's all."
He didn't entirely believe her, but her reason was valid. The Europe team needed to get in touch with his agents in Sweden. It was just a statement of fact, so against his instincts, he told her. "I've put a guy named Ozuma Hizashi in charge of things until Kai and Robert take over. He leads the three-man team. The other two members include Foxy Jordan, and Garland Wakeman –both Americans. Jordan is the techy, and will be in charge of your team's technical needs. I have instructed him to teach you, as I believe that this knowledge will be useful for you in the future. I will forward you the contact number."
Liika smiled, accepting the file from Spencer with a click of a button. "Thanks a bunch."
"You're welcome." He replied, his eyes narrowing again. "I mean it though Byakko, no rash moves. Don't do anything stupid."
She just smiled innocently, and batted her eyes. "Now would I do that?"