Hey people.
Thanks for all the great reviews!
I'm pleased to know that everyone seemed to like the idea of this story....hopefully I won't disappoint you in continuing it.
I currently am in my apathetic mood today....and yeah...I'm not really going to talk about it, but maybe it'll explain why this chapter is so dang horrible!
I always like the first chapter...kindof.....then it just goes down hill from there....sorry.
Anyway...here's the continuation.
Hilary moaned as she came to. She grimaced as a dull throbbing pain ran through her head. Placing her hand to her temple, she sat up, waiting for the fog around her vision to clear.
She found herself behind iron bars in a small cell. She looked around her surroundings, only to find cold, stone walls on each side. "You're awake...." A lifeless voice sounded nearby, drawing her attention outside of the bars.
Across a narrow hallway, another cell stood directly in front of hers. Inside, a pale light flickered upon a thin body, seated motionlessly on the floor, slightly propped upward against the wall. A shallow bowl sat in one corner near bare feet, while a mound of what looked like straw sat toward the back, a small blanket on top.
It reminded her of a dog kennel, but the ones she had seen were a lot nicer than this.
"Kai? Is that you?" She asked, unsure.
The figure moved slightly, so that's it's face was in the light.
"Why did you come?"
"Kai!" She gasped. After all this time....he was still alive! She was relieved, but her heart throbbed with pain in each passing beat as she stared at her friend.
He was in terrible shape. His blue hair was tangled and limp, and the shine had completely vanished. His face was rough and dirty, small scars and cuts still visible against his abnormally pale skin. He obviously hadn't seen the light of day in a long time.
His eyes were lifeless....and Hilary noticed that the fire she had once so admired had fizzled out. The only thing still recognizable about him was those four blue triangles, tattooed against his cheeks.
Her eyes continued downward towards his chest, where a ragged old shirt hung limply over his shoulders. It was once a light color, with buttons running down the middle, but they had been long since ripped out, leaving his bared chest exposed, and the fabric stained from blood and dirt.
She happened to notice that two cobalt blue stripes had been tattooed over his shoulders, curving to almost touch in the center of his chest. Matching stripes also came up from his hips and met over his navel. Hilary's ruby eyes widened as more cuts and scars decorated his torso.
He wore a pair of old jeans, torn nearly to shreds. A familiar belt held them on his hips, but they were obviously too big for the teen.
"What have they done to you Kai?" She felt herself starting to cry again.
The teen shifted his weight slightly.
"Why did you come?" He asked again.
"We....we were worried about you Kai! Everyone said you were dead, but we refused to believe it!"
"We?"
"Tyson, Rei, Kenny, Max and myself! We've spent years looking for you Kai! We've just about given up hope!" Hot tears trickled down the sides of her face.
Kai stared curiously at her.
"The others are here too?"
The brunette nodded silently.
Kai cursed out loud.
"We didn't know you would be here....we were here on a beyblade tour..."
The older teen gasped. "Bey...blade..." He hadn't heard that word in so long, he was sure he had forgotten it. The corner of his mouth cracked upward into a smirk.
"I nearly forgotten....." He winced slightly, his left hand traveling up to his side.
Hilary crawled closer to the bars when suddenly, there was a loud slam from down the hallway, and a new figure appeared.
Shouts of different prisoners rang throughout the area, arms waving about through the iron bars.
Hilary hadn't even known that other people were in here. She looked over at Kai, who hadn't moved. It was like his soul had left his body, and he was just an empty shell.
The brunette gasped as a figure appeared in front of her, opening the door and pulling her to her feet.
"Let me go!" She commanded, twisting in her captor's grip.
"Feisty, aren't we?" A dark voice chuckled.
Hilary looked up only to be greeted with Boris's evil face.
He turned her to face Kai before he began to speak.
"He was once like that as well....but I broke him as you can see. He is no longer the Kai you once knew."
Hilary choked back more tears as Kai refused to move, or show any sign of life.
Suddenly, she was pushed forward and marched into another room.
Inside, the walls were a rich color, expensive fabric hanging down from tall windows. The furniture was large and plush, crafted with dark, polished wood and imported fabrics.
The purple haired Russian took his seat behind a huge oak desk and motioned to an empty chair for Hilary to sit in.
The brunette refused, staring at the man in front of her with stubborn eyes, burning with hatred for what he had done.
"If you wish to be that way....." Boris started.
"What do you want with me?" Hilary demanded to know, narrowing her eyes at the Russian.
"It's quiet simple really....you've made my life easier without even trying."
Hilary's gaze narrowed even more, willing Boris to elaborate.
"Kai has grown weary of fighting, and almost forced me to take desperate measures....but you just walked right in. I now not need to waste valuable time I desperately need trying to find a member of his old 'team'. He dare not risk your safety."
The brunette gasped. "You mean.....you'll hurt me if he doesn't do what you want?!" The Russian chuckled, a smirk creeping up on his face. "You're very bright my dear."
"You....you monster!" She shouted, balling her hands into fists and rushing at the man.
With an amused laugh, Boris held her back with one hand as she tried to land a blow on him, but he was much too big and powerful for her.
With a simple push, she was flat on the ground, staring up into the dark eyes of her captor.
Boris now stood directly above the brunette, staring down at her with a sickening smirk. He snapped his fingers, and moments later two large doors at the opposite end of the room swung open.
Hilary gasped as she saw Kai being ushered inside, a guard holding a chain that connected to the glossy crimson collar around his neck and standing a safe distance behind him.
Kai's eyes flashed slightly and widened at the sight of his old friend on the ground, but they quickly went back to their hollow glow.
Hilary noticed his breathing picked up slightly, and knew something was brewing deep with in him.
The blue haired teen took a step forward, taking a moment to balance himself once his bare foot landed on the ground.
"Now young Kai...would you like to explain to me why you refused to defeat your enemy until the last minute?" Boris asked, leaving the brunette and walking over to the still teen.
His eyelids fell half way, nearly closing completely for a minute. Suddenly, the shot open in a fierce glare, surprising the older Russian.
"Don't look at me like that!" He growled, sending Kai to the ground in one swift blow.
The teen's body bounced once before falling silent against the plush carpet of the luxurious room.
"AUGH!" He cried out and Boris planted his boot deep inside a hidden gash in Kai's side.
The teen rolled over onto his stomach, wheezing for breath.
"You wouldn't have gotten that wound if you did what I had told you to in the first place!" Boris bellowed.
He raised his arm for another blow.
"STOP!" A voice cried out.
Hilary appeared in front of Kai. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her.
"Please stop! I'll do anything you want, just please! Don't hurt him!" The brunette cried, clinging to Kai's pained body.
"Oh don't worry my dear....you need not do anything at all."
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Sorry for the horrible chapter...I'll try to make it better next time okay?